#honestly i don’t have a lot of notes on this one…

[leovenuslatina]

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!!THIS READING IS 18+ MDNI!!

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what makes your FS feel desired?

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊˚⊹

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PILE 1 -

King of Pentacles & The Magician

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Your FS like to feel confident pile 1. he likes when stroke his ego make him feel good and you build him up i mean of course everyone does but he mainly likes it when you do it. it means the most to him when you do it especially when you two are making love and you whisper all things he’s doing makes you feel good he’s obsessed with that. Outside of the bedroom your FS likes knowing that you depend upon him that anytime you need him or anything that you come to him. he likes when you make him feel like a “real man” you know chopping wood lifting heavy shit and stuff like that. your FS is OBSESSED with making you feel safe protected and comfortable. whether it’s when some creep is hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable or his just hold you in his arms. he likes knowing that you trust him completely with everything: soul and mind but especially body. Your FS does put a lot of his identity in what he does and his job so he maybe like really important where he works or in his field. he has a lot of respect which indirectly helps his confidence especially with you he likes to buy you nice things and taking you on trips and luxurious experiences. Lastly your FS LOVES ! communication and hearing words of affirmation from you it does wayyyyy more than you think it does.

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Two of Wands & Six of Pentacles

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Immediately pile 2 your FS means business! they love to get shit done they have a long list of goals and they intend to achieve everything on that list and they don’t let anything or anyone stop them. that makes them feel really desired and important and impressive. they like when you challenge them i’m getting that the chase is like a good motivation for them. in the weirdest way what makes them feel wanted is when you act like you don’t want them 🤭. when you tease them and act like a brat for lack of a better word. your FS def wants what they can’t have and when you tell them not right now or no he LOVES IT ! (side note lol): i was having a conversation with my man the other day and i asked him why he kept pursuing me even when i acted like i didn’t want him he said because he was so used to girls throwing themselves at him that when i didn’t he was intrigued and when he got me he felt accomplished. Your FS is the SAME way he’s probably like handsome or really charismatic and when you don’t immediately want him he’s obviously obsessed with you !honestly just being in a relationship with you makes him feel the most desirable. because he views you as the highest prize he could ever win. he sees you as a goal he wants to achieve (not in a bad way!!) he just knows he has to work his hardest to get you and make you happy and keep you happy and that makes him feel really good about himself. he feels like he won at life just because he’s with you 🥰. because they are very goal oriented they LOVE when you give them tasks to do for you like helping you move or helping you with some car troubles. they are a HUGE acts of service kinda guy and he’s the type to do stuff for you before you even asking like filling up your water bottle or washing your car for you or just anything to make your life easier. it’s the same thing in the bedroom. he likes when you tell him what you like and what to do and when he does that and makes you pleased he’s extremely happy with himself.

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Knight of Pentacles & Six of Cups

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Your FS prides himself on being who you lean on. He’s ambitious and he’s a GOOD man savanna!!! he’s loyal and faithful if you care about that stuff he is a religious man (only of that applies). What makes your FS feel desirable is knowing that you see him and that you know all he does. he’s the type of guy that doesn’t brag he’s not boastful about all he does. he’s very humble. he’s not in it for any type of praise or recognition. but you truly see him and you’re thankful and appreciative of everything he does for you and that makes him happy literally he’s a simple kinda man it really doesn’t take much to make him happy or feel. your FS is an extremely patient and supportive man he’ll do anything for you even if you have trauma or past experiences that cause you anxiety he’ll be right by your side. this FS is the perfect person for someone who needs a lot of patience and attention and love. he’s very caring and soft and loving. and the look on your face when he hold you or when he sees you happy that is the ultimate compliment to him. like all he wants to do is be a good MAN for you !

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[woniescheeks]

Flustered II

Synopsis: Alternatively when you make Enhypen somewhat flustered.

W/C: 2.1k   Warnings: Fluff, Mild teasing, Flustered behaviour, Light-hearted flirting, Comfort and affection, Possibly slightly cheesy.  Pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

Part 1

LEE HEESEUNG 

You were sitting on the studio couch as Heeseung wrapped up his practice session. His voice effortlessly hit the high notes, leaving you completely mesmerized. When he finished, he looked over at you, slightly out of breath but wearing that proud smile he always had after nailing a tough section.

“How was it?” he asked casually, grabbing a water bottle from the table.

You tilted your head at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “It was… perfect. As always.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t have to butter me up, you know. I’m just practicing.”

You sat up straighter, your expression growing mock-serious. “Heeseung, I’m not buttering you up. I’m being 100% serious. The way you sing—it’s like you were born for this. Honestly, I’m so impressed I’m questioning why I even deserve to sit here and listen.”

He choked on his water at your dramatic delivery, turning away to hide his flustered expression. “O-Okay, that’s a little too much. Tone it down!”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Tone it down? Absolutely not. I’m a big fan of yours, Lee Heeseung, and I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Stop, you’re making me embarrassed.”

“Aw, you’re blushing!” you teased, poking his cheek. “I knew you were soft behind all that stage confidence.”

“I’m not soft!” he protested, his voice cracking slightly, which only made him blush more.

“Sure, sure,” you said with a laugh. “But seriously, Heeseung, you’re incredible. And I think people don’t tell you that enough.”

For a moment, his teasing demeanor softened, and he looked at you with a shy smile. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “It means a lot coming from you.”

You poked his cheek again, grinning. “Adorable.”

“Stop calling me adorable!”

PARK JONGSEONG 

You were lounging on the couch with Jay, enjoying a lazy afternoon while he scrolled through his phone. Occasionally, he’d chuckle at something and show you, but for the most part, you just admired how effortlessly good-looking he was, even in his most casual outfit.

Out of nowhere, you blurted out, “You know, you’re really attractive.”

Jay froze mid-scroll, his thumb hovering above the screen. He turned to look at you, wide-eyed. “What?”

“You’re attractive,” you repeated, completely nonchalant. “Like, ridiculously so.”

Jay blinked rapidly, his ears turning red as he tried to figure out how to respond. “Oh… uh… thanks?”

You smirked, leaning closer. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not!” he shot back, sitting up straighter.

“You totally are,” you teased, pointing at his reddening ears. “It’s cute, honestly. You always act so confident, but one little compliment and you’re all shy.”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere! It’s not fair!”

“Why not?” you asked innocently. “It’s the truth. You’re stupidly handsome, and sometimes it’s distracting.”

Jay peeked at you from behind his fingers, his face still red. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin. “But admit it—you like hearing it from me.”

He sighed, shaking his head with a shy smile. “Okay, fine. Maybe I do. But don’t think I’ll let you get away with this again.”

“Sure, sure,” you replied, laughing. “Whatever you say, blushing boy.”

SIM JAEYUN 

Jake was sitting at his desk, typing furiously on his laptop. His brows furrowed in concentration, and his lips were pursed slightly. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked when he was so focused.

Feeling mischievous, you walked up behind him and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his head.

“Hi,” you whispered softly.

Jake froze, his hands hovering over the keyboard. “Uh… hi?” he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

“You’ve been working so hard,” you murmured, leaning into him a bit more. “I thought you could use a hug.”

Jake let out a nervous laugh, his ears turning red. “Oh, uh… thanks? You didn’t have to, though.”

“But I wanted to,” you said simply. “You’re always so sweet to me, Jake. I wanted to return the favor.”

He fidgeted in his seat, trying to hide his obvious flustered state. “You’re really good at this, you know. Flustering me.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Only you. You’re easy to fluster.”

Jake groaned, leaning back in his chair to look up at you. His cheeks were bright red, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re gonna kill me with all this, you know that?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” he muttered, though the fond look in his eyes betrayed him.

PARK SUNGHOON 

Sunghoon was scrolling through his phone as you sat across from him at the cafe. His cold brew sat untouched, the ice slowly melting as he furrowed his brow at something on his screen. 

You tilted your head, watching him with a small smile. “What are you looking at so intensely?”

“Skating videos,” he replied without looking up. 

You leaned forward, trying to peek at his phone. “Are you studying or just reminiscing about your glory days?” 

He shot you a playful glare, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “First of all, they’re not ‘glory days.’ I’m still a legend, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, my bad,” you teased, leaning back in your chair. “The legendary Park Sunghoon. How could I forget?” 

He rolled his eyes, finally putting his phone down. “You’re impossible.” 

“But you like it,” you said with a grin. 

Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he gave you a smirk. “Maybe I do. What about it?” 

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden boldness. “I—uh—well…” 

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “What happened to all that teasing? Cat got your tongue?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to regain your composure. “I was just surprised you actually admitted it. You’re usually so aloof.” 

He shrugged, sipping his cold brew. “Maybe I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. “Touché.” 

KIM SUNOO 

Sunoo was rummaging through a pile of snacks on the coffee table, his face lighting up every time he found something he liked. You sat beside him, watching his childlike excitement with a fond smile. 

“Do you ever stop being adorable?” you asked suddenly. 

He paused, a bag of chips in hand, and turned to look at you with wide eyes. “What?” 

“You’re just so cute all the time,” you said, leaning your chin on your hand. “It’s unfair, really.” 

Sunoo’s cheeks turned pink as he tried to play it cool. “I mean… I can’t help it if I’m naturally charming.” 

You laughed, reaching over to poke his cheek. “There it is—the confidence. But seriously, Sunoo, you’re like a human ball of sunshine. It’s impossible not to smile around you.” 

He beamed at your words, his blush deepening. “Well, someone has to keep you smiling, right?” 

You grinned, leaning closer. “Mission accomplished. But what about me? Do I make you smile too?” 

Sunoo looked at you for a moment before breaking into a shy yet radiant smile. “All the time,” he admitted softly. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity, and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” 

“Maybe,” he said with a giggle. “But it’s worth it if it makes you happy.” 

YANG JUNGWON 

Jungwon was sitting next to you on the floor, going over some choreography videos. His expression was serious, brows furrowed as he replayed the same clip over and over, analysing every move with a laser focus. 

You, however, had long since zoned out. It wasn’t that the video wasn’t interesting; it was just that Jungwon himself was far more captivating. The way his lips pressed together in thought, the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he concentrated—it was hard not to admire him when he got like this. 

Without thinking, you reached out and brushed his hair back. It was such a casual, natural movement that it didn’t even register as anything out of the ordinary. 

But to Jungwon, it was a completely different story. 

He froze immediately, his whole body stiffening as his eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his lips parting slightly as if to say something, but no words came out. 

“What?” you asked, confused by his reaction. “Your hair was in your face. I was just helping.” 

Jungwon blinked, and then his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “You... You can’t just do that,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically high. 

“Do what?” you asked, tilting your head. “Fix your hair? It’s not a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just... you caught me off guard, that’s all.” 

A small smile tugged at your lips as you realized what was happening. “Jungwon,” you said teasingly, leaning closer, “are you flustered?” 

“What? No!” he said quickly, his voice defensive. He avoided your gaze, but the redness spreading to the tips of his ears betrayed him. 

“You totally are,” you teased, your grin growing. “It’s cute, though. You’re cute.” 

Jungwon groaned softly, covering his face with his hands. “Stop,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “You’re going to make it worse.” 

“Make what worse? The fact that you’re blushing?” you teased, reaching out to gently nudge his shoulder. 

“I’m not blushing,” he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. 

“You so are,” you shot back, laughing. “It’s okay, though. It makes you even more endearing.” 

Jungwon peeked at you from between his fingers, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful annoyance. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered. 

“I can’t help it,” you said with a shrug, your smile softening. “You’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know?” 

He let out a sigh, finally dropping his hands from his face. His cheeks were still pink, but he managed to muster a shy smile. “You drive me crazy,” he said quietly, shaking his head. 

“And yet, you still hang out with me,” you replied with a grin. 

Jungwon chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Yeah, well... I guess you’re worth it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

His words made you freeze this time, and he smirked at your wide-eyed reaction. “Now who’s flustered?” 

NISHIMURA RIKI  

Ni-Ki was sprawled out on the couch, gripping the video game controller like his life depended on it. His eyes were glued to the screen, lips pressed into a focused line as his character dodged another attack. You sat next to him, your legs crossed and a bag of chips resting in your lap.

“You’re way too serious about this,” you teased, munching on a chip.

“You say that, but you wouldn’t last ten seconds in this game,” he retorted, his tone dripping with confidence.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” you quipped, setting the chips aside.

He chuckled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “If you think you can handle the humiliation, sure.”

You smirked, grabbing the controller he tossed your way. “Watch and learn, Ni-Ki.”

The moment the game began, chaos ensued. Your character staggered around, hitting walls and completely missing the enemies. Ni-Ki didn’t even try to hold back his laughter, practically doubling over as you flailed.

“This is—this is so bad,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach. “I knew you’d be bad, but this?!”

“Okay, stop laughing before I throw this controller at you!” you huffed, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“You couldn’t even aim that right,” he teased, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, that’s it,” you said, setting the controller down and turning to face him. He didn’t even notice the mischievous glint in your eyes as he kept laughing.

“Ni-ki,” you said sweetly, leaning closer.

“Yeah?” he asked, still smirking.

Without missing a beat, you rested your hand on his knee and leaned in until your faces were barely a breath apart. “You talk a big game, but you’re blushing harder than I am right now.”

His laughter stopped instantly. His smug grin faltered as his eyes widened. “W-What?”

You tilted your head, pretending to examine him. “Your ears are turning red, too. Cute.”

Ni-Ki blinked rapidly, scrambling to lean back against the couch as if it would put more distance between you two. “I—I’m not blushing! What are you even talking about?”

You laughed, leaning back and crossing your arms triumphantly. “Uh-huh. Sure. Totally not flustered, right?”

“I’m not!” he insisted, his voice an octave higher than usual. He covered his face with his hands, only making his obvious reaction worse.

“Riki,” you cooed, leaning toward him again. “Are you embarrassed because I got close? Or because I caught you staring at my lips earlier?”

His jaw dropped, and his blush spread all the way down his neck. “I wasn’t— I didn’t— You’re making that up!”

“Oh, really?” you teased, narrowing your eyes. “Then why can’t you even look at me right now?”

“I’m—ugh!” he groaned, burying his face in a pillow as you erupted into laughter.

“Admit it,” you said between giggles, poking his side. “I totally won this round.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I’m never playing games with you again.”

“Don’t be mad,” you teased, leaning closer to ruffle his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know?”

He peeked out from the pillow, his face still bright red. “Stop saying stuff like that!”

You smirked, your victory sweeter than any high score.

[celestiamour]

HAAII!! would u be able to do se-mi (player 380) comfort where the reader has like a nightmare and goes to her?

ft. se-mi x f! reader — squid game

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contains: comfort! canon-typical violence, “friends” with feelings

➤ author's note: short one! college and writer’s block is kicking my ass

“se-mi? are you awake?” you whispered, keeping your voice as small as possible so as not to disturb her if she wasn’t. 

she looked to the side to see your head poking above the frame of her bed, surprised to see you but not complaining considering how bored she was alone in her thoughts. “yeah, what’s up?” instinctively, she scooted over to the side to make room for you to join her on her bunk, allowing you to crawl under the blanket after a moment of hesitance.

“i hope i’m not bothering you…” you also hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell the extent of how flustered you were at the close proximity. the sheets still smelled like her and you had to consciously stop yourself from leaning in too close to her warmth so as to not appear strange. 

“no, don’t worry, i’m a bit of an insomniac.” she’s always been a night owl with a sleep schedule so horrid it would make any functional member of society gasp, and tonight is no different. aside from the two of you, she didn’t think there was anyone else awake aside from the guards watching over them. there was no way to tell what time it was, but she would make an educated guess of around three in the morning. “did something happen?”

“i-i had a nightmare…” despite it being a completely natural thing, you sounded embarrassed. she briefly wondered why you came to her instead of young-mi or dae-ho considering they would have been a lot better at comforting you than she would be, but then you continued, “you… died in it, and i got really scared…”

she couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the notion and reached out to brush your hair out of the way to get a better look at your pretty face in the dim light, “you don’t have to be scared for me, i’m a lot tougher than i look. i don’t plan on dying anytime soon without a fight.”

“yeah… i guess so… honestly, i wish i could be more like you,” you sigh wistfully, “you’re so calm and collected even in a hellhole like this, i don’t know how you do it…”

“well, it helps to have a good friend like you by my side…” a good friend she calls you, though it carries a positive meaning, feels a bit bitter on her tongue when spoken. you were supposed to be an ally and nothing more, someone whom she looks out for in exchange for the same, and yet she finds herself wishing for more— wishing to hold you tightly in her arms with promises you’ll both make it out together. to call you a girlfriend would be much sweeter.

but all she can do is exist in the same space with you, pat your head, and tell you to sleep since you’ll need all the energy you can get for the next day. you fall before she does, shaky breathing slowly falling steady, and she continues to stay awake, staring at your slightly chapped lips through half-lidded eyes wishing to kiss them.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Same anon who gave the 5 ideas here.

I'm so happy you loved my ideas I'm so happy!🥹 (I feel a bit anxious about asking, I'm not good at social media cues so I normally just read in silence)

I do have some more ideas that I didn't want to put so my post will not be too long. And I want to share them with you.

1. (I don't know if I gave that one yet or not) Reader and their friend (s) being game development studio. it'll also make sense because Reader knows how to code and hack and because they know psychology, that will help them develop great characters and storylines that will touch people hearts in both good and bad ways.

2. If the Reader ended up teaching their friend to code and hack (especially hack) that will show a great deal of trust in them because in reality hackers don't trust each other and it's hard to make a hacker teach you hacking.

3. (Connected to 1) The first game reader and their studio made was bad (but the idea of it was good) because they were just training and trying and decided to let the world see it and judge, criticize, give advice. They even asked for advice on how to make games in the first place and it ended up with some cyberbullying, but more people given a lot of advice, from other game developers, authors, artists, and every random stranger on the internet you can find, Some were from the Batfam. The studio listened and made the game great in the end, making it one of the most downloaded games. And one of the biggest reasons is the fact that people love having a part in making something, it makes them feel connected to that thing. (Maybe that was the reader's idea using the knowledgeable psychology.) imagine the reader seeing Tim praising their game to one of the bat siblings not knowing that one of its makers are living with him. Imagine when he finds out.

4. When Alfred notes that reader doesn't seem to be chasing the families approval anymore and seems to find their peace of mind and healing he feels happy for them, because them being happy makes his job easier and he still cares about them somehow (even when they are at the bottom of his list of priorities).

5. I don't know if the reader will move out or not but imagine if the family of the friend help them move out, get a job if they don't have one? move to college?

6. Imagine the Batfam finding out that the reader spends every holiday and occasion one should spend with their family with the family of their friend for years apon years. Imagine them breaking into the house of the family of the friend and finding so many family pictures with Reader in them were either seem to fit in perfectly like this is the true family. Finding they almost have no picks with Reader, and even the only family photo reader was in with the Batfam, the reader is there at the corner, with some space between them and the batfam.

7. About the funeral of the father friend of the reader. Imagine the reader talking about the father stepping in the shoes their own father refused to step in. How he did teach them every single thing a father is supposed to teach his child, and more. And how even though this man is not their father by blood he is their father in every other way and no one can replace his place in their heart.

Thank you for reading I hope it's not that long

And can I be known as "anon 🌞"?

Ahhhh 🌞anon tysm for sharing more of your brilliant ideas! Like i said i love hearing from my readers whether its good or bad things because i know i can always improve and add onto my original idea and Jesus you don’t disappoint. thank you for another set of amazing ideas! Honestly don't be afraid to send in any kind of ask (though i do know its easer said than done😅).

This totally makes sense and its a really good idea! I'd love to include this in my story but if it doesn't fit i can always write another fic later with this plotline.

This is really smart i never thought of it that way. You're so clever!

This is very detailed, I've said this to 🍰anon but you should definitely consider writing this! I'd love to write my version of your concept but you know the concept better than me and I'd totally read your idea! If you still want I can still write it for you after i finish my main fic!

This is a good perspective on reader and Alfred's relationship but I already have something in mind. thank you for sharing though!

Wow are you a mind reader or am i just that predictable😅. I was actually planning on doing this so good on you for figuring it out!

OMG as always you have such good angst ideas! I love the idea of the Batfam being jealous of friend's family.😂

Ahhh you did it again! I absolutely love this idea! Again if you don't mind I'll probably use it.

Don't you worry about the length of your asks I love your ideas! Feel free to ask anything 🌞anon have a good day/night!

[rmytears]

UNSHAKABLE. calex one shot.

summary: in which alex makes a new friend, madison, causing casey to feel insecure, but olivia is calex stan.

Casey Novak was no stranger to insecurity, but this was something new. Across the room, Alex was laughing. That wasn’t unusual; Alex’s laugh was as warm and rare as sunlight breaking through storm clouds. But it wasn’t Casey who’d drawn it out this time—it was Madison. Madison King, with her designer wardrobe and razor-sharp wit, had arrived on the Manhattan legal scene like a hurricane, and now she seemed intent on making landfall right in Casey’s life.

“Alex, you have such a sharp mind. I don’t know how you keep all those facts straight in your head,” Madison was saying, leaning slightly toward Alex as if the two of them were the only people in the room. “Honestly, I’m in awe.”

Alex gave her a polite smile, the kind she reserved for strangers she hadn’t quite figured out yet. “It’s all about organization. And coffee,” Alex quipped. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

Casey’s stomach twisted. Madison’s laugh was too loud, too deliberate, like she wanted the entire bullpen to hear it. Casey bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to look down at her notes. She had a closing argument to prepare, and she wasn’t about to let Madison’s theatrics derail her focus.

But then Madison’s voice cut through the air again, this time sharper. “I don’t know how you do it, Alex, especially with… well, some of the challenges you must face.” She glanced pointedly in Casey’s direction.

Casey froze, her pen hovering above the paper. She didn’t look up, but she could feel the weight of Madison’s words pressing down on her. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Alex, to her credit, didn’t take the bait. “Challenges come with the territory,” she said smoothly. “But I’m lucky to have a great team.” Her eyes flicked briefly to Casey, but Madison shifted her body slightly, blocking the line of sight.

“Sure,” Madison said, her tone dripping with faux sympathy. “I mean, some people might not be cut out for the pressure, but you? You’re unshakable. It’s inspiring, really.”

Casey’s jaw tightened. She wanted to stand up, to say something—anything—but what could she say? That Madison was being passive-aggressive? That she was deliberately trying to make her look small? No one else seemed to notice, and Casey wasn’t about to be the paranoid girlfriend who made a scene.

Olivia Benson, however, was watching. From her desk across the room, the SVU detective’s sharp eyes flicked between Alex, Madison, and Casey. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

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Olivia had suggested the outing—well, more like insisted on it. “We could all use a break,” she’d said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And besides, it’ll be fun. Madison should come too, right?”

Casey had wanted to say no, but Alex had agreed before she could object. Now they were all crammed into a booth at Forlini’s, the air thick with the scent of marinara and the low hum of conversation. Madison had taken the seat next to Alex, of course, leaving Casey wedged awkwardly at the far end of the booth.

“Alex, you have to tell me about that fraud case you worked on last year,” Madison was saying, her hand resting lightly on Alex’s arm. “I read about it in the Times. It was brilliant.”

Casey sipped her wine, trying to ignore the way Madison’s fingers lingered a little too long. Olivia caught her eye from across the table and raised an eyebrow. Casey gave a small shake of her head, silently pleading with her friend not to make a scene.

But Olivia wasn’t one to let things slide. “You know, Madison,” she said casually, leaning forward, “Casey worked on that case too. She was the one who found the key piece of evidence, wasn’t she, Alex?”

Alex blinked, her attention finally shifting away from Madison. “That’s right,” she said, her voice warm with pride. “Casey’s the one who connected the dots. The case would’ve fallen apart without her.”

Madison’s smile faltered for just a moment before she recovered. “Oh, of course. That must’ve been… rewarding for you, Casey.” Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the underlying condescension was unmistakable.

Casey forced a tight smile. “It was. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

Madison laughed, a little too loudly. “Absolutely. Though some of us are better at it than others.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “You’re right about that,” she said coolly. “Some people really know how to support their team.”

Alex frowned, glancing between Olivia and Madison. “What’s going on here?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

Olivia leaned back in her seat, her expression calm but pointed. “Nothing. Just making sure everyone’s on the same page.”

The evening wore on, and Alex began to notice things she hadn’t before. The way Madison’s compliments often came with a sharp edge. The way she interrupted Casey or dismissed her contributions. The way Casey’s shoulders tensed every time Madison spoke.

By the time the check arrived, Alex had had enough. She stood abruptly, pulling on her coat. “Casey, can I talk to you for a second?” she asked, her voice firm.

Casey looked startled but nodded, following Alex out onto the sidewalk. The cold January air bit at their skin, but Alex didn’t seem to notice. She turned to face Casey, her blue eyes filled with concern.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Alex asked, her voice low.

“About what?” Casey replied, crossing her arms against the chill. “Madison? It’s nothing. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“It’s not nothing,” Alex said, her tone fierce. “She’s been undermining you all night, and I didn’t see it until Olivia pointed it out. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should’ve noticed sooner.”

Casey’s eyes softened. “It’s okay. I just… I didn’t want to seem insecure. She’s your friend, and I didn’t want to be that girlfriend.”

Alex stepped closer, her hands finding Casey’s. “You’re not ‘that girlfriend.’ You’re my girlfriend. And if someone’s making you uncomfortable, that’s a problem. Madison doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”

Casey looked down at their joined hands, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks, Alex.”

Alex leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Casey’s forehead. “No more Madison,” she murmured. “I promise.”

From the doorway of the bar, Olivia watched them with a satisfied smirk. “About time,” she muttered, turning back to the table where Madison sat alone, her expression sour. Olivia slid into the booth and raised her glass. “Looks like your plan didn’t work out, huh?”

Madison bristled, but Olivia just grinned. “Welcome to Manhattan, sweetheart. Better luck next time.”

[wendichester]

is it okay if I request a sam x reader where sam is secretly in love with you but reader is dating dean and music and personality wise reader is a lot more like sam?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ happier,

summary. maybe you've picked the wrong brother. sam thinks so.

pairing. unrequited lover!sam winchester x reader ft. dean winchester

wordcount. 662

notes. this honestly broke my heart a little. i am not okay ˙◠˙

The bunker’s library is dimly lit, the warm glow of a desk lamp casting shadows across Sam’s face as he flips through an old book. The faint sound of your favorite song hums from the kitchen, where Dean is cooking—or attempting to. Sam knows you must have convinced him to play it.

He doesn’t look up when you walk in, but he knows it’s you. Your scent—something faintly floral and sweet—fills the room before you even say a word. You’re always here, hanging around Dean, but it’s Sam you seem to click with when it comes to conversation, music, and shared interests. You’re like him, and it’s something he tries to bury deep down.

“Hey, Sammy,” you say, plopping down in the chair across from him with a grin.

Sam’s heart skips a beat at the nickname you’ve claimed just for him. Dean calls him “Sammy” too, but it’s different when it’s you. When it’s you, it’s softer, sweeter, like you’re letting him into a part of your world you don’t share with Dean.

“What are you working on?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning forward, your elbows on the table. Your loose flannel—Sam’s flannel, lent to you during a cold night in the Impala—is unbuttoned over a tank top, your tattoos peeking from beneath the sleeves.

“Just researching,” he says, his voice carefully neutral as he slides the book toward you. “Possible lore on the hunt.”

You nod, eyes scanning the page. You’re so focused, biting your lip like you always do when you’re concentrating. It’s one of the many little things Sam has noticed about you, the small quirks that make you who you are, that make him fall a little more every day.

“You’ve got that look,” you tease, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“What look?” he asks, his voice slightly defensive.

“The ‘I’m overthinking everything and carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders’ look,” you say with a smirk.

Sam chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Guess it’s hard to hide.”

You reach across the table, your hand brushing his briefly as you slide the book back toward him. His skin burns at the contact, and he hates himself for the way his heart aches.

Dean strolls into the room then, plates of food in hand. “Dinner’s ready,” he announces, setting a plate in front of you. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple, and Sam forces himself to look away.

“Thanks, babe,” you say, smiling up at Dean. Your eyes light up when you’re with him, and Sam can’t blame Dean for falling for you. He just wishes he’d had the chance first.

As the three of you eat, you and Sam inevitably end up in your usual rhythm—talking about books, dissecting song lyrics, and trading inside jokes Dean doesn’t quite get. Dean doesn’t seem to mind; he’s used to it by now, but Sam wonders if he notices how much easier it is for you to talk to him than to Dean.

Later that night, when the bunker is quiet and Sam is alone in his room, he leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.

You’re with Dean, and Sam knows better than to get in the way. Dean’s his brother, his blood, and he’d never betray him like that. But the way you fit so easily into Sam’s world, the way you laugh at his dry humor and share his taste in music—it feels like the universe is mocking him.

He pulls out his journal, the one no one knows about, and writes down a single thought before closing it and setting it aside:

“She would be so much happier with me.”

Sam sighs, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his chair. Loving you from afar is torture, but it’s a pain he’ll endure if it means seeing you happy, even if it’s not with him.

For now, that will have to be enough.

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[spottedgardeneelstan]

romance route unlocked!

based on this post, which seemed like an interaction shen jiu would have

[ssreeder]

Hi, I sent an ask like 5 minutes ago but I'm not sure if it went through for certain reasons so if it did just ignore that,

I love your fic so much. One of my favourite things is the authors note, I love hearing your rambles and thought processes behind certain scenes,

And JEE💖💖

The jee lovers in the fandom are small but dedicated, I love that man.

Any situation of an older man reluctantly and unknowingly adopting a child they hate and growing soft for them I love, I could ramble on for hours about certain headcanons I have regarding jee and zuko for hours, I need more of them (AND HIM AND BATO (please don't kill them i need AT LEAST 1 queer couple to be happy in this fic🙏🙏))

Also another thing, I do fanart and I really want to do art for this fic but I have no idea which scene to do, is there any specific ones you would want art of?

HI HI HI HI HIIII!!

I didn’t get your five minute ago ask but I got this one!! ahhhhhh my shameful authors notes haha I am very unhinged in there, I think I black out and rub my face in the keyboard honestly.

JEE LOVERS UNITED WE STAND!!!! I adore his dislike of both zuko & sokka in the beginning and now he’s falling hard for sokkas uncle and has pretty much said if anything happens to these kids I’ll burn this bitch to the ground. Unfortunately, Jees situation is going to get a bit more complicated he just doesn’t realize it yet haha.

THERE IS A HAPPY QUEER COUPLE! *gestures at liab zuko* I mean they’re happy like…. some of the time haha. Ok ok I see your point but no promises because you know when I start blowing shit up in liab I can get a little crazy :D mwahahaha.

FAN ART FOR ME?!1?27,771!37/&/ YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME FERAL!!! ahhhhh honestly idk how to pick scenes im so bad at it i dont know what to choose but if you did wanna draw any scenes maybe any from ITF? Your fave or ones scenes you liked idk that’s my suggestion lol.

thanks for this amazing ask you’re a beautiful human thank you!

[queereclair]

One note and I’ll show you all my new pet mice

[florencechase]

Probably not the most exciting thing he’s read but it’s currently the only one I’ve tried to identify, but the book he’s reading at the beginning of 1x06 is Love’s Coming-Of-Age: A Series of Papers on the Relations of the Sexes by Edward Carpenter, a gay author who was the inspiration behind E.M. Forster’s Maurice (aka a criminally underrated book and also my favorite book – as a side note, I think Louis would love Maurice, it’s got a problematic main character, deals with dark themes like depression & self-loathing, and there’s a lot of religion and religious symbolism though maybe not in the way you would expect. It’s an absolutely beautiful piece of queer literature and it still blows my mind that it was written in 1913 and they do not bury their gays!). The chapter he’s reading is called Marriage: A Retrospect, and it’s kind of what you would expect it to be, an essay on why some marriages fail and others don’t, and while I haven’t read the full thing because I’ve been really busy with uni lately I’ve read part of it and there were already so many things that made so much sense for Loustat at this point in the storyline, or rather how Louis views the relationship at this time. It mentions things like the sex obsession of one partner vs. the physical disinterest of the other (which happens with Loustat, sort of), but also monetary dependence which we also see with Lestat having to sign all of Louis’ documents because he’s not allowed to as a black man, and many other things. Honestly, props to whoever chose that book because I couldn’t imagine Louis reading a more fitting book in that scene.

need to know what louis was reading That Whole Time. girl send your goodreads

[starbuck]

“You Don’t Like Me” is one of the songs of all time for being about someone who is insecure that the person they like likes THE MORNING more than them.

[kkoiishii]

so uh

rant in tags

@speeeeeb includes updates abt lapfox fusions!!!1!11!

@grapefanta8669 also monster kokichi art is coming soon!!!1!1! :3

[seilon]

I should learn tagalog just to really completely confuse white people about my race

[soleilapproves]

Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you don’t care about marriage because you think he’s over it.

Note: this one has no smut but it has mentions of sex and sexual relations so interact at your own discretion.

Masterlist

“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.

It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.

“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“

“I’m 37, love”

“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree,” you said before taking a bite out of your burger.

Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.

“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”

“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.

His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.

He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.

“You—“ peck “—are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”

Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.

With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.

What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.

In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasn’t religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.

[sunlightfeeling]

god i forgot how much i liked that cohost hid a lot of metrics…

(much ranting in the tags…)

[feyburner]

I ??? woke up at 3am with this scene fully written in my mind palace and quickly jotted it down in the Notes app

*

Clark’s shaking his head before he realizes he’s doing it, and feels a twinge of embarrassment at his own bad manners when Bruce stops mid-word to look at him, brows raised.

“No?” he says.

“No,” Clark says, again without thinking, and again with the reflexive urge to apologize. Somewhere his mother is tutting without knowing why. But he doesn’t apologize, because he’s already saying, “No, it can’t—it can’t be that.”

“Okay,” Bruce says slowly. “Can you elaborate?”

He is, honestly, having trouble taking his eyes off the screen. The mockup design of his new suit is there, dark and sleek, ridged like tactical gear. The blue is like the last shade of evening before you can’t call it evening anymore, the color of nine PM in Kansas in July, so exact there’s a strong chance Bruce color-picked it from a photo. The yellow accents are the cool fluorescent yellow-green of lightning bugs. The red is dark as arterial blood. Every aspect of the suit has been updated—the colors deeper, the angles sharper, the S extending to the corners of its frame—but Bruce has done it without changing the fundamentals. It’s immediately recognizable as the Superman suit, just… well, a little cooler, maybe. A little more of the times. Even the tailoring is modernized. The neckline. The shape of the boots. Where the belt hits at the waist. Clark can tell just by looking that Bruce has not only spent a lot of time on this in general, he’s spent a lot of time designing it specifically with Clark in mind, Clark’s needs and preferences and the small discomforts of his current suit, things he might have mentioned offhand after a mission but never with the assumption that Bruce was listening or filing it away. No doubt the next slides of this presentation will detail all the hidden features of the new suit, and they’ll all be incredibly thoughtful if not slightly overkill, and Bruce will pretend his sole motive here was practicality and risk reduction and respond to any thanks with a curt nod.

And Clark wants to thank him. He will. It’s just.

“It can’t be… cool,” he says, inane. Bruce is watching him with that steady look that used to feel clinical, piercing, and now mostly reads as attentive. “It can’t be—like yours. Tactical, military-grade.”

“Lightyears beyond, actually.”

“It has to—Ma said once, a kid should be able to draw it with crayons. You know? I can’t look like a weapon. I have to—I want to look like a friend.”

He can feel himself flushing. It’s rare that he speaks like this, and rarer still that he does so while being stared at intently. Bruce may think of himself as the darkness, but his gaze is a spotlight: unwavering and revealing and more a little sweat-inducing, for one reason or another.

“Sometimes, when I show up, people laugh,” Clark says. “If it’s somewhere out of the way, where they haven’t seen me before. I show up and I look like a festival performer. It’ll be the worst day of their lives, and they’ve got no reason to trust my face, but when they see what I’m wearing—it goes from ‘Who are you?’ to ‘Who is this guy?’ And that’s a good thing.”

“Hard to be afraid of a man dressed in primary colors,” Bruce says, almost to himself.

“Exactly.”

“I see. Thank you,” he says, “for explaining.”

Clark tries not to show how surprised he is to hear that. Judging by the crook of Bruce’s mouth, his success is negligible. “Of course. Sorry I didn’t—I mean, thank you, obviously, for going to such trouble. I didn’t mean to come in here and—I really do appreciate it, I can tell you put a lot of work in—”

Bruce’s eyes cut away. “No. No need. I didn’t ask, before I…. It was only a first draft. If you’re amenable, I’ll incorporate your feedback into the second one.”

“Oh! Yeah. Yes, of course, but you really don’t have to—”

“If you have any further notes, I would like to hear them.”

There’s something determined in the lines of his face. Clark has the sense that this moment is important, that it’s a turning point, even if he’s not sure why. It feels like striking out into a sea of ice, a blank white expanse under which something precious and vital is hidden, has been hidden all along, just waiting for him to find it. To want to.

“Sure,” he says. He looks back at the suit and swallows, and knows Bruce will see the flicker of his throat and take some meaning from it, and wishes he knew what the meaning was. Or maybe Bruce won’t notice or read into it at all. Maybe Clark needs to calm down, in fact. “Um. I don’t want to assume, but does it… do things?”

“It does things,” Bruce confirms, after the barest pause. “Let me show you the next slide.”