#but there’s so much to do 😭 I need to pull out my planner and start actually writing stuff down

[lessnearthesun]

As I turns out, planning to transfer colleges and move across the state is…..stressful. Who’d have thought

[outro-jo]

NCT 127 and Weddings

pairings: nct 127 x reader

type: scenarios

summary: little scenarios of meeting/taking the 127 members at/to a wedding

warnings: drinking, kinda angst with haechan, i use stage and real names with haechan and stage name with jaehyun, johnny’s is too fuckin long 😩, taeil’s is too fuckin short 😭, no editing omg, i think that’s it

a/n: i tried to keep everything as gender neutral as possible and just inclusive in general. please read info before requesting

UPDATE: T*eil has been removed

masterlist | info

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Taeyong

•planner x groomsman

this wasn’t happening. the sudden sound of the rip made your heart stop. the screams followed and you tried to calm everyone down. as the wedding planner, it was your job to make sure everything went smoothly, or make everyone think it was because it truth this wedding had been anything but smooth. the wrong venue was booked and you found out at the rehearsal. the florist went on vacation and the apprentice messed up the flowers. the priest showed up at the wrong venue, and now… disaster. but you fixed every other problem so this shouldn’t be any different, right? you stepped out of the bridal suite to get some air and come up with a plan when all of a sudden he walked up. you remembered his face from the dress rehearsal and dinner but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember his name. good friend of the groom and therefor a groomsman. he saw your panicked expression you failed to hide and came over. “what’s wrong is *bride’s name* ok?” he asked sweetly, attending to your side. “kind of… the dress ripped and i’m not quite sure what to do.” you admitted. you didn’t mean to. you wanted to appear in control but it all just kind of spilled out. maybe he just had one of those faces you could confide in, who knows, but his face seemed to light up. “hold on! give me two minutes!” he rushed off and returned with a girl. “this is *name*, she used to be a stylist at my company. she can help.” you brought her in and in no time she had the dress fixed and ready for the bride to walk down the aisle. the young groomsman must have been the magic you needed because the rest of the wedding went off without a hitch. later you found yourself at the reception with the guests all having the best time. the bride had already thanked you for everything to make their wedding perfect and you were just about to snag some leftovers from catering and head home when you saw him. “hi,” you walked over to him. he was at the edge of the dance floor, dancing with some of the other groomsmen. “hey!” “i just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier. i don’t know what i would have done without you!” you told him. “don’t worry about it! dance with me and we’re even!” he didn’t even give you a chance to respond before pulling you into the flow of the dance floor with the widest, most endearing smile on his face.

Johnny

•bridal party x groomsman

you weren’t quite sure how you ended up in the bridal party. sure, it was your cousin but you two weren’t exactly close and you didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the people she had chosen, but it’s her day and not yours, you decided. you did your best not to feel awkward at the events leading up to the wedding. most of the bridesmaids where snobby kinda like your cousin but you tried not to pay them too much attention. you usually found yourself at the edge of the room, sipping on something and observing the room. the biggest observation you found was this loud, tall groomsman that always seemed to be the one garnering the attention amongst the groomsmen. he was kinda like the life of the party and everyone either wanted to be him or with him. he kinda just got on your nerves.

unfortunately at the dress rehearsal, the wedding coordinator paired you with him to walk down the aisle. not only that, at the reception you’d have to dance with him for the first dance. “ok, Johnny and Y/n!” the coordinator called out and you felt yourself stiffen. he came and took a seat next to you. he leaned in and said, “i hate these sort of things. so formal.” his nose scrunched up. “you seem to be having a good time so far,” you countered. “i mean, it’s even better now.” he smirked at you. was he making fun of you? this had to be a joke. while your mind reeled with being “flirted with”, everyone else fell silent and listened to what the needed to do for the entrance. the main rehearsal went well, it was just walking which you can be fairly good at, but the dancing part was next and that made you nervous. everyone was paired up in a circle with their partners and facing each other. “doesn’t matter if you’re a good dancer or not” johnny loosened up his shoulders and rolled his neck. “i’m a good dancer, i got you.” he followed up with a wink. “great.” you deadpanned before finally taking your hold and imitating the steps. you hated that he was right. he was a good dancer, not only that he helped you keep up in ways you wouldn’t have if you had a different partner.

after the rehearsal you didn’t even bother going to the dinner and partying after. you made up some excuse about a migraine and went back to your hotel room to hide. at around 11 there was a knock at your door and you were shocked to find johnny on the other side. “hey! i don’t mean to bother you but *bride’s name* said you had a migraine. my mom used to have those so i got you a bunch of stuff to help.” he handed you the full convenience store bag. “oh… thanks.” you were stunned and barely could get a word out. “yeah, no worries. gotta make sure my partner is doin ok. i’ll let you rest though. see you tomorrow.” he took off and you shut the door still speechless and staring at the bag. for most of the night you questioned why he would be so nice to you. the next morning before the ceremony was so busy, you hardly thought about johnny, that was until the bridal party met up with the groomsmen. “hey! are you feeling any better?” he asked as he came over. “um, yeah! i’m good.” you mumbled. “well, you look great! i think i have the best looking date today!” he smiled. date? what? you didn’t have a lot of time to process what he said because the wedding coordinator was pushing all the pairs together and preparing them to walk down the aisle.

the entire ceremony you just focused on the wedding, or tried to. johnny kept smiling and winking at you and it took everything in you to keep a pleasant expression on your face. just before the reception, while the photographer was getting some shots of the happy couple, johnny pulled you aside to practice before the big dance number. he held you so close and he smelled so good. you felt the heat burning in your cheeks. “i need to get some air real quick.” you blurted out and rushed off. when the bride and groom got to the reception, you shuffled back in with everyone else. the dj finally announced the first dance and you made your way back to johnny. “we got this” he reassured you before the music started. he helped you though the entire dance and you finished with the biggest smile on your face. johnny pulled you along with him to the bar once the bride and groom continued with their dances. “you did great!” he told you. “yeah, thanks to you!” “no, no, that was all you, babe.” he shook his head before ordering you two some drinks. for the rest of the night johnny did everything he could to keep you by his side and having a good time. even taking you up to his room after the party was over.

Yuta

•old family friend

it was almost embarrassing. your grown age and you couldn’t even find a date to a wedding. you sat in the backseat of your parents car pretty much sulking all the way to the venue worrying about all the relatives and old family friends that would be there to judge you for not bringing someone and being single. walking up to the building, you were staring to second guess coming at all when your parents called out some old familiar names and waved as they rushed over to them. “my goodness! how long has it been?” your mom asked. “too long!” mrs. nakamoto agreed. “oh, your remember y/n, right?” “gosh, i remember you in diapers! how you’ve grown! so beautiful! yuta, aren’t they beautiful?” she put her hand on his back and he turned around. damn, that’s little yuta? you thought to yourself. he smiled and the whole world seemed brighter. “hey! y/n, right?” he leaned in and hugged you. “yeah! good to see you again, Yuta!” you barely got out because the gorgeous smell of his cologne nearly had you on the ground. when you went the let go, Yuta held you tight to him still. “listen, i couldn’t get a date. if you didn’t bring anyone, could you hang out with me? i can’t stand all the questions.” he whispered in your ear. you pulled back to look at him nodding frantically, “yeah, sure.” “cool,” he breathed in relief. his hand slid down your side as he walked you inside.

Doyoung

•both guests

while you were incredibly happy for *groom/bride/etc* the last thing you wanted to do after your nightmarish trek to this destination wedding was spend hours on the dance floor—it wasn’t really your thing anyways. while everyone else was partying, you noticed this guy from across the room nursing a cocktail and poking at the salmon, equally not interested in the party. unfortunately, one of the other guests took it upon themself to pull you into the conga line forming despite your protests. then as you made your way around, stuck in the current, you noticed someone else was pulled in front of you. they got him too. he was more expressive about his distaste but you knew that you couldn’t stay in this absolute hell for much longer. you took a chance and ripped from the undertow, grabbing the guy and taking him with you, conveniently landing next to the bar. “thank you!” he seemed genuine. “no worries,” you turned to the bartender. “can i get a bottle of champagne and two glasses, please?” thankfully the bartender knew you were family and the bride’s mother had already yelled at him once that night so he was feeling especially bitter. “thanks!” you grabbed the glasses, the bottle, and your new friends hand and headed for the kitchen. the caterer was an old family friend, you’ve known her since childhood. “Emma! can i get a big slab of cake, pretty please!” you gave her your best pleading eyes. Emma rolled hers and cut off a big piece. “one fork?” she asked. “two! you can give it to my friend here.” you nodded back to him, still grasping his hand. the guy looked between you both, eyes wide but he still took the plate. ��have fun but go easy on him.” she teased you. your eyes rolled as you pulled him out of the kitchen and over to the emergency stairs. “wait, where are we going??” he asked. “you’ll see!” you kept leading you both to the rooftop. the sun was just setting and you could see a view of the ocean from where you were. you let go of his hand and ran to the ledge to perch yourself. the cork popped and the bubbles cascaded over the opening before you filled the two glasses. “i figured this was better than the party.” you told him. “you’re right.” he agreed before taking a place next to you. “i’m doyoung.” he said as he took a glass. “y/n” your glasses clinked.

Jaehyun

•best friend + date

jaehyun loved weddings so it was a no brainer when you needed to bring someone and your recent situationship turned out to be a bust (as they usually do). you knew he would say yes. he was the most reliable person you knew and the 5 years of friendship wasn’t for nothing. as expected, he was incredible. he complimented your outfit, brought extra tissues for when you undoubtedly cried during the vows, danced with you as much as you wanted at the reception, he even gave you his piece of cake. it was nearly a magical evening. the happy couple was leaving the venue illuminated by sparklers and when the car door closed behind them, you immediately turned to jaehyun to continue shenanigans. he was right with you you pretend the sparklers were lightsabers and began a duel complete with mouth sound effects. the two of you were off away from the group in the fading glow of the fireworks, laughing and completely in your own little world when it hit you. “oh my god, i love you.” it was not just a thought, to your horror, you said it out loud. the panic was short lived then the shock on jaehyun’s face faded and he said, “finally.” the sparklers had fizzles out and jaehyun let the stick drop before leaning forward, his hand resting on your cheek as he kissed your lips. the fireworks for the newly married couple began sparking, a mistake made by the wedding coordinator as they were supposed to go off when they were leaving but perfect timing for you. they imitated the ones going off in your stomach as jaehyun kissed you. he pulled away first, stroking your cheek. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

Jungwoo

•assigned to the seat next to you

in all honesty, you didn’t want to be there but it was free food and you didn’t want to be rude to your boss on their happy day. the ceremony was nice but the open bar was even nicer. you grabbed the special event cocktail and made your way to your assigned seat. you checked a few tables until you finally found your name card. none of your other table mates had arrived yet but you took your seat and sipped on your drink. you took an opportunity to look at some of the cards next to you to see who you’d be making small talk with for the evening. you didn’t recognize either names but the one to your right, “jungwoo”, why did that sound so familiar? you decided it was nothing as some of the others at your table took theirs seats with a nod or wave. finally, the seat to your right was occupied. he seemed around your age, maybe younger with the sweetest smile. “hi! i’m jungwoo.” he greeted you with a handshake. “i’m y/n. nice to meet you.” the two of you talked for a bit, getting to know each other before the newlyweds made their entrance. suddenly jungwoo got up from his seat and made his way to the stage, picking up the microphone. the dj announced it was time for the first dance and that jungwoo would be singing for them. it suddenly clicked. he was in that singing group your boss’s new spouse worked for. you’d heard them talk about it before but never really knew a lot about them. his voice was so soft and beautiful with a clear tone, it fit the ballad they had picked perfectly. jungwoo finished the song and bowed politely before coming back to his seat. “that was beautiful.”

Mark

•childhood friend reunited

you were happy to be home, happy to see your family again, and so happy to be seeing one of your long time friends getting married. it was your parents and theirs that stayed in touch more than the two of you but unfortunately that’s how life is sometimes, you just lose touch. nonetheless, you were still excited to be there and see everyone. after the beautiful ceremony you saw someone you really never expected to see again. “y/n?” the familiar voice questioned and you turned around. your heart stopped in your chest. it was him. he looked so beautiful in his suit, his hair curly and dark like it was when you were younger. it felt like no time had passed. “mark!” you exclaimed. he pulled you into a hug, “yo! i didn’t think i’d see you here but i’m so glad!” “i know. how are you? are you doing music?” you had so many things you wanted to ask him. “yeah, i moved to korea and i’m in this group. it’s so dope. i’m getting to live my dream, man.” his eyes sparkled as he spoke. “that’s amazing. i’m so proud of you!” “yeah, but what about you…” the conversation continued and things picked up just as they were before with your best friend finally back in your life again. it was exhilarating. the two of you spent the entire reception together, starting with mark swapping places with your grandma just so you two could sit together. you practically spent the entire night on the dance floor laughing with each other. you never wanted it to end. “look,” mark started as he swayed with you in a slow dance. “i’m really sorry we lost touch. i took an opportunity and i didn’t tell anyone—“ you cut him off with a wave of your hand, “don’t even worry about that! we’re here now.” “dude, i know and i’m so happy! it’s just…” he paused. “i don’t know if i can let you go now.” his confession hit like a ton of bricks. you’d always felt something for him, even all those years ago, but you never said anything because you were worried he never felt the same. you thought about him so much when he left. at one point you had assumed the worst when you didn’t hear from him. seeing him again just brought back all the old feelings and then some. to hear after all this time that your mark felt the same, you were practically floating. “please don’t let me go.”

Haechan

•ex

you shouldn’t have gone. when you first got then invitation, you and haechan both were excited that this might have been the first wedding you two would attend as a couple but you didn’t even get to make it that far in the relationship. it had ended and you cried for weeks but it was for the best… or that’s what you tried to tell yourself. but one of your friends was getting married and today was about them. besides, haechan probably wouldn’t show up anyways. you were so wrong. you sat down in your seat for the ceremony and not two minutes later you felt your best friend elbow you. “don’t look now but he’s here.” you knew exactly what they meant but you weren’t about to turn around and look. it would was only a matter of time before you faced him anyways. that moment came all too soon. you had just gotten drinks with your best friend at the bar when you turned and nearly knocked into him. you gasped, just catching sight of his face before shutting your eyes completely to get your bearings. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.” that all too familiar voice cut through your heart like a knife. to make things worse, he took your shoulders in his hands. “it’s fine, haechan.” you said coldly, not looking up at him again and broke from his grasp to head for your table. haechan wasn’t having it, he caught your free hand and pulled you back to him. “please, don’t walk away from me.” he pleaded with his puppy dog eyes. damn him. “hyuck… please don’t do this.” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes as your stomach turned. “not here.” “fine!” with a hold still on your hand he pulled you out into a hallway. “this isn’t better!” you told him with gritted teeth. “y/n, please let me explain.” he begged. “why should i? you broke up with me! i loved you and you let me go! remember?” “no, i do i promise i do. things were just complicated with work and i was worried about stuff with management but i got it all worked out now! i promise! i love you, too! i never stopped!” donghyuck explained. “maybe but what if things get complicated again. hyuck, i can’t do this again. i cried for weeks after you dumped me.” “oh, please don’t say it like that. i messed up and i swear it broke me too. i haven’t been the same, ask my hyungs! i can’t be without you. i promise! i won’t make this mistake again.” he was almost in tears himself pleading his case. you breathed out, letting your shoulders fall. “promise?” you raised you pinky up to him like you used to. haechan smiled and returned the gesture. “i promise you,” his forehead rested on yours. “i’m not leaving again.”

[tonydaddingham]

✨ episode 5 - running commentary✨

- this episode better be the one to Alter My Brain Chemistry, I NEED AN explanation for the too fast for me scene pls

- THEY BETTER KISS I S2G

- right okay hi shax I hate you 😘 but Miranda is killing WAIT TEN THOUSAND WHAT THATA OVERKILL ITS ONE SILLY BILLY ANGEL AND A DUMB ASS DEMON

- "can I watch" crowley TONE IT DOWN KINKY BOY

- "there will be sandwiches" LOL IM IN BABES

- DOCTOR WHO lmao harpischord guy get fucking SERVED

- HES JUST TEMPTED SOMEONE AND GIVEN AWAY A BOOK??? my guy going through some ROUGH character development

- hell is literally so understaffed wtf

- MAGIC SHOP AGAIN YES

- ERDNASE REFERENCE ERDNASE REFERENCE

- Crowley is so proud of his husband BUT THAT FEZ NEEDS TO GOOOOO

- neil if you ever read this pls can we have aziraphale be a permanent party planner bc he does the mostest and pls ignore my criticism of ep1 and 2 I take it all back pls pls more aziraphale planning tf out of shit

- SHAX MOMMY YES💅💅💅 ALSO ERIC MY BELOVED My sweet baby boy

- FRENCH AZIRAPHALE YOU NEED TO STOP crowley is FED UP he looks like a kid whose mum got caught chatting at the supermarket

- aziraphale pls stop

- NINA KNOWS WHATS UP GAY SPOTS GAY

- no crowley don't make that face no why why why WHY YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT😭😭😭✨ he loves you CROWLEY YOU BLIND FUCKKNG IDIOT and you love HIM you emotionally stunTED APE

- the glasses and sideburns are still BUGGING ME someone explain did he go shOPPING OFF SCREEN????

- ERIC NO BYEBYE MY LOVERRRRR

- wow that was a long pre credit bit wtf

- DATE???? oh no crowley is pulling away no no no

- "SMUT?" fucking OKAY??? DO IT THEN YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH✨💓

- fuck they're about to have a Conversation aren't they and get drunk and it's about to get EMOTIONAL

- Crowley FUCK

- CROWLEY BOO

- "friend" ok lol

- he's about to throw mf HANDS but goob is so innocent NO WAIT CROWLEY NO DOMT DO THAT oh thank fuck

- matchbox ajamakajalam sns

- lmao the growth that Crowley just did in 30 seconds gave me WHIPLASH

- Muriel no pls don't do it bbygirl💓💓 OH GOD YOUVE GONE DONE IT NOW

- ah Jim's mug

- DECORATING MIRACLES YES BABY

- WAIT AND SEE ✨✨✨✨

- oh aziraphale I love u so MUCH 😭😭😭

- Mrs sandwich I LOVE HER no aziraphale don't ask pls bby

- CROWLEY WHAT U SNIFFIN HONEY UR LIKE A BLOODHOUND FOR TROUBLE WHAT A POWER

- GOOB YOU ARE FABULOUS DARLING I LOVE JT✨

- "you young people"

- F BOMB FUCK YES

- oh no Maggie no not you CROWLEY YOU HERO GOD BLESS tell em babes

- lmao are they even gonna get to dance this is so stressful

- Mrs sandwich just chill out honey you are a madam SEX WORK IS VALID REAL WORK I said what I said

- "have a vol au vent" SO MARRIED💓

- omg am i now liking Maggie and nina hmmmmmmm AZIRAPHALE'S FACE crowley you could have that IF YOU EVEN TRIED MY GUY

- I HAVE SUCH JACKET ENVY LMAOOOO goob you are the only valid character

- WHAT no stop goob stop

- fuck OFF THEY ACTUALLY SANCE FUXK KM SWEATINF NOOOOOOK💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOYS PLEASE

- well fuck that's put a spanner in the works

- aziraphale go fucking NAILS GET THEIR ASS oh that's not good✨

- GOOBY NO BE QUIET SHHHHHH

- GOOB NO

- NO GOOB

- the mf coat is SPECTACULAR ✨✨✨✨ did they spend the whole budget on it???? HES SO FABULOUS AND FRUITY

- oh my god the miracle is working against them fuck

- the fact that the humans are just chilling lmaoooo

- NEIL WE NEED CROWLEY AS A LAWYER PLS THANK U they just got SEVRED✨💓

- lmao IT WAS FAKE HAHAHAHAHA

- Mr brown shut up pipe down back in your box

- see that's what you get when you run your mouth

- IS THIS EVERY

- CMON GIVE ME EVERY

- oh my god crowley is the PATRON VIRGIN saint of sex work I LIVE FOR IT god bless or maybe not

- IS THAT A PRAISE KINK I SEE

- "rescuing me makes him so happy" FUCKING DECEASED

- Muriel lmao we know this it's ok bby take HIM TO HEAVEN IN THE ANGEL-ON-THE-ASS TRACKSUIT

- the MUSIC OKAY ITS GOOD NOW YES YES YES✨

- GOING UP

- I'm dead

[joellesolo]

Oh, yay, another freak out!

I am having a really hard time getting myself to eat 350 calories at dinner for the latuda to take full effect (and it's only day three 😭) and tonight it was just like, fuck it, let's order pizza and garlic twists, I like that, it's easy, it's been so shitty these last few weeks and we literally have to do NOTHING except tap a few buttons to order it?!

So, I eat a garlic twist (and, FUCK, instant regret, because they are hard as HELL and my mouth is in SO MUCH PAIN from the jaw-clenching for over two weeks straight, so I just gently chewed while crying and it took like, five minutes), and then moved on to my feta and chicken pizza, which is normally my favorite kind of pizza, and took one bite, and... nearly threw it back up instantly. It was instant repulsion. I have NO idea why, if the cheese was bad or if it's just me, but... yeah, I instantly started crying again and panicking, because ALL I needed to do was eat a piece of pizza and a garlic twist and I would've been set for the latuda, and then I JUST COULDN'T FUCKING DO IT, AGAIN 😫

And Michael's attempting to comfort me, "oh just do your best, it's okay if you can't eat all of it," and I'm just like, UH NO IT'S FUCKING NOT, THE MEDICATION LITERALLY WON'T WORK, WHY ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING THIS?! (because we've been going over this over and over again for the last three days straight) and it's just soo goddamn frustrating, like, FUCK, no one is fucking LISTENING TO THE WORDS I AM SAYING!!!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! 🤯 (I should add, it's not just him; it's literally EVERYONE IN MY LIFE, my parents, the girls, majority of my friends, like, it's just fucking baffling at this point??! No one will listen to me because I'm a "crazy person," apparently?!?)

So I'm sobbing, and now grossed out because of the disgusting fucking pizza, and I just grab another stupid garlic twist (which is even somehow HARDER at this point because it's cold by now, RIP my sensitive mouth 😭), and chew super slowly on it, getting more nauseated with every bite. And I finish, and I'm like, okay, how many calories was that?!, and he's like, that's probably about 250, that's good, don't worry about it, and I'm just like, 😒 NO IT IS NOT!, so he gets me some pink lemonade and is like, okay this is probably another hundred? and hands me the lithium and latuda and I chug it and take the meds.

Okay, so, this is where the post actually starts. That was the backstory, wow, fuck me 😭

I head upstairs to do my 'evening routine,' which is just the only time of day I get alone time, and consists of: flossing, computer time (ie, checking tumblr for like, not even seven minutes), and then journaling (which used to be silk & sonder but fuck them and their money hungry founder) and is now more like plannering I guess? (Anyway, guess which step I'm still stuck on 😳 it's been an HOUR since I came upstairs and I'm still on the computer, for the following reason...)

But I'm sooo nauseous at this point, and it takes me forever to floss because I have to keep pausing to breathe and close my eyes, and then I text Michael to ask, "hey, do you think I can take some zofran" (which I have been prescribed for years) "or would that not even help because this nausea is from overeating?? can't google because staring at the phone is making it so much worse 😭" and, typically, he didn't reply.

(Okay, so, in his defense, I've been... well, insane lately, so, he's fed up with me... but, in my defense, I feel like this constitutes an emergency, and it would've been nice had he at least checked his phone and could've given me a response, at least, or even come upstairs?! Whatever...)

So I just keep breathing, and make my way to my bed slowly, and pull out my computer and open tumblr, and before I start catching up on the dash, I'm like, okay fuck it, I'm going to puke, let me see if zofran helps when you overeat or not?!

... and, google was not helpful. And I'm at the point where it's like... what do I have to lose, right? I can take it, and it'll help, or I take it, and it WON'T help, but... it's not like it'll make everything worse, at least? I SPECIFICALLY asked my psych about if I was about to take BOTH new meds, with zofran because it's one of my as needed meds on an occasional basis, and he said, oh yeah that's fine, there's no interaction.

But, you know, I'm a worrier! That's what I do! So, you know, I figure may as double check, right?! And, well, it's a good thing I did, because:

...

LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! A RARE BUT POTENTIALLY LIFE-THREATENING CONDITION?!

Then maybe don't tell me it's okay to take with lithium?!?!?!

And, anyway, so I freaked out about that, that he fucking said it was a-okay to take, and DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING CHECK!!! and now I'm like, what else is interacting with all my different meds?!?!? and I immediately opened a text post to vent and scream into the void because no one in my life will put up with me anymore and... fuck. It's literally been FORTY FIVE MINUTES since I started, and I am SO far behind in my routine now 😭

Goddamn. Shit just keeps getting worse and worse. Can I get a fucking break yet?!

Oh, also, yes, I am STILL super nauseated. And, I can't even do anything about it. But, at least I haven't thrown up all over my computer, so, silver linings, I guess?? 😭

[maylilithreign]

Hey, random question for ya! How do you go about planning for a fic? I have a million ideas for a multi-chapter fic but just cant get all these ideas into a coherent story. Whats your process like? How do you get past indecision? LOVE your Shane fics btw!!

Ohhhh, nonny. If you could see my Google docs folder and the inside of my head you'd know what a bad planner I am. I don't make proper outlines 😭 and some of my stories kinda write themselves and pull me around instead of vice versa.

That being said, I do do some things when preparing for a new story. This advice is really only for my longfics because my oneshots aren't even this mapped out. When starting a new longfic, I:

- Write out a list of characters. Their attributes, their relationships with each other, how they affect/are affected by the plot, etc.

- Write a very broad outline in paragraph or point form. I'm talking big picture here, not the fine details.

- As I write, I have a doc that has my plot details I want to hit along the storyline. I have them broken down into: "this is happening in the chapter you are currently writing," "this will happen in the next chapter," and "this needs to happen at some point," sections. This gets revised a LOT, because like I said I write in a very "stream of consciousness" way. I'm a "pantser," generally, and not a "plotter."

- Make a playlist! Make mood boards, and immerse yourself in your little world. This is the best part of the creative process aside from the actual writing, IMO.

I'm honoured you'd ask me—a hot mess of a writer—for advice 👉🏻👈🏻 and thank you so much for enjoying my Shane fic 😭🥰🥰🥰

[brummiereader]

@emotionalcadaver you've left me on the edge of my seat with the ending to this chapter 😬!!

"He loved the weight of her in his arms and on his chest, head tucked atop his pecs like it was made to be there, her fingertips tracing delicately over his ribs" this whole scene feels like the calm before the storm 🙈. I adore the way you describe their intimate touches between eachother. It's always so soft and tender. A huge contrast between both of their murderous sides when they're on the job.

It had gotten to the point where he couldn’t sleep properly without holding her. Ahh stop 😭❤️! I've gone all soppy after reading this little detail about Tommy's sleeping habits. I feel like this is so in tune with his canon character. I can totally see him slipping into a comforting normality with the one he loves 🥰.

The protective part of him prickled at putting her in such a direct line of danger. Tell me he's completely in love, without telling me he's in love! Right here 👆. This is definitely Tommy's way of showing he loves someone. Completely beside himself with worry that Lucy will get into trouble without him velcroed to her 24/7. I love the fact they're so co-dependent ❤️.

And then there was nothing more but indescribable pleasure shooting through every nerve of his body, and the sounds of their love echoing throughout the room. How many rounds can these two go 😂👌?!

I squealed when Alfie made an appearance 😍! Even more so when he called Lucy..."Hello, little demon,” he said to her after greeting Tommy. 😂. I love the fact that these two get along. And I can't get enough of their playful remarks...“I heard that you’ve graduated from castration to decapitation as your preferred form of murder, love.” - “Oh, castration is definitely still on the table for any who might deserve it, Alfie. Don’t you worry.” I love a bit of banter between heavy scenes. And with the chaos Alfie brings and Lucy's quick wit, it's a perfect match to bring a lighter tone to any scene/chapter!

"Right. Do you think Alfie was lying?” I'm just gonna ignore Lizzie's behaviour because she's start to piss me off no end 😬😤. I actually don't remember if Alfie lied or not, it's been so long since I've done a rewatch. But this is Alfie, so I'm guessing he did 😂.

"Up and down, her head nodded, breaths drawing in shakily with nerves. But his touch helped calm her" I seriously can't get enough of how much they both need eachother to ground themselves. I think the thing I love most about it is, it's a mutual thing. It's not one sided. They both crave the others touch, and the both can't settle themselves without the others help. I.am.so.scared everytime I read a new chapter that it's gonna be the one where Lucy finds out about Lizzie. I swear, if Tommy emotionally pushes Lucy out I'll murder the man myself. My heart won't be able to take the upset that's coming Lucy's way, and the potential twatty moves Tommy's gonna pull 😤.

Seated in the shadows, she lit a cigarette and listened, barely even breathing, for the sound of approaching cars. I loved the image of this! So dark and ominous 😈. I'm not surprised that Lucy doesn't often find herself in situations she can't get out of. She's such a methodical planner . I'm calling Lucy if I ever want someone taken out 😂!

So excited to read the next chapter of this captivating series 😍!

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy and Lucy prepare for the oncoming ambush of Luca and his men. 

Word Count: 3,443

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut (though only briefly).

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Chapter 16: Kestrel

They laid with the bedsheets entangled around them, Lucy’s head on Tommy’s chest while he stroked his fingers daintily through her hair and along the ridges of her spine. His free hand brought the cigarette that he was holding to his lips, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs, letting it go with a long exhale and passing the cigarette to Lucy. 

He loved the weight of her in his arms and on his chest, head tucked atop his pecs like it was made to be there, her fingertips tracing delicately over his ribs and occasionally along his tattoos, paying particular attention to the one of her name on his upper left forearm. 

It had gotten to the point where he couldn’t sleep properly without holding her. As if she was an oversized teddy bear that he clung to for comfort like a child.

With a contented sigh, he tipped his head back against the pillows, taking in the state of the room. Their clothes were still scattered across the floor, joined by the robes they’d had to hastily don when their food had arrived only moments after they’d finished their second round of fucking. The plates, cleaned but for a few crumbs, were stacked on one of the nightstands, hastily discarded and forgotten after he’d kissed her to taste to remnants of chocolate mousse and strawberry sauce and they’d wound up with him on top of her in the bed, robes tossed away while he lined his cock up and sank into her in one quick, glorious thrust.

“Has Polly said anything more about when Luca’s attack will be?” Lucy asked, passing the cigarette back to him. 

“Soon.” They did not have an exact date, yet. “I told Charlie and Johnny Dogs to set aside some guns for us. Mrs. Ross’s old flat is ours, now that she and her family have left town. We can store the guns there until it’s time.”

They’d checked out the area surrounding Mrs. Ross’s flat earlier. It was perfect. Lots of cover and places to hide, a winding network of interconnected halls and alleyways that would make it perfect for them to be able to dodge Luca while he chased after or shot at them. The amount of civilians that could be caught in the crossfire concerned him somewhat, but that couldn’t really be helped anywhere that they went. At least at Mrs. Ross’s, they could mostly just hunker down in their homes until it was over. Luca would be so busy chasing him that he likely wasn’t going to be targeting them anyway.  

“When the time comes, I want you to go there early and meet me there. Luca’s more likely to get overconfident if he thinks I’m on my own. You stay out of sight, and see if you can catch him or any of his men by surprise.”

“Okay.”

The protective part of him prickled at putting her in such a direct line of danger. But he knew better than to try to ask her to sit at home while he walked directly into an ambush. Even if he knew that ambush was coming. 

Besides, she had handled herself very well regarding the whole thing with Alessio. And he would be there. He could keep her safe. And he could use the backup. 

As if reading his thoughts, Lucy stretched up his body to kiss him. “Thank you. For letting me come with you.”

He nodded, swallowing roughly, tracing over the shape of her lips. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” she poked his chest. “You too.”

His lips quirked upwards, nodding. She kissed him again, an open mouthed, lazy press of her lips to his, moaning quietly against his mouth as his hands drifted low on her back, until he was groping handfuls of her ass and pulling her closer. Shifting, she straddled him properly, strong thighs spreading across his lap. He kissed her back harder, hands in her hair and on her breasts and guiding her hips to grind down on his already swelling erection. The wetness from her cunt coated his cock, dripping down onto his thighs. He was fully hard within a matter of only a few rolls of her hips against his, cock twitching with the eager hope of being inside her again. 

A hope that it did not have to wait long to have fulfilled, as she reached down, taking him in hand and lining him up, sliding down onto him with one expert movement. And then there was nothing more but indescribable pleasure shooting through every nerve of his body, and the sounds of their love echoing throughout the room.    

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“What the hell is that?” she grumbled, wincing at the blaring of a car’s horn just outside, the sound unending, just going on and on. Like the world’s most annoying alarm clock. Tommy cringed, pulling on his cap, grabbing her coat where it was hanging on a hook by the door and passing it to her. 

“Alfie, I would imagine.”

Yeah, that seemed about right. “He’s going to wake up the whole bloody neighborhood,” she complained, quickly shrugging on her coat. Outside, the horn kept blaring. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” she mumbled under her breath, pulling her hat on over her curls and following Tommy out the door. 

The car was across the street, Alfie standing at the driver’s side, arm shoved through the window to lean on the horn. He didn’t let it go until they were standing directly in front of him. He had two other men with him: a man she was assuming must be his guard and driver, and a hulking boy that towered over all of them. The boxer. 

Her eyes shifted to Alfie. Up close, his skin looked terrible, red and peeling in multiple places, giving it an almost scaly appearance. She frowned. Not once had she ever asked after the problems with his skin; it didn’t really feel like it was any of her business. But she was pretty certain he had never had such problems when they were kids in London. And whatever it was, it looked to have gotten a whole hell of a lot worse since the last time they’d seen each other. 

“Hello, little demon,” he said to her after greeting Tommy.

“Hey, Alfie.”

Tommy led the way to the gin distillery; he had wanted Alfie to take a look at it and to try the recipe he was still tinkering with while he was in Birmingham. As they walked, Alfie started to ramble in that way he so often did, until he was distracted by the sound of starlings fluttering about near the rafters, to which he decided that the appropriate response was to pull out his gun and take aim at them.

“Ricochet,” Lucy warned, half cowering behind Tommy. “Ricochet, ricochet, ricochet.”  

It took Tommy hastily assuring Alfie that he would get a kestrel to get him to lower the weapon he had pointed at the animals up above that had so offended him, and when he turned to face Tommy, his tone was suddenly much more serious as he asked after the situation with the Italians.

“You got a kestrel for them and all?”

“Yes,” Tommy reassured, moving to pour some gin for Alfie to sniff at, since he didn’t drink alcohol. Alfie glanced over at her.  

“I heard that you’ve graduated from castration to decapitation as your preferred form of murder, love.”

“Oh, castration is definitely still on the table for any who might deserve it, Alfie. Don’t you worry.”

He chuckled, clapping her on the shoulder as he moved past her to follow Tommy and assess his gin. Lucy jumped up to sit on the table, watching as Alfie pontificated while sniffing at the gin, declaring it not sweet enough for the Americans. Tommy looked mildly dismayed at the criticism, probably because it was the exact opposite of the assessment that May had given them earlier. She nudged him gently with her thigh in solidarity. 

“What have you heard, Alfie?” Tommy asked, going to sit down at the table Lucy was propped up on. 

“I heard a cop got shot. Who shot him?”

“My kestrel.”

Alfie raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like someone may be after your job, Winters.”

Crossing her arms, she leaned back with a small smirk. “Ah, well, you know, I can’t be everywhere at once.”

Tommy continued to work him for information, first about Luca’s alliance with Sabini, and then about any potential reinforcements. Her brows creased at Alfie’s dismissal of either.

“You really don’t think that they’d use any of Sabini’s men?”

“No. Like I said: they’re Sicilians, they’ll use him for resources, but not men.”

“Not calling in reinforcements seems like an unnecessary risk on their part.”

“Pride, maybe?” Tommy suggested. “Or overconfidence.”

“You’re sure it’s eleven?” Lucy asked. 

“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” Alfie snapped, clearly growing agitated at her questioning him. 

Eleven made no sense. The math didn’t add up based on how many she, Arthur, and the Golds had already killed. There should not have been that many of them left.

But she decided to back off on questioning Alfie. Perhaps that was all that his information had been able to uncover. 

Or perhaps he was not being entirely honest with them.  

Alfie’s following comments that Tommy was likely to be dead soon did not help to assuage that feeling. Her fingers twitched against each other, picking at her rings, thinking hard. 

Aberama’s arrival helped steer the conversation in a different direction to that of the organization of the boxing match between Bonnie and Alfie’s nephew. Deals were made, payment arrangements drawn up, and then everyone was off on their way. 

They headed back to the office after seeing Alfie to his car. As she was walking in behind Tommy, Lizzie swept past them, handing out mail to the girls working the desks. Her shoulder knocked hard and purposefully into Lucy’s as she passed, nearly causing Lucy to stagger, and when her head turned to stare at Lizzie in surprise, she was met with a smug smirk dancing across Lizzie’s lips before she spun her back to Lucy, going to the other end of the office before she could say anything to her. 

Lucy sighed dejectedly, shaking her head and moving to follow Tommy the rest of the way into the office, closing the door behind her and taking off her coat to hang up. 

“Eleven men left in Luca’s organization here in Birmingham makes no fucking sense,” she said the moment that they were alone.

“I know,” Tommy agreed, pouring glasses of whiskey for them both. 

“He has to have more men coming from somewhere. You think it’s Sabini’s boys?”

“No. Alfie was right, the Sicilians will only trust their own. He might use anyone he can find here in Birmingham or who were previously allies of his family for information and even lodgings, but I doubt he’ll trust any of them enough to put a gun in their hands. He probably brought in another set of men from New York or Italy.”  

“Right. Do you think Alfie was lying?”

“I don’t know.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time he’s betrayed us,” she sighed, sadly. “But I just don’t really see a reason why he would, this time. It’s like you said: Luca won’t stop after he’s killed all of us. They’re going to want to take everyone in the country.”

“Yeah,” he rubbed at his lips, going to his desk. “But who knows why Alfie does the things that Alfie does. Shit.”

She turned to find Tommy looking down at the diary laid out on the desk, his fingers settled on a specific date, lips pursed.

“What?” Setting down her drink, she went around the desk to peer over his shoulder, spotting the little black star drawn into the blank white space just under the date of Friday, the fifth of February. The day that Luca would move to attack Tommy. “Fuck,” she grumbled. “That’s so soon. She couldn’t have given us more time to prepare?”

“Go to the yard, get the guns I told Charlie and Johnny to set aside, and stash them in Mrs. Ross’s apartment.”

“Right.”

He sighed, wiping at his face tiredly. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pillowing her head between his shoulder blades. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

He let out a breathless laugh, rubbing at her arms, head craning around to look at her. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not a chance in hell, Shelby.”

∗ ∗ ∗ 

The car pulled up outside the hospital, Tommy shutting off the engine, though neither of them made a move to get out of the car. Neither of them said anything for a long moment. It felt as if they were each holding their breath, preparing for the oncoming fight. Lucy couldn’t even count how many times she’d checked her revolver to make sure it was loaded properly. 

“I’ll set out the guns under a tarp so that you’ll be able to see them when you come up the stairs,” she said, as if they hadn’t already gone over the plan a dozen times that morning and the night before. “And I’ll tell any civilians that I see to go inside and stay there until it’s done.” 

“Right.”

The clock was ticking. They both needed to get going. And still neither of them moved.

Lucy looked down at her hands, rubbing at her rings, taking a deep breath.

“Hey,” Tommy’s strong palm was suddenly cupping the back of her neck, turning her head to him. He leaned forward, kissing her softly and allowing their foreheads to rest against each other. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she smoothed her hand down his forearm, breathing in deep the scent of his cologne and the smoke that lingered to his clothes. 

“We’re gonna be fine.”

Up and down, her head nodded, breaths drawing in shakily with nerves. But his touch helped calm her. He was right. They had prepared as well as they could for this. Everything would be fine.

Angling her head up, she kissed him again, taking her time with it, the pillow-soft plush of his lips warm as he reciprocated. That large palm rubbed back and forth across the nape of her neck. 

“I love you,” she said after they finally parted.  

“I love you too.” His thumb moved back and forth across her cheekbone. “You be careful.”

She nodded. “You too.”

They kissed again, and he loosened his grip on her, both moving to get out of the car.  

“Do you think Michael will say anything to you about it?” she asked as they headed for the doors of the hospital. 

“I don’t know.”

“If he doesn’t…”

“We’ll deal with that later.” His jaw ticked at the thought, and she would have almost felt pity for Michael, had he not likely been about to send Tommy to what he thought was his death. 

“Right.”

They came to the big doors of the hospital and paused. This was where she left him. Tommy touched her arm, and she could see the worry creasing between her brows and igniting behind his eyes. He had been doing a wondrous job keeping his overprotectiveness from getting out of hand lately, but she could see him wrestling with it now, battling between his trust in her competence and his need to ensure her safety. Lucy cradled the side of his face in an attempt to comfort him, offering one of her impish smiles with the hope that it would make him feel better. 

“Whoever kills fewer Italians today has to buy the winner lunch,” she declared. Tommy’s brows rose, lips twitching.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm. So I hope that you’re prepared to treat me, sergeant major.”

“How do you know that you’re going to win?”

“Because of the two of us, I’m the one that’s more motivated by food.”

That got a real chuckle out of him, bringing his smiling lips to her forehead. “Deal.”

She smiled, nudging him affectionately. “I’ll see you soon.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, hand coming up to cover hers, squeezing, and then finally letting her go. Lucy watched him climb the steps and enter the hospital, waiting until she was out of sight to shove her hands into her pockets, and begin to walk at a brisk pace down the block and around the corner. 

And then she broke into a light jog.

Tommy would be in there at the hospital for a good while with Michael; at least half an hour, more if he could stretch it out. But she wanted to have as much time as possible to get everything set up. 

When she got to the square where the building housing Mrs. Ross’s former flat was located, she slowed to a quick walk, climbing the stairs hastily and pulling the keys from her pocket. As she passed a few civilians out on the terrace, hanging their washing out to dry or hauling groceries inside, she quietly told them to go into their flats and stay there. Those who recognized her did what she said without question, and those who didn’t only needed to take one look at her cap and red hair to know that they needed to listen to her. 

The door to Mrs. Ross’s apartment unlocked with a click. She left it open, going to the kitchen and opening up the cupboards under the sink, beginning to haul the huge machine gun out, setting it down on the kitchen table. Grabbing one of the chairs from around the table, she dragged it to the China cabinet against the wall, climbing the chair so that she could stash the other gun and its ammunition on top of the cabinet. It would be out of the way there for anyone who may decide to wander into the flat between the time she left it and Tommy arrived. She would have to leave it unlocked so he could easily get in if they started shooting at him straight away. 

The machine gun she took outside, keeping it wrapped up in the tarp, and put it down on a crate by the railing, just in front of where a set of stairs veered up to the next level of apartments. Raising the gun up, she tested the line of sight the position would offer to the square below, then squatted behind the crate to check the area of cover that it offered. 

Good.

She tucked the tarp more securely around the gun, triple checking that all the pieces save for the ammunition–which Tommy already had–were in place. Satisfied, she ducked back into the flat to take one sweeping look around, ensuring that she hadn’t missed anything before departing. 

They had talked about having her position herself on the terrace opposite Tommy with a sniper rifle, picking the men off when they turned to fire upon him where he would be up at the machine gun. But Tommy had felt quite strongly that it carried too many risks and left her too exposed. The other terrace didn’t offer as much cover, and they had agreed that it would serve them better to keep her presence on the field a surprise for a little while longer. 

The apartments were a labyrinth of tight corridors and terraces. Easy to weave around and lose people in the shadows. Easy to sneak up behind someone and slit their throat without their companions ahead of them even noticing. Especially when they were busy chasing the bait in front of them that was busy blasting them all with machine guns.   

Melting into a dark corner, Lucy checked her revolver one last time, fingering at the ammo tucked away in her pockets, then at the set of throwing knives tucked into one side of her belt. On the other side, she had sheathed her massive hunting knife, the blade cool and so sharp, she was half afraid it would cut her through the cloth that she carefully used to clean it. It shined when she held it up to the light, turning it every which way before nodding to herself and placing it back in its home against her hip. 

Seated in the shadows, she lit a cigarette and listened, barely even breathing, for the sound of approaching cars. Her heart beat loud in her ears, nerves jumping, hands clammy where they squeezed at the cigarette clutched between her fingers.

Everything was set up and in place. 

All that there was left to do was wait. 

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[rosenallies]

Hi my love

“All I wanted was a happy ending.” For any ship of your choosing 💕

No one else bully me for this, bc this is for my bestie who talked to me when I was rlly sad last week and a lot of other times when I’m sad and it’s her fave ship <3 here’s some branjie for u my love, sorry if I’m rusty 😭

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“All I wanted was a happy ending,” Vanessa mumbled through tears, staring at the floor as Brooke had turned her back on her, figuratively and literally.

Brooke sighed, the nausea churning inside her stomach. “I-I can’t give you that, Nessa.”

Truth be told, this was all Brooke’s fault, entangling Vanessa in her complicated life when she knew deep down she couldn’t give her what she deserved, which was the world in Brooke’s eyes. Brooke was a lot of things, a powerhouse in the world of dance, internationally recognized prima ballerina. But there were more things she wasn’t. She wasn’t gentle enough to hold Vanessa when she cried. She wasn’t motherly enough to give Vanessa the family she always wanted. She wasn’t available enough to be by Vanessa’s side every time she needed her.

Vanessa grabbed Brooke’s hand and made the blonde face her.

“This isn’t a storybook,” she sighed, pulling her arm back from Vanessa’s grip, “I’m not cut out for this.”

Suddenly, it all fell into place. Brooke’s anxiety over the last few weeks, the intense wedding planning that ended in a blow up fight that led to this very second, the ring Brooke gave Vanessa over a year ago thrown onto the floor and the threat of cancelling the whole thing looming over their heads.

“You have cold feet,” Vanessa said, stunned by the fact that she didn’t get it before.

Brooke’s cheeks turned red. “Vanessa, I’m terrified. I can’t marry you, what if I fuck everything up? I can’t-“

Vanessa stood on her tip toes and placed a warm kiss on her lips. “Yes. You can. I know you don’t see yourself the way I do. You’re warm and kind, and yes, you are a work horse, but then you come home and let me rub your shoulders and let me take care of you. And you take care of me right back. Marriage is scary, if you think I’m not afraid, you’d be wrong. I’m scared you’ll think I’m too much or too loud or something, but I want all your “flaws” and I hope you want mine too. I can handle your nerves if you can handle me scream singing in the shower every morning. I can handle you being a cat lady if you can handle me crying every time we watch The Notebook.”

“I’m sorry, Nessa. I’m so sorry, you’re right. I’m scared as fuck but I want all of that with you too.”

Tentatively, Vanessa wiped Brooke’s tears away. “I love you, okay?”

Brooke nodded. “I love you too.”

“Hey, and maybe we can hire that wedding planner you found. I wanted to do it all, just me and you, but maybe we need a break.”

“Oh thank god,” Brooke laughed, a nice change from the cold exterior she had earlier, “I love you but I swear if I had to look at one more flower arrangement that looked exactly like the one before, I’m gonna explode.”

[celestialblushxoxo]

Hey dear , merry Christmas to you ☘️⛄hope you're enjoying your day 🫂🐻☘️ my dear .I'm here to request you for the future spouse game VOL 1 ...I'll be really grateful dear if it gets answered ❤️❤️🥺 !! Hope you'll take care of yourself too ^_^

My initials - SSD , S

Pronouns - she / her

Signs if needed 😂( Libra rising and zodiac is aquarius)

Thank you sooo much dear again ✨!! Hope you'll enjoy this Christmas and New year really well 🎶 happy holidays dear ⛄🥰

Hey my fellow Libra Rising sweetie, you're so sweet ahh I literally see myself in the way you text(Maybe it's the Libra rising effec👀😽) Happy New Year💗✨Hope you have a beautiful year ahead love and hope you enjoy your reading as well!!

Straight up, your fs feels complete but incomplete at the same time, GUESS WHY. Ofc cause they haven't met you (Ik this reading is going to be sappy, but I'm here for it *yeet*) ok so they are someone who is a planner, very organized, go by the books kinda person. They are very systematic and they follow the instructions but that doesn't mean they are a follower, it's like they compete with themselves, they follow what makes them feel right. They hate being stagnant or stuck, they are very ambitious, they want to achieve things and they are their own leader. They aren't dominant and authorative like they are super chill and calm, very understanding. They go through lots of transformations, they are tested constantly maybe in forms of people who envy them or don't want them to succeed but they pull their Uno reverse and boom, they come out stronger than before. They are like so kind and sweet but once someone does something against them then you can imagine. They aren't greedy but they have perfectionist tendencies. They are usually very content with themselves but there are moments where they feel like they don't have someone to share these abundance, memories(in a romantic sense) etc with and they worry if they are going to be single forever, omg🥺😂 they are so sweet man. They may giggle a lot, I'm hearing Enchanted by Taylor Swift so listen to it, may have some message for you. Specifically the line *All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you*, damn sis🥺🥺 whenever they are making an important decision they make sure they think through so that they don't regret later, they aren't spontaneous. Look wise firstly HANDS they have beautiful hands, may look younger for their age, have this sweet angelic look to them. Fair to sunkissed skin, light to dark brown curly hair. Doe eyes maybe brown or blue in colour. Plump lips. May love the colour yellow. You may feel like a gift sent from heaven itself istg. They are super dreamy. Maybe medium to tall. Clear skin. Clean shaved. You may love their hair a lot. They have this very giving nature, very generous. May have a pet or love animals a lot or both. Maybe you do too. So financially there is a possibility that their family struggled when they were really small or when they were just born cause they might be an unplanned baby as well but as they grew up their family had a stable income and then when your fs started working man they worked so hard like started from scratch and now they are like so abundant it's truly amazing, they are very stable. As a person, sis they are filled with so much love to give and offer like they are a pure soul they are so abundant with love as well, all they'd wanna do is give give and give you all their love, like smother you (my venus in Pisces is literally touched the peak of almost breaking down😭🥺💗✨) your fs maybe really good at manifesting, they manifested you as well. Others/their close ones see them as someone who is approachable, gives good advices, nurturing, lover, a teamplayer, they get what they want, humble, down to earth, handsome, charming, skillful, hardworking, understanding and someone who they can really on, generous, a giver as well as spiritual. Right now they are in they journey on building their work from scratch. They are executing their plans, working really hard and literally grinding themselves. They have already started their work. Overall you guys are blessed to have each other honestly.

Possible placements: Water Placement seems prominent and kinda air as well, some earth as well

Possible fashion aesthetic:

Hope you enjoyed your reading love, do let me know if you liked it or not, it helps me improvise! Thank you so much for being patient and hope you have a lovely day ahead🖤✨

[caliburnclarent]

Hey there! It's no problem 😊

WTROH is such a fun fic, you should be proud! It lives rent free in my head 😭

I LOVE SPIRIT one of my favorite links (my absolute favorite is wind but spirit is still up there)

My take on Spirit... Details below!

So, This is kind of how I see his character generally but it also talks about LU stuff!

Anyways, my take on Link's character can be split into two halves:

The shy, reserved Engineer and the enthusiastic, somewhat unhinged Warrior.

The Warrior half of his character was kind of dormant until Spirit Tracks. Working with Zelda, fighting both on and off the tracks... It awakened something within the boy. He always liked adventure... but now he realizes how much he enjoys the thrills of battle.

This leaves Link deeply conflicted. He loves trains and engineering, is a literal prodigy in his field even! He's been working most of his short life to become a Royal Engineer. He loves the tracks, the smell of burning coal... but he also loves the clash of steel, the way his sword slashes through his foes. He loves being able to protect his loved ones. He loves helping others through his engineering.

Needless to say, the poor kid is being pulled in two different directions and loves both options in equal measure.

This internal conflict comes to a head when Zelda asks him what he wants to do. He can only choose one option and has to abandon the other.

This is why his third option is "Dunno". Because his internal conflict has left him confused and questioning what he actually wants to do in life. Does he pursue being a Warrior, but abandon what he's been pursuing for as long as he can remember? Or does he stick to being an Engineer, yet abandon the newfound fighter he's become?

In my planned stories, he chooses Engineer. However, his curiosity will make his mind wander to "what if" quite often. However, he'd do this even if he chose Warrior... Grass is always greener on the other side and all.

If he was part of the chain in LU, I think he'd shine as the groups Logistics Planner. Don't get me wrong, he'd be VERY good at battle strategy, but I think he'd be afraid of stepping on Warriors' shoes there. So I think Spirit would choose to focus on their Logistics.

Resources are essential. He'd shine as one of their best supports in the group for this reason. He keeps everything organized and supplied. He stays on top of every little thing.

However, that is not without its flaws. I think he'd be both an expert multitasker and... a massive micromanager lol. This would cause issues with the more independent members of the chain.

Thing is, Spirit's surface personality is very reserved and shy compared to the other Links' forceful personalities. He'd need an equivalent to his Zelda to help stand up for him and convey his points. "Excuse me, he asked for pickles" etc etc

Now, I do think he can be a little shit however. He's still a Link! But he's more polite and his surface personality is rather reserved. So he can get away with a lot more then, say, Wind lol. He's also a people pleaser, especially to those he desires to impress... like Phantom. She does well to bring out his gremlin tendencies (like saying he can totally swim when he CANT. Spirit what are you doinggggg)

I do see him as the type who wants acknowledgement for his accomplishments too. Not in a bragging way, but simply to acknowledge his hard work. Like Wind, he wouldn't react well to being coddled by the Chain for this reason.

Fighting with the group *definitely* brings out his enthusiastic Warrior side. He'd more then enjoy getting the chance to fight and battle again! The others are quite surprised about his sheer... enthusiasm for it, at first. He seemed so... shy. It's honestly kind of scary...

...Spirit also wishes his Zelda was by his side again... He'd miss her so, so very much. He doesn't feel like a complete hero without her.

Both Hyrule and Spirit would share the issue of feeling...lacking compared to the other heroes, but I feel Spirit would have it the worst of the two. He'd push himself very hard to prove his usefulness to the group, which only makes the issues I discussed previously even worse.

Spirit, likely in an attempt to be useful, overworks himself. He works hard to try and be a complete hero, when he currently feels like only half of one.

TLDR: Like his own Zelda, Spirit has two distinct personalities--the Engineer and the Warrior--mainly for comedic purposes. You would not expect the shy and polite Engineer to be like "violence isn't the answer... violence is the question and the answer is yes :)"

It's just very funny how Spirit can completely change his entire life goals at the end of the game. So I decided my own take on him would be based around the sheer contrast between those two things + the strategics of his game lmao. I was also inspired by other people's takes on Spirit to some degree? Admittedly it was mainly because a lot of my initial ideas just overlapped with others' interpretations, so I went with that but with my own twist on it (like spirit being the shy and reserved type compared to wind, but that's just his surface personality and is mainly to hide his other gremlin/unhinged aspects)

Anyways that's all my rambling, this is all still VERY rough and is likely to change as time goes on so... yeah lol

Hi hello!! I've been reading idolatry and it's really good! I decided to check out some of your other fics and they're also really good omg?? My particular favorite is Where's The Rest Of Him... top tier angst aaaargh I love it!!

I see you are also a spirit tracks fan... good taste. I want my engineer son in LU so badly. I have So Many thoughts about him... anyways sorry for the rambling whoops, just want to send a message and appreciation for your writing!

AAAAAAAAAAA HOW DID I MISS THIS

Thank you so so SO much for dropping this in my inbox! WTROH is just. I love it SO much. Not just because it’s my first published angst fic but because it’s got the death fake out trope (which, if you can’t tell, I’m just a little insane about ;) )

AND HEY ANOTHER SPIRIT BUDDY HELLO FRIEND!!!!! I want to hear your thoughts about him please and thank you!!!! I’m super busy right now so it’ll be awhile before I respond but HES SO GOOD AND SWEET AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANT TO HEAR YOURS TOO

Anyway never apologize for being sweet its made my day!