#i am...not a particularly spontaneous person

[monzabee]

the cold shoulder - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: hotch’s nanny has been icing him out, he can’t figure out why!  

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 3k  

Warnings: the word shit is used like twice, silent treatment, jack is on reader’s side, clueless hotch 

Author’s Note: okay i was supposed to get out some requests tonight, but i am so sick that i can barely think, so this is my i'm sorry fic to all of you!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Ever the man of order, you know Hotch likes to have a set order in his life—and at his house. Not the military kind which would raise all the little hairs on your neck, no. But the kind where everything is set to a routine. It’s something he has asked you to implement with his son.  

It’s something you’re not particularly fond of, especially being the spontaneously chaotic person you are in Hotch’s eyes, but you suppose it provides a security blanket for Jack. Jack knows his routine well. He knows that on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, he needs to get ready for soccer practice. He knows that his homework needs to be done before 6 PM, so that he can watch some TV. And most importantly, he knows that he should be in bed by 8.30 PM, even if his father is away though he also knows that his dad will probably wake him up if he’s late just to ask him about his day, but if not, he will at least give him a goodnight kiss.  

And so, Aaron Hotchner likes order and routine. So does his son. You don’t particularly care for it, and so you decide to make it his problem. 

The house is quiet, way too quiet when Hotch makes it home. He looks at his watch to check the time—12.07 AM. He’d expect you to be watching TV in the living room or perhaps reading one of your romance novels he likes to tease you about, but you are nowhere to be found. You are not in the kitchen, or the laundry room, or anywhere else Hotch can think of other than your room. And since barging into your room to check if you are okay or not is not an option, he retreats into his own room after giving Jack a goodnight kiss. 

The next morning, however, he wonders if he’s entered an alternate universe. To start things off, Jack is giving him the cold shoulder—which is weird, considering he never does, and so are you. He watches the both of you eat your bowls of cereal and sharing Jack’s comic book. He’s telling you about the context, and what happened in an earlier issue, and you’re listening to him with your undivided attention. Secondly, you are dressed. And though Aaron Hotchner is the epitome of propriety, he is also a man. A man, who has seen you in your dressing gown every morning since you’ve started working for him. Hotch stares for a moment longer than he should. He’s not used to seeing you like this first thing in the morning—fully dressed, hair done, looking like you’re ready to walk out the door instead of lounging in your usual dressing gown, making coffee while teasing him about his stern morning face. It’s unsettling. 

Hotch clears his throat, setting his coffee mug down a little louder than necessary. Neither of you look up. Jack continues flipping through the pages, explaining every little detail to you in a way that makes Hotch’s heart soften—except for the fact that it’s usually him Jack tells these things to. 

He watches as you nod along, smiling at Jack’s enthusiastic explanations. “That’s pretty cool, buddy,” you say, ruffling his hair. “But what about this guy? He looks kind of shady.” 

“Oh, he is,” Jack replies seriously, turning another page. “But he’s not really a bad guy, just misunderstood.” 

Hotch raises an eyebrow. How ironic. “Jack,” Hotch tries again, keeping his voice even. “You almost ready for school?” 

Jack hums, not looking up. “Yep.” A pause. No ‘good morning, Daddy.’ No excited chatter about his day. Just ‘yep’. Hotch’s brows furrow. His gaze shifts to you, but you’re not even pretending to acknowledge his presence. He takes another sip of coffee, his mind scanning over the last few days. Had he done something? Forgotten something?  

It must be obvious that he’s staring because you finally glance up, meeting his eyes for the briefest second before turning your attention back to Jack. Jack, who after a moment of silence mutters, “Actually, I want Y/N to take me to school today.” He turns to you, puppy eyes in full effect, “Can you?” 

Oh, this is definitely intentional. 

“Sure thing, Jack.” You agree, still not throwing even a single glance at Hotch’s direction.  

Hotch’s jaw tightens, though he keeps his expression neutral. He may be an expert in profiling, but even without any specialized training, it’s painfully clear that both his son and his nanny are icing him out on purpose. And the worst part? He still doesn’t know why. 

He exhales slowly, placing his mug down on the counter with deliberate patience. “Jack,” he starts, keeping his voice measured, “I always take you to school.” 

Jack shrugs, flipping another page in his comic. “I want Y/N to take me today, she already said she would, so there shouldn’t be any problem,” he says simply, as if that explains everything. 

Hotch’s gaze flickers between you and his son, trying to piece together the silent rebellion unfolding before him. Jack’s stubborn set of his jaw, the way you won’t even look at him—it’s all too methodical, too intentional. He’s spent years interrogating criminals and reading between the lines, and right now, the message is loud and clear: He messed up. 

But how? 

Jack suddenly slides off his chair, grabbing his backpack from the floor. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” he announces, running off toward the bathroom. 

Now it’s just the two of you. 

Hotch waits a beat, watching as you casually continue eating your cereal like you haven’t been icing him out since last night. “Did I do something?” he finally asks. 

You don’t look up. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

Hotch exhales sharply, setting his mug down again. “I would like to know, actually.” 

“Hmm.” You tilt your head, as if considering it. “Too bad.” 

Hotch narrows his eyes slightly. “Y/N.” 

You finally look up at him, expression neutral. “Aaron.” 

The way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, and not in the way it usually does. He’s used to your teasing, even occasional flirting that he so indulgently returns sometimes. But right now, your voice is cold, and even uncaring. “I get the feeling I’m in trouble,” he says slowly, carefully. 

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Wow, you are a profiler.” 

Hotch presses his lips into a thin line, his patience thinning. He watches as you get out of your place and bring both bowls to the sink. Hotch crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. “So you are punishing me.” 

You shrug, still not looking at him. “I just think it’s funny.” 

His eyes narrow slightly. “Funny how?” 

You hum thoughtfully, finally shutting off the faucet and drying your hands. “Oh, nothing. Just funny.” You glance over at Jack in the other room, then back at Hotch, a ghost of a smirk on your lips. “You’ll figure it out.” 

That is not what he wants to hear. “Y/N—” 

Jack comes bounding back into the kitchen before he can press further, swinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Ready!” 

“Let’s hit the road then,” you say, ruffling his hair before grabbing your keys. 

Hotch watches as Jack slips past him without so much as a goodbye, the silent treatment continuing in full force. He clenches his jaw, resisting the urge to call his son back. Instead, his gaze flickers back to you. You offer him a parting smile—sweet, smug, and just a little too satisfied. And just like that, you and Jack are out the door, leaving Hotch standing alone in his own kitchen, frustration brewing. 

He hates not knowing. But one thing is certain. 

He messed up. And now he has to figure out how. 

After a long day of paperwork, and Dave’s unrelenting teasing, he is glad to be back at home. Though after what happened earlier in the day, he is still frustrated because he is nowhere close to figuring out what he has done wrong to warrant a cold shoulder from not only his son, but also you. He’s not used to feeling like a stranger in his own house, but that’s exactly how he feels right now. 

Jack’s school bag is tossed on the living room couch, and the TV is playing some old movie on low, the sound barely reaching him. He doesn’t see you at first, but then he hears the soft sound of your voice from the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment at the doorway, just watching. You’re standing with your back to him, rinsing out a mug, the gentle sound of water filling the quiet space between you as you continue talking to Jack about his day. He is standing on a step stool next to you, dutifully drying the items you place onto the drying rack. 

You don’t turn around when you hear his footsteps, but the smallest shift in your posture tells him that you’re aware of him. Jack, at least acknowledges him by giving him a shy smile, but then he silently giggles as he hides his face on your shoulder. 

“I thought you’d still be working,” you say, your tone casual, but there’s an edge to it that makes him bristle slightly. 

“I finished up early,” Hotch replies, his voice coming out flat despite his best attempt at sounding normal. He steps further into the kitchen, watching you carefully, trying to gauge the situation, but you continue washing the dishes as if he hasn’t just walked in after a long day.  

You let out an acknowledging hum, turning to Jack as you mumble, “Why don’t you wash your hand before dinner, buddy?” 

Hotch’s eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t say anything as you continue to direct Jack through the small tasks of getting ready for dinner. It’s clear that you’re not rushing to acknowledge him, and it’s starting to gnaw at him. He’s trying to keep his frustration in check, but the silence between you two, the distance, is apparent. 

Jack obediently hops off the step stool, his little feet padding across the floor toward the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. The sound of running water follows Jack’s footsteps, but neither of you move. Hotch clears his throat, trying to shake off the unease that’s settling deeper into his chest. “I’ve been thinking about this morning.” 

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you place a dish into the drying rack, your movements deliberate, a little slower than usual, as if giving yourself time to consider how you want to react. Finally, you turn to face him, but your eyes don’t quite meet his. They flicker just past him, the tension between you two growing thicker. 

“I’m sure you have,” you say, your voice now cooler than it was earlier that morning. 

“Have I done something wrong?” He asks, the frustration he’s been bottling up all day creeping into his voice. “Are you mad at me?” 

You take a step back, leaning against the counter, arms crossed loosely over your chest.  “I don’t know, did you do something to make me mad?” You ask, confusing him even further. “Because then, I am. But if you didn’t I am not.” 

“I... didn’t?” He says, though it comes out more as a question, rather than the answer you are looking for. 

“Then I am not mad, Mister Hotchner.” You turn back, moving along the counter to focus on attention on the salad you’re making, but he hears the faint words you murmur under your breath.  

Grump. 

Hotch exhales through his nose, pressing his lips into a tight line. This is getting ridiculous. He’s interrogated criminals with less patience than this, and yet, here he is, standing in his own kitchen, being toyed with like a rookie. “You’re punishing me,” he states. It’s not a question. 

You barely react, slicing a cucumber with precise, measured movements. “Am I?” 

“Yes,” he says firmly. “And I still don’t know why.” 

You hum, noncommittal. “That sounds like a you problem, boss.” 

Not ‘Boss Man’. Not ‘Mister Hotchner’. Boss.  

Hotch narrows his eyes. Oh, you’re enjoying this. That little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, it’s subtle, but it’s there. You want him to figure it out, to put the pieces together like one of his cases. But unlike his cases, he doesn’t have evidence to go off of, just silence, side-eyes, and Jack’s very deliberate allegiance to your cause. He thinks back to the last few days, replaying conversations, interactions—anything that might have set this in motion. But nothing stands out. 

“What did I do?” he asks again, voice lower now, controlled but edged with frustration. 

You finally look at him, really look at him, and for a split second, he thinks you might crack. But instead, you shake your head with a soft, almost pitying sigh. “I expected more from you.” 

Ouch. That lands harder than it should. He doesn’t know why, but it does. 

Before he can press further, Jack’s footsteps echo back into the kitchen, and just like that, the moment is gone. “Can I help with anything else?” Jack asks, grinning up at you. 

“Nope, we’re all set, buddy,” you reply, ruffling his hair. “Let’s get dinner on the table.” 

Hotch clenches his jaw, watching as Jack pulls out plates and hands them to you, watching as you smile at his son while still barely acknowledging his presence. He watches the two of you chat jovially over dinner about your day. He can’t figure out what he did, and he can’t get answers from either of you—it's ridiculous. He’s interrogated grown people, hardened criminals, the worst of humankind, actual serial killers, yet he’s defeated by his son and nanny.  

Hotch spends the rest of dinner in frustrated silence, chewing over the events of the past day like a case file he just can’t crack. You and Jack chat like normal—well, mostly normal, considering that ‘normal’ would typically include him. But tonight, it's like he’s on the outside looking in. 

And he hates it. 

After dinner, Jack clears his plate without being asked and, for the first time in a long time, doesn’t ask his dad to help him brush his teeth. Instead, he turns to you. “Y/N, can you help me get ready for bed?” 

Hotch doesn’t miss the deliberate way his son avoids looking at him. The kid is committed. “Of course, buddy, I’ll come up,” you reply, sending Hotch a quick glance, one that carries the unmistakable glint of you still don’t get it, do you? before you follow Jack up the stairs. 

Hotch exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. The interrogation tactics continue. Fine. He collects the dishes, rinsing them with the efficiency of a man who needs to do something with his hands, all while replaying every interaction he’s had with you and Jack over the past twenty-four hours. 

And then it hits him. 

The cookies. 

More specifically, the cookie disaster. Last night, you and Jack had decided to bake cookies. From scratch. A seemingly innocent activity, except it had unfolded like an organized crime scene—flour dusted over the counters, chocolate chips everywhere, and Jack, laughing the entire time as he got more ingredients on himself than in the mixing bowl. 

And Hotch… had not been amused. 

He had walked into the kitchen, exhausted from case reports, only to find his once-pristine space looking like a sugar-fueled tornado had torn through it. He’d sighed, run a hand through his hair, and muttered something about how some people actually like having a clean kitchen. 

Jack had immediately looked guilty. You, on the other hand, had raised an eyebrow and said, “Some people actually like to have fun, too.” 

And that was it. No yelling, no actual scolding—just Hotch being the grumpy, tired, neat-freak dad, accidentally dampening the excitement of a six-year-old and the very fun nanny who was clearly keeping score. Hotch exhales through his nose, pressing his lips into a thin line. Well. That explains this little rebellion. 

Later that night, when the house is quiet, he finds you downstairs in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone as you sip from your usual mug. You don’t acknowledge him when he walks in. 

That’s fine. He has a plan. 

Wordlessly, Hotch reaches up to the highest cabinet, where Jack can’t reach, and pulls down a Tupperware container. He sets it on the counter with a quiet thud before popping off the lid. 

Inside are the cookies from last night. The ones he had, admittedly, grumbled about. The ones Jack had been so excited to make. The ones you had deliberately left untouched on the counter after dinner. 

You finally glance at him, unimpressed. 

Hotch picks up a cookie, inspecting it like he’s analyzing evidence. Then, he takes a slow, deliberate bite. And—okay. They’re good. Not just edible, but actually really good. But that’s not the point. 

He chews, swallows, then, without looking at you, he mutters, “Best cookies I’ve ever had.” 

There’s a beat of silence. Then—  

“You’re full of shit.” He hides his smirk behind another bite. “You’re so full of shit,” you repeat, but your voice is lighter now. 

“Language,” he murmurs, which only makes you roll your eyes. But then, finally, you smile. It’s small, but it’s there. A crack in the ice. A sign that the war is almost over. Hotch picks up another cookie, handing it to you. You hesitate for a second, then take it. “So…" he starts, feigning innocence, "does this mean you’ll stop weaponizing my own child against me?” 

You take a slow bite, considering. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You shrug, chewing thoughtfully. “Depends.” 

"On?" 

You tilt your head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “On whether or not you help clean next time.” You pause for a second, “And you have to apologize to Jack, too.” 

Hotch exhales a laugh, shaking his head as he leans back against the counter. “Done.” 

You smirk, holding up your cookie in mock cheers. "Then I suppose I could forgive you, Mister Hotchner." 

The war is over.  

For now. 

[darlingdaisyfarm]

｡°✩ for academic purposes only .ᐟ.ᐟ

Every month Ford experiences the same cycle: scientific curiosity, self-restraint and complete obliteration. He should’ve known better

tags: nsfw, Ford Pines aka uterus researcher, established relationship, nerdy Ford, periods, cycle, journaling, mentions of sex, period sex, breeding kink if u squint, Ford's notes

i would like to personally thank the female reproductive system bc this is the only reason this fic exists

JOURNAL ENTRY — CYCLE ANALYSIS BY DR. STANFORD F. PINES, PH.D. (MULTIPLE FIELDS), AUTHOR OF JOURNALS 1, 2 AND 3, MAN OF SCIENCE, CURRENTLY IN AN INCREDIBLY GRATIFYING AND SCIENTIFICALLY ENLIGHTENING RELATIONSHIP.

SUBJECT: (your name), hereafter referred to as my darling, my sweetheart, my love, my starlight (edit later, leave for now), follows a standard 28-day cycle, but their body’s response to each stage is something i cannot help but study with rapt fascination

STUDY FOCUS: menstrual cycle behavioural & physiological analysis (personal, HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL!!!)

OBSERVATIONAL PERIOD: (start date - present)

FOR SCIENCE & DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED

INTRODUCTION:

oh, my starlight, if you ever find this... i am a dead man. but in the interest of science (and, let’s be honest, my own hopeless fascination with you), i must document this properly. perhaps i should hide it somewhere impenetrable, but then again, i do enjoy re-reading my notes and recalling particularly... captivating instances. must deliberate further.

the goal of this entry? to analyse, in the most thorough and detailed manner possible, the profound effects of your cycle, particularly your most intimate needs and behaviours!

(personal note: this is entirely scientific. definitely. well. mostly. fine, i just want to remember every last detail of you and the way you change through each phase, but can you blame me? you are the most enthralling subject i have ever studied.)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that i, Stanford Filbrick Pines, have been fortunate enough to conduct one of the most fascinating, perplexing and occasionally overwhelming studies of my entire academic career. This, of course, refers to the ongoing, deeply personal and intensively hands-on analysis of my partner's menstrual cycle and its profound effects on both their physiology and our shared... extracurricular activities.

(hands-on research is, naturally, a critical aspect of any thorough investigation. i am, above all, a diligent scientist.)

HYPOTHESIS: her cycle influences not only her physiological state but our shared activities in ways that, if charted correctly, could allow for optimal... performance calibration.

(note: i should really not phrase it like that. sounds terribly perverse. i am a scientist, not a deranged old man. though, considering my reaction to certain phases of this cycle i fear i may be both)

PHASE ONE: FOLLICULAR (DAYS 1-14, PRE-OVULATION)

The luteinizing hormone (lh) surge initiates ovulation and its effects on behaviour are undeniable.

PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• Estrogen levels increase, this means brighter eyes and faster speech. Energy levels rise noticeably, leading to an increase in spontaneous affectionate behavior as hand-holding, lap-sitting, casual nudity. I am holding myself together. barely

• Playful disposition increases, resulting in (very welcome) teasing remarks, touches, and moments of flirtation.

• My sweetheart is adorable, she moves so much. Paces while talking, gestures wildly, kisses me mid-sentence before running off to do something else.

(PERSONAL NOTE: My partner's thighs. have i ever properly documented my fascination with them? i should dedicate a separate entry. but her thighs during this phase are soft and firm, strong but yielding. When she wraps them around my waist, i momentarily lose my ability to process coherent thought.)

Arousal is present but manageable. My love enjoys teasing, initiating long, drawn-out foreplay, but not rushing into things. A preference for languid, exploratory touches, lazy morning sex where she can take her time riding me while still half-asleep.

PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIORAL NOTES:

• Tends to straddle me while talking, seemingly unaware of its effects. (This is a problem, i cannot concentrate.)

• Kisses are more playful than desperate.

• Lower cervix position = deeper penetration is easier, but subject’s own preference leans toward grinding rather than thrusting.

Overall: delightful Somewhat distracting, but so attractive.

PHASE TWO: OVULATORY PHASE (DAYS 14–17, PEAK FERTILITY)

PERSONAL NOTE: Oh. Oh no. Oh yes.

I am a mere man, defenseless against these biochemical weapons of seduction.

PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• touch frequency escalates, subject initiates physical contact at a staggering (and frankly overwhelming) rate, often in seemingly innocuous ways that, due to my unfortunate hypersensitivity to her presence, result in considerable mental derailment.

• spontaneous arousal occurrences, seemingly triggered by voice depth, prolonged eye contact or even minor dominance cues

• her behaviour changes entirely. she becomes insatiable. restless. demanding.

• physical responsiveness is heightened, tactile stimulation along the spine, lower abdomen or inner thighs elicits a near-instantaneous shivering reaction.

• specific positional preferences emerge:

deep, cervix-targeting angles become more desirable, despite previous sensitivities.

• my darling climbs onto my lap, straddles me, kisses me until i can no longer form coherent thoughts. (note: i have, on three separate occasions, nearly dropped whatever i was holding due to this. once, it was coffee. another time, a priceless extraterrestrial artefact. the third time, my own dignity.)

PERSONAL NOTE: i find myself gravitating toward her like a man under some primitive compulsion.

PERSONAL NOTE: she told me, quite bluntly, that she “needs to feel me ruin her“ and then proceeded to climb into my lap and grind against me until i blacked out momentarily. truly, i have never been more in love.

OBSERVABLE SIGNS OF OVULATION:

• skin luminescence enhancement (note: skin is glowing. literally. did i hallucinate that? no. confirmed under direct lighting. biologically unfair!)

• heightened blood circulation leads to noticeably rosier cheeks, increased nipple sensitivity and a subtle but consistent warmth in the lower abdominal region.

• cervix sits higher, softens significantly; vaginal walls remain in a persistent state of involuntary contraction. arousal response time is astoundingly low, mere seconds of stimulation elicit immediate lubrication. (note: nearly passed out the first time i confirmed this.)

• body appears primed for contact; she leans into touch more, presses against me absentmindedly, makes these little “ah” whimpering noises if i pull away. (note: this is devastatingly effective at reducing my cognitive function to near-zero.)

MORE BEHAVIOURAL OBSERVATIONS:

• heightened assertiveness (dear god.)

• sustained eye contact (i am sweating.)

• subconscious body language cues, what means increased proximity-seeking, enhanced hip sway while walking (i am so normal about this. so incredibly normal.)

• direct verbal cues. e.g. "Ford, come here. sit down. let me straddle you." (???????)

• tactile seeking: my darling cannot stop touching me. fingers constantly curled into my clothes, tracing my chest, sliding under my coat. at one point, she pressed her face against my neck, inhaled deeply and whined. (note: i lost the ability to speak for a full minute.)

• vocabulary exhibits a marked increase in expletives and breathier, higher-pitched intonations. (example: during an encounter last night, she gripped my wrist, dragged my hand between her legs, and in a very insistent tone, said: “Ford, please, please, i need you, i need your mouth, your fingers, fuck, do something“ )

MORE DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:

"Ford, if you don’t fuck me right now, i am going to lose my goddamn mind."

"I need you inside me. Now. No, i said now, why are you taking notes, oh my god—“

Unintelligible noises followed by what i can only describe as a feral growl.

PERSONAL NOTE TO SELF:

• do not attempt to maintain professional detachment. it is already lost.

• i swear, my starlight could ask me to hand over my life's work in exchange for kissing her ankle and i would do it without hesitation.

Most devastatingly, she becomes particularly receptive to deeper penetration and—

(note: pause. breathe. do not combust while writing this.)

The increased cervical softening allows for an absolutely devastating depth. She can take every inch of me, every grind against her cervix without discomfort. In fact, she moans for it! Begs for it, pulls me closer, gasping into my mouth, her nails biting into my back, telling m—

(note: take a cold shower.)

Scientifically speaking, her body is in peak condition for conception... and im fully aware of this fact, because every time she tightens around me, i—

(note: for god’s sake, Stanford, edit this later.)

EXPERIMENTAL OBSERVATION: INTERCOURSE DURING OVULATION

PERSONAL NOTE: i am not a young man but good lord.

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: i need to start doing cardiovascular training if this is going to continue.

By compellingly, sexual appetite during this phase escalates significantly. Vocalisations become more uninhibited, involuntary muscle contractions increase, lubrication levels heighten and orgasmic response is intensified.

additional note: psychological implications are equally profound. subject’s confidence peaks, decision-making speed increases, and overall emotional resilience is heightened.

my sweetheart looked in the mirror today and said she looks beautiful. so proud of my love!:)

TEST ENVIRONMENT: my bedroom

SUBJECT STATE: ovulatory phase, heightened sensory sensitivitу

FORD PINES STATE: near-critical (hypothesis: excessive arousal may cause cognitive collapse. further testing required.)

POSING & ANGLES ANALYSIS: 

BACK-ARCHED, HIPS LIFTED (MISSIONARY VARIANT)

• her legs wrap around my waist immediately, locking me in place. (potential psychological factor: subconscious desire for security??? note: must investigate further. once i regain coherent thought post-orgasm)

• verbal responses increase by 63%. (examples: "oh my god, oh my god, Ford—“ , “please, please, deeper—“,  ”you feel so fucking good—“ etc.)

• cervical pressure is heightened (noted increase in breathy whimpers + desperate fingernail digging into my back)

• direct quote: “Ford, oh my god, deeper, i can feel you in my stomach—” (instant system failure on my end.)

• notable reaction when wrists are pinned above her head triggers rapid pulse, dilated pupils, small, breathy "oh—oh, god—" sounds. (note: physically difficult to maintain composure. potential solution: don’t maintain composure at all.)

• deep penetration, cervix stimulation. position: legs over shoulders. mating press, I think it’s called? anyways. EFFECT: immediate physiological surrender. my darling trembles, clutches at my arms, lets out a breathless, high-pitched little whines and, frankly, i nearly black out from how tight she gets. (note: jesus Ford.)

FACESITTING (I am a ruined man.)

• her hands in my hair, breathy little moans every time my tongue moves. (note: muscle control significantly reduced. fascinating!!)

• grip on my hair tightens when i lap at her clit. (involuntary response: bucking forward. possibly subconscious attempt at deeper pressure?)

• when i grab her waist and press her down harder, she makes this high and loud moan. (note: if i were a weaker man, i would be dead now)

STRADDLING, HIPS ROLLED FORWARD (COWGIRL VARIANT)

• optimal clitoral stimulation (highly enjoyable for both parties)

• direct quote: “Just—just let me use you, okay?”

ON HER SIDE, LEG HOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER 

• deep angle, excessive wetness and overwhelming intimacy

• one of our favourite 

• direct quote: “mmh, feels so good like this—so full.” (i nearly perished.)

BACKSHOT POSITION (EXTENDED DEEP-PENETRATION STUDY):

• initial hypothesis: deeper angle = greater cervical stimulation = heightened pleasure response

• confirmed within seconds. (note: DEAR GOD)

• subject reaction was immediate, sharp gasp upon first thrust. “f—fuck, Ford—ahh, god, right there—” (approx. 5 seconds in.)

“harder—please, please, deeper—“ (approx. 10 seconds in.)

loss of verbal coherence entirely (approx. 20 seconds in.)

• secondary observation: gripping her hips tighter makes her whimper. lifting her slightly higher makes her sob. both are important scientific findings!!

CERVICAL & WOMB-BASED RESPONSES:

• during ovulation, cervix sits higher and softens.

hypothesis: so subject can take deeper penetration with heightened pleasure rather than discomfort!

• confirmed within minutes. (note: will require many, many additional tests.)

• increased suction effect!! vaginal walls clench rhythmically, pulling me deeper. (note: brain ceased function entirely.)

• post-orgasm aftershocks. body remains hypersensitive, resulting in continued involuntary clenching even after climax

ADDITIONAL PHENOMENA:

• reduced patience for direct verbal requests for “breeding,” “filling,” “stuffing,” and other absolutely ruinous terminology.

• noteworthy psychological change. my darling displays an urgent need for full mating contact, requesting (or rather, insisting) that i “stay inside her” for extended periods following climax.

• direct cervical stimulation leads to involuntary whimpering, eye rolling, toe-curling and full-body tremors.

• personal weakness: gasping "right there, right there, right there" when i find the precise angle.

• frequent biting. of me. everywhere. lip marks on my neck, my lips, collarbone. teeth sinking into my shoulder while she’s clenching around me. (i am barely holding myself together.)

• if whispered praise is added (e.g., "you’re so good for me, sweetheart. taking me so perfectly."), subject exhibits full-body shudder and involuntary clenching.

DAY 15. ovulatory window confirmed. direct quote: “Ford, darling, put a baby in me.”........

oh. oh no. at that moment, i momentarily lost all ability to form rational thought. my cognitive processes flatlined. my only active function was a reaction i cannot, in good conscience, document further.

DIRECT RESPONSE (APPROXIMATE, AS MEMORY WAS COMPROMISED): incoherent groan and desperate, feral sort of growl.

PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPACT AFTER INTIMATE INTERCOURSE

• my sweetheart exhibits increased need for physical closeness, wrapping arms around me, nuzzling against my chest, making small, satisfied sounds

• ..... notably, i appear to be suffering the same symptoms

CLIMAX ANALYSIS (Stanford its 4 am, go to slee-)

• observable full-body tremors. internal muscular spasms. impossible to quantify pleasure levels. scale is inadequate.

• immediate cognitive dysfunction:

post-ejaculation speech delay (~12 seconds).

• loss of motor function (i collapse.)

• mild dissociation... ("did that happen in real life or was that an interdimensional hallucination?")

my partner's response: laughter and lots of kisses to my jaw and cheeks

PHASE THREE: LUTEAL PHASE (DAYS 17–28, PRE MENSTRUAL)

my darling gets so sensitive, becomes more prone to snuggling, less prone to teasing. libido fluctuates, but when it spikes, it is sudden and intense.

PERSONAL NOTE: there is nothing more arousing than her needy little whines when she pulls my hands to her chest and begs me to touch her...

NOTABLE BEHAVIOURAL PATTERNS:

• my love's body craves touch, warmth and closeness. she nuzzles into me, sighs when i wrap my arms around her. she likes to lay against my chest, my hand on her stomach, whispering soft praises

• partner exhibits heightened emotional sensitivity, cravings for both physical closeness and specific foods (namely chocolate, pickles, and, perplexingly, peanut butter straight from the jar.)

PERSONAL NOTE: she wrapped herself around me like a koala for two hours yesterday. i had work to do. i did none of it! none!

• sexual behaviour, as mentioned earlier, changes too. desire remains, but preference for gentler stimulation, extended foreplay, full-body contact. intimacy rather than urgency

• preference for slow, deep sex love making. (lengthy sessions. multiple orgasms. excessive praise.) strong desire for full-body contact. (chest to chest, fingers tangled, whispered affirmations.)

• occasional bursts of frustration where she demands to be "fucked properly" (????)

PROGESTERONE RISES, INCLUDING:

• metabolic increase when subject’s caloric intake rises; a preference for carbohydrate-dense, sodium-rich foods emerges, possibly due to fluctuating serotonin levels! (personal note: adorable little thing)

PET NAMES INTRODUCED DURING THIS PERIOD:

“sweetheart” (first observed: day 19, after she clung to my arm for 45 minutes and refused to let go while I was attempting to type.)

“honey” (first observed: day 22, when she started nesting in my sweater like a small irritated woodland creature)

“my love” (first observed: day 25, whispered against her hair while she buried herself under the covers and only emerged when I bribed her with hot chocolate)

"my poor, sweet, overdramatic thing" (day 26, when she claimed she was “literally dying” because I made her get out of bed for two minutes)

MORE OBSERVATIONS:

• subject requires constant touch, if no direct contact is made, pouting will occur.

• breasts become unbearably sensitive. (this has led to certain.... incidents. in which i was scolded for touching when i was explicitly given permission. this is unfair!)

PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIOURAL NOTES:

• will climb onto me at any given opportunity. (even while i am working.)

• slow, deep wnd intimate contact. heavy emphasis on cervical stimulation, warmth, closeness.

• soft praise required. frequent affirmations, reassurances. (she is particularly receptive to hearing how “beautiful” she is. which is, frankly, an objective truth.)

PERSONAL NOTE: her emotional state during this time, I ADORE IT. my darling needs comfort, touch and reassurance, and, well, i am only human. if she asks me to hold her, i will. if she asks me to lay on top of her and just be warm, i will. if she tells me she wants to feel full, wants to feel every inch of me keeping her safe wants me to tell her how much she is loved... well.

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: she really, really likes when i call her “smart girl”

PERSONAL NOTE: i have no complaints. zero. none. absolutely none :)

MENSTRUAL PHASE (DAYS 1–5, ACTIVE BLEEDING)

initially, i had hypothesized that sexual activity during this phase would be uncomfortable or at the very least, unappealing to the subject. i was incorrect.

shedding of the endometrial lining initiates vascular dilation, heightened temperature and uterine contractions.

PRIMARY OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:

• temperature regulation is disrupted, subject experiences fluctuations between feverish warmth and sudden chills. skin remains notably softer during this phase

• muscular fatigue, increased joint tension, my darling often seeks massage therapy, sustained compression (weighted blankets, my own body weight), and slow movement assistance.

• experiences waves of pain and discomfort, interspersed with unexpected surges of desire.

• blood viscosity is fascinating!!!!! color shifts from bright red (early days) to a deeper hue with occasional clotting (mid-phase). i have documented firsthand how the consistency changes during... se- various activities.

My sweetheart currently suffering the full physiological impact of uterine lining detachment, fluctuating between lethargy, irritability and an insatiable craving for attention, pressure, and snacks.

SCIENTIST’S DUTIES DURING THIS TIME:

• food preparation (nutrient-rich, iron-replenishing meals)

• pressure application (via full-body weight or strategic abdominal massages)

• endless patience (tested frequently)

EXPERIMENTAL CULINARY TRIALS

Partners nutritional intake fluctuates wildly during this phase. one moment, she craves salt; the next, sugar. she has, at times, demanded both simultaneously (a truly confounding biological mystery).

DAY 2 OF MENSTRUATION. my partner appeared lethargic, burrowed into blankets, making small, distressed noises whenever she moved

direct quote: “Ford, if i don’t get mac & cheese in the next ten minutes, i will die.”

counterargument: “you literally just ate an entire chocolate bar, honey”

Partner’s rebuttal: long, drawn-out groan followed by burrowing deeper and a tragic little sigh of suffering.

conclusion: i made the mac & cheese. i am weak

PERSONAL NOTE: my darling told me, quite shamelessly, that orgasms help her cramps. i told her, quite honestly, that i would be happy to conduct further research in this area ;)

DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:

“Ford, it helps the cramps, please, this is literally medical.”

“Mmm, you’re so warm. No! don’t move, just stay inside me like that.”

SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: the psychological aspect of this is fascinating! the hormonal interplay of pain relief, emotional vulnerability, and deep, physical intimacy is something i should, theoretically, analyse further.

QUATERNARY PERSONAL NOTE: if i am not careful, i am going to end up proposing to this person during a study session.

of course reblogs/comments are always highly appreciated, but yeah, no pressure

[neil-gaiman]

Hello!

Thought this might be fun. Context: I was with my boyfriend this morning, we’ve been together for more than two years and circled around each other for an embarrassing amount of time in our teens, we met as competitors, Physics Olympiads. Now, we both have some very specific kind of almost opposite personalities. Quite literally night and day, and the fact is reflected on our clothing, I always dress in black/dark grey/burgundy, jeans and blazer or shirt, he tends to wear almost always light colours and shades of blue/khaki (I mockingly call him “blueberry porridge” at times), shirt and pullover or simple tees. We found out about the existence of Good Omens right after S2 was released, since in our department at Uni (Physics) our colleagues, probably also thanks to my customary round shades and partially dark red hair, started referring to the two of us -to me in particular- in a very peculiar manner you might have an idea of. We had to watch the series and read the book. We discovered our colleagues were far more right than it seemed (it’s positively creepy). It became our main source of entertainment. There have been plenty of such conversations, and fights came to an end exactly like this, but the scene that happened this morning was so spontaneous on his part that had me laugh particularly hard so here I am sharing it.

I came back from a small walk, threw my sunglasses on the lectern I have in my room and kicked off my shoes as I usually do. He glared at me as he usually does when I act like that (he’s the “untie your shoes one at a time, loosen the laces a bit and neatly put them near the bedroom door possibly on the same tile” kind of person). This time he added “You see, we couldn’t possibly have children, you’d teach them all the wrong things, you savage”. And I answered, sarcastically and without thinking too much about it “THEN you’ll teach them the good ones so we’ll cancel out and they’ll grow up normal”.

We silently stared at each other for a good 5 seconds. And then he just shouted “HARRY THE RABBIT” and energically waved a towel he was holding in my face.

My life has been a fucking storm till some time ago, and now it’s almost 8 months of it being like this every day. Seriously, thank you (also for the disastrous first kiss. We can relate, for surprisingly analogous reasons, but that’s a bit too personal to share online. What I’d like to say is, even with so many people not liking that part, we ultimately rebuilt our trust in each other thanks to it). Now I have my daily dose of “Get thee behind me foul fiend” every time we try to get through some door at the same time. And every time he says that he lets me get through it first, and I get to give him an annoyed “when-are-we-growing-up” look we both know is as phony as a three-dollar bill.

My heart has been warmed.

[castielthinkr]

TOUCH [tuhch] verb. to affect with some feeling or emotion, especially tenderness

castiel x gn!reader cw all fluff with the tiniest smidge of angst, touch starved cas (he cries a lil but they’re happy tears)

notes just a short one bc i thought about cas earlier and started spontaneously weeping (also i wrote this on my phone so the formatting might be weird and it’s not proofread oops)

it wasn’t often that you and cas got time alone, especially not with sam and dean around. when you did spend time together, it was usually quality time - parallel play, some would call it. you’d sit together, each doing separate activities, or just talking. occasionally you’d lay together in bed, simply taking time to be. cas had never been a particularly touchy person (or rather, angel), and you were okay with that. you respected that.

when he came to you one day, asking for a hug, you were a little shocked to say the least. you gave him one, of course, but the way in which he’d approached you, the way he’d asked you - it was nothing like the cas you knew at all. beneath the rush of affection you felt, concern lingered.

he hugged you softly at first, then gripped you tighter. you reciprocated, your own grip practically squeezing the life out of him. it didn’t take long for you to grow more worried. he wasn’t letting go. in fact, he seemed to be holding on ever so slightly tighter, clearly wanting more while staying aware of his own strength.

“cas?” you asked, voice as soft as you could manage, “are you okay?”

he gripped you tighter, letting out a soft sniffle. worry shot through your chest and you pulled away slightly, cupping his face. there were tear stains on his cheeks, his eyes were wet, and his hair was messy. any other time you’d make a comment about how beautiful he looked, but now you were admittedly scared for him.

“cas,” you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks and fingers wiping at his tears, “what’s wrong?”

he took a deep breath. “i cannot explain it,” he said, clearing his throat, “i’m not sure myself.”

“that’s okay, we can sit for a while - give you time to think, if you want?” you responded, leading him to a nearby loveseat.

“when you hugged me, i felt an overwhelming sensation. i don’t know… i can’t figure out what it was, but i wasn’t sad. you - your hug - i think it made me so happy that i couldn’t help it,” he said, taking a while to carefully articulate his words. all the while you sat next to him - practically on his lap - with a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. though he couldn’t make eye contact with you, you looked at his face the entire time.

“aw, cas,” you cooed, a hand moving to cup his neck. “y’know you can ask for a hug anytime, right? you don’t have to wait until you need one.”

“i… am aware. i just didn’t think i would be this affected,” he said, a hand absentmindedly moving to your knee.

“everybody needs hugs sometimes. just because you’re this big, important angel doesn’t mean you’re an exception.”

he wrapped an arm carefully around your shoulders, pulling you in again. your arms wrapped around his waist while his free hand rested on the small of your back. he buried his face in your shoulder, breathing deeply.

“thank you,” he whispered, his voice muffled. “i will seek this out with you more often, love.”

you smiled softly, relishing in the warmth and comfort that radiated off him. perhaps you both needed this, despite neither wanting to admit to it.

“i’ll look forward to it.”

[guxciestone]

🌾 ❛ THE MOON AND YOUR DESIRED ROUTINE ༉‧₊˚ ˚୨୧

(through the signs)

🌳✧

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hey guys. this post is about the moon and the type of routine that you may prefer based on the sign that lands in it. i hope you enjoy the post! ♡🌿

if you have any tarot or astrology post suggestions, i’d be more than willing to consider them. just drop your suggestions in my asks or in my post notes :)

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— the moon and its meaning ꕥ

The moon is the planet of emotions, your internal world, where you find personal comfort, and where you find inner fulfillment. However, others tend to forget that the moon is a feminine and nocturnal planet that also rules patterns, cycles, and flow states. In a female’s chart, it rules over her menstrual cycle, her emotional flow throughout the month, and her inner states throughout the 28-day cycle; in a male’s chart, it rules over his emotional health and character as well as his inner child in a vulnerable and instinctual sense. Furthermore, in general, the moon could also indicate the routines and “personal flow” that one strives for daily to achieve comfort and satisfaction. Today, I am going to analyze what type of routine you prefer based on the sign your moon is placed in.

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moon in aries˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Aries seek spontaneousness, thrills, leadership, and independence in their daily life and routines. They are particularly comfortable being constantly being on the move, hoping to discover a new venture, or taking on a new challenge. They wake up every morning with the intention of reflecting on what new battle they can fight today. Furthermore, they are one of the signs who are more comfortable with managing sporadic and unorganized schedules because they initiate a new project every other day. It is assured they do not get overwhelmed easily, but they could easily become explosive or impulsive in their actions or feelings when stressed or things do not go according to plan. These individuals could get very impatient as well, striving to get things done in a short amount of time; this could be particularly overwhelming for others and burdening for them in the long run. They often struggle to stay focused on a venture due to their hastiness and tendency to lose interest easily. They should learn how to start projects, manage them, and finish them victoriously; plus, learn how to be patient and take their time, so their ideas can successfully manifest in what they expected from the beginning. Additionally, individuals with Moon in Aries are self-interested. They prefer spending time on activities, hobbies, or endeavors that they could benefit or improve from. Not to mention, they are risk-takers. These individuals seek fulfillment from new experiences and circumstances because it gives excitement and stimulation.

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moon in taurus ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Taurus seek comfort, security, and stability in their daily life and routines. They often are satisfied with an unsurprising and easy-going routine–not too sporadic or unpredictable like Aries Moons. They seek calm and quietness in their life with not much stress. It is particularly easier for these individuals to get overwhelmed–especially over an unexpected task added to their schedule. You will often notice that these people strive for financial stability in their personal goals because they know that it will give them the material comfort they hope to have. Furthermore, they are more inclined to do self-care and relaxation practices as it gives them a sense of self-esteem and levelheadness–they especially need it after a long day at work or school. Additionally, Moon in Taurus individuals prefer to take their life in getting their errands done, and they dislike being rushed. They may struggle with changing their routine or daily activities for any person or circumstance because it is what is appropriate for them. They should learn how to modify their schedule for important events and relationships.

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moon in gemini ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Gemini seek learning, socialization, activity, and communication in their daily life and routine. These people are often striving to mentally challenge themselves and find ways to stimulate themselves all the time. That is why you will often find these individuals with chaotic and packed schedules, or they seem to always be occupied–it is because they are always hoping to learn something new, access their creativity and skill, or challenge their brain. They would like to spend their time playing puzzles, word searches, reading, or debating with certain groups. Furthermore, these folks are extremely social and always wanting to connect with their peers; they might seek to find time in the day to meet up with their friends. Additionally, they have the tendency of wanting to do everything they want to do all at once–and they can often get very disorganized and ungrounded while doing so. It is important for people with Moon in Gemini to learn how to take things slow and collect their thoughts and plans before everything turns into a mess.

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moon in cancer ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Cancer seek comfort, security, emotional counsel, and familial connections in their daily life and routine. These people could adore spending time with their family members or their close loved ones immensely; they are the types to consider their cousins or siblings their true friends and desire to do everything with them. They could more than likely desire to spend time at home, and perhaps may prefer to work from home too. Additionally, with a person who has Moon in Cancer– you could find that mostly everything on their daily to-do list consists of errands they need to do surrounding the house (such as doing laundry, cleaning their room, etc.) They might also like taking care of people. It is integral for cancer moons to have a schedule in which they can feel safe and comfortable doing, especially in a sense where it is not far from home or their close connections. However, these people could easily become homesick or struggle to adhere to changes or circumstances far from their safe spot.

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moon in leo ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Leo seek entertainment, creativity, and recognition in their daily life and routines. These people strongly value and prioritize their inner child and their ability to artistically express themselves. They could be particularly interested in the arts, music, performing, acting, or anything in which they can demonstrate themselves and their character in an inspiring way. These folks hope to find fun and excitement in their life through their hobbies and passions. In other words, these people do not function well in routines in which they do not have creative freedom or the time to indulge in their childish endeavors. Furthermore, Leo moons are generous and kind at heart. They are more than likely to be able to handle children for long periods of time; in fact, they could adore implementing kids into their daily routine. Additionally, they prefer to connect with others and spend time with loved ones in circumstances in which they can lead them by example. However, these individuals could instantly turn bratty or spoiled when things do not go their way. If their day seems to be going terrible, it is easy for them to become explosive or stubborn. Leo moons should learn to be more selfless when it comes to compromising their plans and endeavors within the day sometimes.

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moon in virgo ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Virgo seek discipline, order, and practicality in their daily life and routines. They are the type of people to plan their entire day on a to-do list or structure it from start to finish. Furthermore, they value productivity and making good use of themselves and their time. So, you will usually see them working on a particular project, improving themselves in some way, or investing their time into developing a special skill. These folks prefer a system in their day-to-day activities, or otherwise, they’ll feel out of control with themselves. Although these people are particularly able to change their routines and create an entirely new structure, they prefer to keep things predictable–especially when it comes to dedicating themselves to specific future aspirations and ventures. One thing about them is that they will always work on their craft, one way or another. Additionally, virgo moons can also value cleanliness in their physical environment. It is easy for their mood to change if their environment isn’t aligned with their mindset, so they could prioritize cleaning their area and making sure every item is in the right place. However, they often have tendencies of being a control freak–expecting things to go the exact way they planned or trying to handle anything or anyone that disrupts their plans. This placement is also known for its perfectionism. These individuals need to work on their excessive need for things to be 100% flawless; it could easily lead them to stress and low self-esteem, making them believe that everything they do is wrong and that they need to reach up to their extremely high expectations. In other words, virgo moons need to learn how to calm down and accept that things can be imperfect and that they can make mistakes or “fail”.

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moon in libra ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Libra seek peace, balance, and beauty in their daily life and routines. These people often strive for a clear and collected mind space; they hope to eliminate any conflict, confrontations, or issues in their life. They would often try to stabilize themselves through acts of meditation, self-care, socializing, or cleaning. Furthermore, these people often strive to romanticize their lives; it allows them to enjoy their circumstances better through the acts of art, beauty, reflection, and creativity. They adore investing in makeup, fashion, painting, music, and other pleasurable things. Additionally, they are one of the most social moon signs; they thrive when they interact with their interpersonal relationships. It makes them feel connected and close to the important people in their lives. One thing about Libra Moons is that they often try to go far to avoid conflicts, even if it is something they need to confront or take accountability for. This can often make them appear a bit indifferent or distant in times of disagreements and discordance. However, shoving issues into the backburner will not solve anything–they need to learn to confront conflicts and problems and handle them maturely.

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moon in scorpio ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Scorpio seek privacy, intimacy, depth, and intensity in their daily life and routines. First and foremost, these people often prefer to undergo their errands and plans under the radar–they do not feel particularly comfortable with anyone knowing their next move. That is why you’ll often see that these folks do not post often on social media, or they dislike telling people what their plans are for the day. There could be an undertone of paranoia in why they choose not to do so. They just value their intimate space and refuse to let any outside energies intervene with it. So, they need secrecy more than anything. Furthermore, when it comes to activities, they also would like to do them with people who they hold very close–similar to Moon in Cancer–but they are more reserved and strict about it. When they are in a relationship, you’ll find that they would want to spend most of the time with their partner. It can almost get obsessive. It is important for these people to learn to not become obsessive with their loved ones or partners–to let go and learn independence in their quality time.

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moon in sagittarius ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Sagittarius seek excitement, new experiences, and diversity in their daily life and routines. One thing about these folks is that they are always striving to be on the move–similar to their fire counterparts. They are always on the move for the next huge and exhilarating thing. You’ll find that these individuals desire to travel, go to parties, spend time with friends, or meet new people. However, they are also very intelligent and have a will to learn–so they also hope to gain a new perspective from these experiences and circumstances. These people might dedicate a certain time of the day to learning about a topic, investing in a religion, or studying a course. It is integral for these people to have a routine that gives them a new learning experience or something to have faith about; otherwise, these individuals could become hopeless or pessimistic. However, it is easy for these people to become overindulgent or lazy–not being considerate about the consequences or their future. There needs to be a balance between fun and seriousness.

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moon in capricorn ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Capricorn seek achievement, structure, and influence in daily life and routines. Similar to virgo moons, they value being productive and useful with their time—in their case, they hope that their time could lead them to ultimate success and recognition. These people may like to work many hours or put in much time to their career endeavors. This often leaves them little to no quality time for their loved ones and friends. Furthermore, these folks are very patient and precise in their actions as they are able to build things from the ground up and maintain a vision for a long period of time. That is why they are often good planners and can easily build a business or company if they desired to. However, they need to make sure that they do not overwork themselves, isolate themselves from pleasures and socialization, and develop strong control issues; it could easily lead them down the road to stress, burn out, or depression. Additionally, since they are serious individuals, they may struggle with maintaining a balance outlook on the things they need to do and the things they do for the fun of it. They should learn how to maintain balance with work and pleasure—because one without the other could wreak havoc.

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moon in aquarius ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Aquarius seek community, electrifying experiences, and goals in their daily life and routines. These people are always hoping to spend time with their community–people who are similar to them because they make them feel like they belong, and they adore making people feel like they belong as well. However, people tend to forget to give credit for how hardworking these folks are. They might dedicate most of their time in the day to working towards their hopes and dreams. These individuals desire to live a life in which everything is served to justice, equality, and peace–a place they can live in, a life they can adhere to. Therefore, these people are very dedicated to working towards their aspirations for the sake of themselves and the people they care about. Additionally, they strive for unpredictability in their routine. They want something different everyday in their errands–something erratic and thrilling. However, there could be too much unpredictableness to the point of instability in their actions. It is important to find a balance in that too.

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moon in pisces ˚☽˚｡⋆.

Individuals with Moon in Pisces seek imagination, spirituality, creativity, and the unknown in their daily life and routines. These people prefer to stay in their heads and work out the dreams and fantasies that they have in their mind. Even if they are forced to live in the practical world, it is important that pisces moons always operate from the place of visualizing their creative ideas and manifestations. These are the types to invest most of their time into different mediums of spirituality such as meditation, journaling, the occult, manifestation, or connecting to the unknown or spirit world. Furthermore, they would like to invest their energy into artistic hobbies such as photography, painting, drawing, music, fashion, or modeling. However, it is easy for these individuals to get lost in their subconscious and completely neglect their physical circumstances. There could even be instances in which they use vices to escape from the world (such as alcohol, drugs, or if they are in a relationship, a person) There seems to be this need for balance when it comes to the spiritual and the practical–perhaps even setting boundaries because these people are also very compassionate and kind. There could be times in which they feel the need to change their schedule for the sake of the people they care about even if they are not able to.

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[pankowcrumbs]

Lucky Charm X Lewis Hamilton

MasterList

F1 Masterlist

It was one of those rare evenings when the world felt still, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had stepped into a dream. The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, the rustle of satin gowns, and the buzz of excited chatter. I’d been invited to this high-profile fashion show not for my music, but because I was always in the public eye, and well, a little bit of glam never hurt.

I’d never really been one for the whole celebrity scene, but tonight felt different. My stylist had spent hours getting me ready, and though I’d gotten used to the press flashes, I wasn’t exactly comfortable in a room full of people who lived for the spotlight.

As I made my way to my seat, I scanned the room. And then I saw him. Lewis Hamilton, sitting next to an empty seat beside him, casually leaning back, sipping on his drink. A quiet confidence surrounded him as he looked around the room. The more I stared, the more I realised how stunning he truly was. His sharp features, perfectly defined jawline, and those eyes...eyes that I felt like could look straight through me.

I hesitated for a second, wondering if I’d really be sitting next to him. I’d heard plenty about him, of course he was one of the most recognisable names in Formula 1. But being this close was a different experience altogether.

As I approached, he looked up and flashed a warm smile. “Hi, you’re Y/N, right?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost magnetic.

I nodded, surprised he knew who I was. "Yeah, that’s me. And you’re Lewis, right?"

He chuckled softly. “I am indeed”

I smiled back, suddenly feeling a little less out of place. “It’s nice to meet you.”

We exchanged pleasantries, and before I knew it, we were chatting like old friends. The show started, but neither of us seemed particularly interested in the runway. Instead, we found ourselves deep in conversation about music, racing, and life in general. It was refreshing. Most of the time, when I attended these types of events, the conversations felt shallow, but this was different. Lewis was easy to talk to, and his sense of humour was just the right balance of cheeky and charming.

Throughout the night, we shared stories, laughter, and exchanged a few personal thoughts. I couldn’t remember the last time I had connected with someone so effortlessly. It wasn’t just about the celebrity persona; it felt like two normal people, finding common ground.

As the show came to an end, I felt a little disappointed that we hadn’t spent more time together. He was escorted away by his team, and I was led by mine, but there was a lingering feeling, something that told me our paths would cross again.

A few days passed, and I was back to my usual routine. Between studio sessions and rehearsals, I barely had time to breathe. But one afternoon, as I was going through my PR, something caught my eye. A thick envelope with no return address, simply my name on the front in neat handwriting.

Curious, I opened it, and inside was a Ferrari garage pass for the Silverstone Grand Prix. I blinked, confused at first. Along with the pass was a short note: “Hope to see you there xx L.”

I froze. Lewis Hamilton. He had sent me a pass to the race, just like that. I couldn't help but smile at the unexpected gesture. It felt spontaneous, almost thrilling. I didn’t hesitate I grabbed my phone and texted my manager. “Looks like I’m going to Silverstone this weekend.”

The response came almost immediately: “You’re kidding, right? Lewis Hamilton sent you an invite?”

I had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it, but I wasn’t going to let the chance slip by.

The day of the race, I was both excited and nervous. I didn’t know what to expect, but the energy in the air at Silverstone was electric. The roar of the engines, the cheers of the crowd it was impossible not to get caught up in it all.

As I made my way into the Ferrari garage, I was greeted by one of Lewis's team members, who ushered me in and pointed me in the direction of Lewis.

When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. He was talking with his engineers, but the moment he noticed me, his face lit up with a genuine smile. “Hey, you made it,” he said, walking towards me.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement as I took in the sight of the sleek Ferrari cars, all polished and gleaming under the lights.

Lewis spent the whole day showing me around, introducing me to his team, and explaining the ins and outs of the race. The media quickly took notice of our interaction, their cameras flashing non-stop. I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the spotlight again, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was something about being with him that made everything feel more natural.

I watched as he got ready for the race, his focus intense as he suited up. He had this aura about him a quiet confidence mixed with the passion of someone who loved what they did. And then, as he took to the track, the whole atmosphere shifted. Every time he zoomed past, I held my breath, my heart racing along with him.

The race was a blur, but I’ll never forget the feeling of watching him cross the finish line in first place. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I found myself clapping along, swept up in the excitement.

Afterward, we headed to the after-race party, and it felt like the world was spinning around me. People surrounded us, congratulating Lewis, but it was clear that he kept looking for me in the crowd. When he finally caught my eye, he made his way over.

“I think you brought me good luck today,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “I won because you’re here.”

I laughed, a little flustered by the compliment. “I doubt that. You were brilliant out there.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I just wanted to see you again.”

I was taken aback. “You couldn’t stop thinking about me?”

He nodded, his eyes locking with mine. “Yeah, I had to shoot my shot. I’m not one to wait around.”

His honesty was refreshing, and it made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected.

“I’m glad you did,” I said softly. “I’m glad I came.”

He smiled, his hand brushing against mine. The moment felt charged, and I could tell he felt it too. “You’ll be at the next race, won’t you?”

I nodded, feeling my stomach flip. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

I knew our connection wasn’t just a fleeting moment. There was something real between us. Something that was only just beginning to unfold.

The days after Silverstone were a whirlwind. The media had a field day with the photos of Lewis and me together, speculating about our relationship. But, honestly, I didn’t mind. I was too busy getting to know Lewis better talking, laughing, and finding comfort in each other’s company.

The next race weekend came far quicker than I expected. This time, it was Belgium another circuit, another chance for Lewis to show the world his skill behind the wheel. And this time, he’d invited me along.

I never expected to be this close to the action especially not this soon. After Silverstone, things had progressed between us naturally. Our calls, texts, and messages flowed easily, and before I knew it, I was packed and heading to Belgium for the race.

When I arrived at the paddock, Lewis was already waiting for me. He looked every bit the racing legend he was, with his red racing suit, his helmet tucked under his arm, and that unmistakable grin on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the same flutter in my chest as I did the first time we met.

“Hey, you made it,” he said, pulling me into a warm hug. His scent was intoxicating like a mix of aftershave and adrenaline. I breathed it in, feeling instantly at home.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” I replied, the excitement of being here once again overwhelming me. I’d never really been a race fan before, but being here with him made it impossible not to feel the rush.

He grinned, looking down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m starting to think you really might be my good luck charm. Maybe I’ll have to keep you around for every race now.”

I raised an eyebrow, amused by his playful tone. “You really think I’m your lucky charm?”

“I might be onto something,” he said with a wink. “I won at Silverstone after you showed up, and now here we are, together again. I’m not about to mess with a good thing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about his confidence he didn’t just believe in his own ability, but he was convinced that having me around was the missing piece to his success. It was so… charming.

The race day came and went, and once again, Lewis proved why he was one of the greatest. The roar of the crowd was deafening as he crossed the finish line in first place, his team cheering wildly in the pits. I couldn’t help but feel that same rush of excitement from Silverstone, watching him do what he does best.

After the race, he found me in the crowd, a huge smile on his face as he jogged over to me. “I told you I was onto something,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “I guess I really do need you around for every race now.”

I laughed, squeezing him tightly. “I’m glad I could bring you some luck, but you were amazing out there.”

He shrugged, still grinning. “It’s not just me. You’re part of it now. The secret’s out.”

I was still smiling as he pulled away, his hands resting on my shoulders. “How about we celebrate? I’ve got a few plans for us tomorrow in Belgium.”

The next morning, the two of us were out and about in Belgium, far away from the racetrack and the constant buzz of media attention. It was just me and Lewis, and it felt like we could finally breathe. He showed me around the city, taking me to quaint little cafés, cobblestone streets, and secret spots he loved. The vibe was so different from the high-energy race environment, but it was just as exhilarating in its own way.

As we walked through a small park, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel so content. There was something about the way Lewis made me feel protected, cherished, and truly seen.

We stopped at a small fountain, the sound of water flowing softly around us, and Lewis pulled me in for a hug. “This has been perfect,” he murmured into my hair, holding me tight.

“I agree,” I said, looking up at him. “I never thought I’d be doing this touring Belgium after a race, with you.”

He chuckled, his thumb tracing circles on my hand. “Well, get used to it, love. I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

I smiled, my heart swelling at his words. There was something so effortless about being with him, something that felt so right. As if we’d always been meant to cross paths, and now that we had, there was no going back.

He leaned down, brushing his lips gently against mine. The kiss was soft, a promise of more to come, and as he pulled back, I could see the emotion in his eyes. “I’m really happy you’re here with me, Y/N.”

“I’m happy to be here too, Lewis,” I whispered, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it felt deeper, more meaningful a kiss that spoke of a connection we were both beginning to realise was something special.

Around us, the day seemed to slow down, as if the whole world had faded into the background, leaving just the two of us. People were taking pictures from a distance, but neither of us cared. We were too wrapped up in each other.

As we walked back to the car, hand in hand, a few fans spotted us. They snapped pictures, murmuring to each other, but it wasn’t intrusive. It was the kind of attention that seemed to be more about admiration than anything else. Lewis didn’t shy away from the cameras; in fact, he seemed to thrive on the energy, even as he stayed by my side, smiling as we walked.

“Looks like the fans approve,” I teased, noticing a few more fans waving at us.

Lewis chuckled, squeezing my hand. “They know something good when they see it,” he said confidently, though his voice softened when he added, “And I think they can tell I’ve finally found someone worth keeping around.”

I glanced up at him, my heart fluttering at the sincerity in his words. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re the real deal, Y/N. I’m not letting you slip away.”

I smiled, realising how much that meant to me. Here I was, with someone who had not only won races but had also won my heart. We may have started as two strangers who met by chance, but now, it felt like we were carving out something beautiful something real.

As we drove away from the park, I looked out of the window at the Belgian streets, feeling like I was exactly where I was meant to be. And with Lewis by my side, I knew this was only the beginning of an incredible journey ahead.

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Ask: hi, could you write something about barty with the prompt c5. ("there will not be a day where i am not there for you") like he receives a letter from his dad and u can tell something is off ab him and comfort him ? thank youu

Words: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: gn!reader, implied mental health struggles on barty's front, barty isolating himself, hurt/comfort, romanian!barty, general fluff and unconditional love

Note: this request is super old, i'm terribly sorry lmao, but better late than never? barty deserves all the love<33

You had not seen Barty in 5 hours.

Considering that the boy usually seemed to be attached to you by some invisible 5 metres rope, you were growing increasingly concerned. Your poor cheeks were being gnawed off at record speed, and you knew he would chide you for “maiming his lover” later, but you had other priorities at the moment.

Between your last two lessons, he had slipped off down some hallway and never returned. You paid it little mind to begin with, Barty often ran off on spontaneous, perhaps reckless adventures. It was in the whole school’s best interest to just let him, saving all your questions for when he comes back, demanding stories of his grand escapades – because he always came back to your side quickly. 

When he didn’t show up for dinner, your worry thus began to settle despite your trying to fight it. Sometimes he did skip dinner for an array of different reasons, but he always notified you. Throughout the meal your thoughts wandered off, all yearning for him, but you knew how much he would scold you if he found out you skipped dinner for him.

You would hold it against him, if he was not the first person to admit he was being a hypocrite.

You clung onto hope that you would find him in his common room or his dorm afterwards. When you opened the door to his dorm only to be met with their shared snake, Nova, as the only living being in the room, you finally allowed yourself to give in and accept defeat.

Barty was missing and you were worried.

Behind you, the tell-tale sounds of Regulus’ dance-like steps alerted you to his incoming presence. “Reg,” you said, poking your head out to catch his attention. “Barty hasn’t told you where he’s off to?”

Regulus gave you a bit of an odd look as he passed you in the doorway. “Does he ever?”

You gave him a look that hopefully said yeah, that’s fair before you straightened up once more. “Will you tell me if you see him?”

“If I see him, he’ll be here.” Regulus was clearly not in one of his more chatty moods. This time you gave him a look you knew said play nice. He sighed. “I’ll let you know, yeah. I’ll ask Evan too, when he gets here.”

You gave him a rueful smile. “Thank you Reggie, this is why you’re my favourite.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled as he laid down on his bed to read. You had enough wits about you to close the door before you left, not wanting a stinging curse to be thrown after you down the hallway and doubly not wanting Barty to get revenge on Regulus for doing so. He always found out somehow.

This was not Barty’s first time disappearing, nor did you suspect it would be his last. You usually had a list of reasons why he might run off and places to look for him if he did.

Had he been in a particularly jittery or theatrical mood, you would have been worse off, as he quite literally could be anywhere where he might cause the most damage and drama. Usually you would begin in Gryffindor or the Care for Magical Creatures classroom, but thankfully you did not have to resort to those measures.

Because Barty had been in a very distinctive restrained mood that only you and a select few of his friends ever seemed to be able to decipher. When you first met him, you thought that mood meant he was annoyed somehow – now you knew that when Barty was truly irritated, he grinned like a maniac. 

This almost stoicness meant only one thing; Barty was feeling vulnerable. Maybe even defeated.

Which quickly limited his hiding spots to places where he could grasp at some privacy without feeling trapped. Considering that the last time he tried to hide away in the prefect’s bathroom, he got caught by none other than James Potter, the poor sod, you narrowed your best bet down to the Astronomy Tower.

Led by a gut instinct and a mouthful of compassion, you scurried up the hundreds of steps needed, hoping to find him and not accidentally stumble in on some awkward attempt at a date between some fourth years.

When you tried to turn the handle to the Astronomy Tower’s door only to find it to be magically locked, you knew you were right in your judgement.

“Barty? Are you in there, love, it’s me?” you called through the door, aiming at making your voice as steady as possible. He hated being treated like he was fragile, at least before he was curled up in your arms.

The faint buzzing sound in your ears alerted you to the fact that he had thrown a muffliato over the room, meaning you wouldn’t hear him if he replied. He could still hear you, though, so you tried your luck further.

“It’s alright, B. I’m here.” You hoped to Merlin he could hear the love and reassurance dripping from your words.

The whirring sound was interrupted by a faint click as the lock was opened. Taking extra precautions, you looked behind you to ensure you would be alone and slipped in through the door, locking it behind you once more without looking.

Fresh air filled your lungs the second you stepped into the tower – one of the reasons why it was such a great place to escape to when feeling anxious or down or both. Your heart was similarly filled when you saw Barty sitting in a large windowsill with his knees pulled up to his chest, staring out with an empty gaze.

“Hi there, lovely,” you said rather cheerily, making your relaxed state penetrate the atmosphere of doom that followed Barty on these days.

You walked over and went to lift yourself up into the windowsill, only for Barty to break free of his trance for a moment to take your hand and elbow and help you navigate carefully until you were seated across from him, legs entangling with his own. He let out a breath. “Hi, Dragă.”

You smiled carefully at him, settling into your place and letting the cold from the window seep in through your clothes without a bother. You leaned forward so your body was bent in half to rest your chin on his propped up knees, giving you a perfectly clear vision of his face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to have to talk about it.”

Barty always did that when something was wrong – denying you of any responsibility or option to help, assuming it was below you to do so. After a few years attached at the hip, he had learned he could not make you “realise you should leave his arse”, but he would still aim to shield you from himself on these days.

Other days, he would do anything to make you not realise, desperate to claw you to himself. A boy that contained multitudes, each one equally lovable in your opinion, to which he called you horribly insane. 

“At least we’ve got that in common, babe.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” you reassured quietly, chin moving against his kneecaps. “I really do want to, though. Be there for you, I mean.”

His gaze met yours, softening at the authenticity and affection surely plastered all over your face. He brought a previously dead hand up from beside him to stroke his knuckles over your left cheek, moving them backwards into your hair. “You always are, aren’t you?”

You let your smile widen at him embracing your care. “There will not be a day where I am not here for you, B. Whether you want me to or not.”

His eyes flickered with a vulnerability only you ever saw. The next thing he said was so meek that you almost didn’t catch it, but flowers bloomed in your stomach when you did. “I want you to.”

You reached your own hand up to catch his in your hair and brought the inside of his wrist towards your mouth to press slow, gentle kisses to it. “I’m glad, lovely. Now spill.”

[taurusvenusian]

Can you do the Venus composite charts signs ? (: you explain these so well!!

Composite Chart (Venus signs)

Composite charts help us understand our relationships more as it sets the midpoint of two people’s individual charts. You can find out yours and your partner’s here: https://astro-charts.com/tools/new/composite/

Venus in a Composite Chart

Venus in a composite chart tells us how you two connect on emotional, romantic, and value levels. It can also tell us what you guys love to bond over/talk about and the challenges you may face. Disclaimer: these are generalized descriptions and some other planets/aspects may influence your chart. If you want a personalized reading of a composite chart, book a reading with me!

Venus in Aries

“I feel so much sparks when I’m with you”

You both bring out a sense of adventure and enthusiasm in one another. You express your love boldly and spontaneously. You may bond over physical activities, partying, or generally just activities that keep you both excited. There’s a certain passion between you two. Alternatively, challenges may revolve around wanting to keep stability in your relationship. There could be a lot of impulsiveness that affects one or both of you.

Venus in Taurus

“I just want to cuddle with you all day”

When together, there is an automatic feeling of comfort and loyalty. You don’t mind being sensual towards one another and it’s one of the things you bond over. Physical affection and shared pleasures, like food or gardening, may be a common topic or date activities. Stability is one of your strongest suits, however, being too complacent, co-dependent, and resistance to change are potential challenges.

Venus in Gemini

“Let’s do everything we’ve always wanted to do”

Mental simulation is the game! You both love activities where your wit and curiosity are at play. You both value communication, variety, and social activities. You may be fond of taking lessons together that pique your interests and bond over talking/even gossiping sometimes. Both of you may know each other’s secrets and just things that not a lot of people know about you two. This is great for friends but may be a challenge to lovers when emotional depth is lacking.

Venus in Cancer

“I want to take care of you”

There is a deep emotional connection between you two that is undeniable. You may pick up on each other’s moods easily and you may find that both of you value home and family a little more than others. You inspire each other to focus on emotional matters and help navigate through it together. Because this is a water placement, emotions and moods may be unpredictable and may lead to relationship instability.

Venus in Leo

“Everyone loves us”

Warmth, self-expression, and grand gestures are common themes in this relationship. You both love being loved and love showing how much you love each other and it matters that people know how much you love each other. You value activities that express and develop your creativity and you confide in each other about your own ideas. Leo is a fire sign and so it is fierce through expression. Watch out for pride and jealousy taking over and not to be so soaked up in what other people have to say about your relationship.

Venus in Virgo

“You make my life so much easier”

You both value service, a sense of order, and privacy. You may find that doing volunteer work or finishing tasks together is particularly fulfilling for both of you. You love helping each other, through big and small tasks and you like checking up on each other within the day. There’s a certain practical and analytical vibe in your conversations. Avoid over-criticism or perfectionism in the relationship.

Venus in Libra

“I love who I am when I’m with you”

You both love to talk about your relationship and how it affects both of you. You find ways to take care of your relationship because you understand the value it has on your life. You like doing activities that help you both grow and strengthen your bond. If you live together, you most likely invest in making your home a peaceful and aesthetically pleasing one. Alternatively, you may find that you both have the tendency to be indecisive or avoid difficult conversations just to keep the peace.

Venus in Scorpio

“This is getting intense”

Deep intimacy and deep understanding are found with each other. You both know it’s not just surface level between you two and there’s a deep connection you two have. You value loyalty and a sense of devotion from each other. Because you both understand each other on a deeper level than most people, you rely so much on each other’s insights, actions, and opinions, whether you like it or not. Avoid possessiveness, jealousy, and power struggles.

Venus in Sagittarius

“I have the best of times with you”

You both want the freedom, the traveling, and the exploration. Topics about philosophical interests and adventures may be common. You like planning short and long trips together. Simultaneously, you both love being independent while knowing you have each other to talk to and spend time with. Growing independently and as a couple is something you both highly value so if things feel off-track at some point in the relationship, it could feel like parting ways. Watch out for a feeling of restlessness or commitment issues. 

Venus in Capricorn

“Let’s reach our goals together”

There is a practical and goal-oriented feeling in this relationship. There’s a feeling of responsibility towards each other and towards your individual goals. You value tradition and material wealth. You both aim to create something long lasting and stable. You take each other seriously and feel a sense of commitment towards each other. This is a very good placement for co-workers too. Watch out for emotional detachment or too much focus on work than romance.

Venus in Aquarius

“We are not like them, we won’t be like them”

There’s a feeling of wanting to be different than other couples or wanting to do things your way. You both are interested in going above/challenging the status quo. You may have untraditional ways or rules set to maintain the relationship, either way, this is something you both may find enjoyable. You value individuality and freedom, while having unique experiences together. You both have developed a friendship that helped building the foundation of the relationship. Challenges may include preferring to keep things light, struggles with emotional intimacy or commitment.

Venus in Pisces

“You are everything I have ever dreamed of”

So dreamy, compassionate, and surreal. It’s like a fantasy-like romance you didn’t know you needed. There is a deep emotional connection, like only two understand and trust each other that deeply. You like talking about devotion, service, spirituality, creativity, and compassion, and also like doing activities that touch on these topics. You may feel like you can talk about almost anything under the sun and even above with this person. At times it feels like you feel so much for each other, so avoid being too subjective/drowning too much in the feelzies. ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷

This is JUST THE SURFACE and are very general. If you’d like a more in-depth and customized reading for you and your partner, book a reading with me! read more about astrology and my work here.

[lagooneah]

Behold- Satoru Gojo Relationship Headcanons as promised!!! This might be my first time REALLY writing him, aside from blurbs or whatever, but I hope you all enjoy!

Gojo is TOTALLY the type to publicly catcall you. He'd just keep doing it, unless if you voiced you REALLY didn't like it, then he'll stop. Otherwise? He's going "DAMN GIRL/BOY/(INSERT OTHER IDENTITY HERE)-" as you two walk beside each other and you and everyone around you is confused because "isn't he with them..?"

The type to spontaneously purchase gifts for you, always stuff you like.

He knows the ins and outs of your likes and dislikes- ESPECIALLY with material items.

You can mention that you prefer silver jewelry over gold and he won't STOP getting you any silver jewelry he can find.

The type to randomly transfer you money.

OR, you say youre going out with friends? He's zelled you like, 500 dollars for no reason.

He's not the type to not let you hang out with certain people, sure, he can get jealous, but hes SATORU GOJO.

And he abuses that.

He also simply trusts you a lot- he knows your loyalty to him, and he returns it tenfold.

PLEASE do not come at me saying hes a "player", let's be fr, hes flirty sure, but once hes bagged i just KNOW that he holds on for DEAR LIFE.

Being the strongest means not much personal connections, and if he does make them? They often get killed, or just flat out disappear.

BECAUSE of that, he treats you like glass, sometimes without realizing it.

"Youre going out? Where? Can I come? Dont go alone-" etc, etc.

"Baby, honey, love of my life- you are going to a large CITY that is PRIME TIME for curses, you will NOT be going alone. Let me bother you for this outing."

He's obviously not the type to restrict who you hang out with, HOWEVER, he will not let you go out alone. He's too scared that you'll be taken by a curse, or worse, one of his many enemies will use you against him.

And it would work, cause like I mentioned, he is loyal to the MAX.

He's the type to take you out on some of the most lavish dates you've ever been on.

Like, expensive ass, intimate ass, buy you and outfit for kind of dates.

He reserves days off for you, hes a busy man but one way to get to him is if you admit you miss him.

Then hes RUNNING because he never wants you to know a time without him.

He knows he can be unintentionally neglectful with how busy his schedule is, so when he schedules and off day for himself, that shit STICKS.

Like seriously, he will not reschedule unless if there is an avengers level threat. People have to be in some deep shit for him to go against his word on you.

Despite the typical "clan destinies" Gojo would never attempt to force you into having a family to "continue the clan bloodline".

He's got Yuta if he really needs a continuation- he will NEVER diminish you to "the mother of his heir".

He's also the type to get you so many overbearing and dramatic gifts when he wants you to forgive him.

He'll grovel at your feet in PUBLIC to make a point, I am not kidding.

But on a more serious note, he tries not to make you genuinely mad. Annoyed maybe, but never REALLY mad.

I know that this man gotta be annoyingly clingy too.

He will literally FLOP on top of you where you are to make you cuddle him.

He's also the type to, if you're shorter than him, he not ONLY leans on you intentionally to make you stumble, but he'd probably call you "shorty" on his particularly annoying days.

He'd also do that thing where he's comparing your height with an obnoxious hand gesture, or saying you "might not be tall enough" whenever you two see one of those "this tall to ride!" Signs.

Love Language? Probably Gift Giving and Quality Time. As freaky as he might seem, he values his time with you and what he can get you/what you get him the most.

Also- humor is a huge thing. If you joke around with him, he is literally obsessed with you (somehow more than normal), and you will fail to understand the monster you've created by giving him the ULTIMATE validation to his antics.

As much as he fucks with you, im CONFIDENT that Gojo is a loyal and loving partner. When it's time to get serious, he will, after a joke or two maybe- but he will. YOU are one of his number 1 priorities in life, his partner, his second half. He lost one of his second halves before, and he'll hold onto you extra tight and do more than just hope that he can keep his new other half.

Alright, that's about it for now!!! I likely have more that i just dont have all together rn, but this is what I'll feed the jjk community for now. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[affableramen]

Ello! How would Pantalone react if we gave him a handmade gift instead using his money to buy him a one? And maybe more like using our own money to buy our needs instead of him spoiling us XD

Thanks!

I am not too sure about handmade gifts because to be honest I’ve never done them before (thus I can’t give you a realistic picture) HOWEVER, here’s a little scenario for you:

It is a just morning but you’re running late to work due to traffic. Seeing that there’s no other choice but wait for the traffic to go down, you decide to grab a drive thru coffee on your way.

Your boss is a cold rational man, and he has a habit of being particularly grumpy in the morning, especially considering how lazy and incompetent some of his employees are. An idea comes up to your mind, and with no qualm nor regret you get him one coffee, too. Of course, for some people it would sound like a stupid decision, since his secretary always makes him a coffee whenever he wishes so, however treating him to one personally just feels right. You are not sure whether he’ll be pleased or outraged with your spontaneous decision, but you know for sure you do it from your heart.

On the drive thru, you grab yourself a salted caramel latte, and an almond cappuccino for him. He’s diabetic so he can’t take sugar easily like you do, and you always keep it in mind.

Once your hot drinks are served, you notice how the traffics has gently gone don. Calmly you drive to the office, watching the cup holders as you wouldn’t like your small treat to splash all over.

Of course upon your arrival to the office and confirming your identity, you notice that your boss is in exceptionally bad spirits today. Pantalone practically shoves the papers onto the desk, not holding up from cursing the employee loudly for the what seems to be an unacceptable assignment. For a moment you feel your chest tighten and become unsure whether or not you should even come up to him, however the employee bows his head low, apologises a dozen times and escapes the room swiftly.

When his private office appears unoccupied, you knock on the door gently.

“Yes. What now?” The borderline grumpy voice asks you. He tries to maintain professionalism even when everything’s out of order.

“I just wanted to inform you that I brought you a hot drink.”

He lets you in with a surprised expression and his mouth stuck slightly opened. You smoothly place the cup holder onto his desk, reminiscing on the earlier events when you were in the traffic.

“It was worth the wait”, you think because for the first time ever you see an expression on his face so soft that it’s almost unbelievable him being the same person who was just punishing someone.

“I’m sure you know you didn’t have to do this. I’m served coffee when I want it and how I want it”, he looks at the cup, and then back at you, maintaining a cool atmosphere between you two.

“I know.”

“You know, and you still did something irrelevant like this.” He stares you up and down, his gaze almost humiliating with dominance.

You shrug your shoulders, Pantalone’s straight face for a moment making your heart sink and you catch yourself feeling guilty.

“I just did it.” At that message, Pantalone had no reason to lash out at you, and seeing you so confidently respond to him in a calm manner almost instantly convinced him that you did it from the bottom of your heart.

“Well, thank you.” He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip. You even remember that he has diabetes type I, he thinks. How considerate of you.

Pantalone puts the cup back on the desk and his face turns from the angry, irritated due to his subordinate's failure of performance, and his weary expression drops, the softest of smiles occurs on his lips.

"You know, I really appreciate the smallest things you do for me." Is the only thing he says before taking a seat back to his chair and opening his laptop. It was a sign for you to leave, you presume, so you bow to him and make your way to the exit, but right before you leave, Pantalone calls you:

"If you'd visit me afterhours, I might return you a favour by treating you to a nice dinner", his face insufferably serious once again, as if the polite businessman he is, he attempts to maintain the coolest of composures.

You smile at him and bow formally once again, "I'd be most glad to join you."

[chickengoldnuggets2]

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A PAANI AND KWAZII INTERACTION. IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEM. and then school decided to slam me with projects and obligations

i will still get this out because I've been wanting to do something with my designs for a bit, so here im sharing two sketches from the concept art i thought were particularly silly.

with the addition of a hideous old sketch that was supposed to be paani but the subject is frankly better pitched as a dogman style surgical fusion between curious george and the man with the yellow hat.

i ought to be nice to my past self though because without those ugly stages i wouldn't have been able to end up with something i liked :]

anyway while I don't exactly ship paani and kwazii i think their relationship can be explored in many interesting ways... specifically their mostly one sided rivalry

(keep in mind i am still not done watching above and beyond i am savoring it slowly)

paani is daring and off his feet more than on his feet like kwazii but he also has a scientific specialty and is very knowledgeable with the way the world works, and because of that he appears to be more of a tool to the octonauts than kwazii.

this is an offhand(not meant to be psychoanalyzed) example thrown at the wall here but in that one above and beyond episode where kwazii really wanted to go on a mission to investigate running water in the antarctic, even hyping himself up as the one to go, barnacles chose paani over kwazii. and yeah this is because water is paanis speciality and not kwazii's speciality but there's a whole bunch of what-ifs in my mind ABOUT that rivalry. like what if those little things add up. what if someone who's exactly like you is basically more fixed up and more of an asset than you. what if your colleagues admire that person more for their drive and spontaneity whilst making jokes about how nonsensical and rowdy you are. these thoughts wouldn't be a blaring spiraling siren in kwaziis mind but rather a dominating, quiet presence tucked away in the dark. one he can't see but he knows is there.

and fostering that relationship with paani, a fairly content and pure-of-ill-intent guy, inevitably forces kwazii to confront his perception of him and himself. and even better if paani wasn't the only one who kwazii was jealous of (this could be practically everyone on the octopod). his low self esteem is the common denominator and that would be further fueled by the above and beyond-octoagent operation where all these new people with various different skills and personalities are introduced and suddenly he isn't being picked for every single job he wants to do neow

but ofc kwazii is special he's the funny pirate guy haha he's meant to be the one to spring in first and get your nerves jumbled haha (and ik, characters aren't two dimensional. kwazii can be cautious and paani can be stubborn and peso can be brave and barnacles can be scared and tweak can make mistakes and dashi can not serve sometimes)

anyway that was mostly about kwazii and not paani and kwazii 💀 i just wanted to get some ideas out my brain

[ohmytyong]

serein

⤹ now playing: sunny days by wave to earth

PAIRING: boyfriend!haechan x female!reader

GENRE: fluff !!

WARNINGS: mentions of food, pet names (love), explicit language (shit)

WC: 0,9k

A/N: happy birthday to the loveliest boy<3

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the droplets of rain pattered on the double-glass window like dog paws on a wooden floor. it was the ripe beginning of summer, yet the weather felt particularly capricious today.

june didn't feel like june, you thought, as your arm hair raised with a sudden shiver that passed through your body, which was caused by a customer who opened the door to the convenience store, letting the rainy wind follow him as the door closed behind him with force. you hugged your body, trying to stay warm in your boyfriend haechan's mahogany varsity jacket. he had noticed your shiverings earlier during your walk at the beach, and he insisted on giving it to you. you argued, saying that he needs to stay warm too, but you were smart enough not to keep on arguing with him because, at the end of the day, he always won.

"so, buldak ramen?" haechan asked with his back turned to you, as he tilted his head to the side to take a peek at your confirmation. "always" you answered and he smirked with a tiny nod. he placed your order inside the basket he was holding and continued roaming in the aisles in an attempt to create a full meal out of instant ramen and other pre-packaged food.

the activities you had planned for the day didn't turn out the way you wanted; the two of were meant to go on a picnic date at the beach and stay out until later just to watch the sunset. your date began like this indeed, with a walk along the beach, yet the moment your laid your blanket on the sand, the first rain droplets started to fall.

haechan didn't mind this change of plans; you, however, sulked and pouted all the way back because your beautiful date idea was ruined. the beginning of summer was also ruined, and above that, your boyfriend's birthday was ruined.

haechan's spontaneous personality as always managed to save the day. he took you by your hand and held you all the way back to the city until he stopped at the first convenience store you found on your way. "let's grab something to eat. we can still get a view of the beach here if we sit by the front window" he said.

so you sat down at one of the stools on the tall tables by the window, waiting for haechan to finish paying for your food. you insisted on treating him as an early birthday gift, but he whined and fussed about it. "what kind of gentleman am i if i don't treat my girlfriend to some dinner?" he said. he won once again.

you didn't have to turn around to see him taking a seat next to you. his warm aura, his scent similar to the fresh air that engulfs the atmosphere on the first morning of summer was enough to make his presence known. he had already prepared your food. he placed the ramen cups on the table and slid yours in front of you, handing you a pair of chopsticks afterwards.

"did you enjoy our time together today?" he asked you as he munched on his food. you shrugged. "i did, haechan, but our date was ruined."

your boyfriend rolled his honey eyes playfully at you and nudged your shoulder. "oh, come on now," he dragged each syllable in an annoying manner, "we can do the picnic another time. you always focus on all those trivial things and let them ruin your mood. just the fact that i spent time with you today is enough for me," haechan said as he squeezed your cheek, dragging it upwards in an attempt to turn your frowny grimace into a smile.

"you're too positive, you know?" you said, taking his hand in your lap to play with his fingers. "aren't you mad we missed the sunset?"

haechan took control of your hand, playing with your fingers now. this game always turned into a little fight and kept going on forever until one of you eventually gave up. it would mostly be haechan who would win, as his competitive nature would cheat by tickling your sides with his free hand, making you laugh and lose your grip over him. this time, he decided to remain calm because he tended to be quite shy in public.

"sunsets are beautiful, yes, but we can always see one another time. i'm here, we're together and that's all that matters. that's the only birthday present i need right now, love" he said and you smiled at his words, reminding you that you loved him just for that, the sense of comfort he gave you, the feeling of hope for a bright day ahead.

"now that i'm thinking about it," you started and haechan hummed as he leaned his face closer to yours, "you are way prettier than the sunsets, anyway" you said and he smiled in his widest, brightest grin before he closed the gap between you by pulling you into a loving kiss.

just a few seconds later, haechan pulled back in a hurry, taking large sips of his iced coffee and then wincing at the tingling sensation on his lips.

"how spicy is that buldak shit, jeez" he cried and you couldn't help but laugh at the cuteness of his overreacting, taking a moment to appreciate how lucky you were to have this person in your life.

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I wrote something and it didn't really seem long enough to post on ao3 but like... vaguely adult content I guess? I've still not figured how that works (or doesn't) on Tumblr. so have it under the cut. short ineffable phonecall about wall slams

"are you on your way?" Aziraphale asked cheerfully down the phone by way of hello. 

"oh. er. Angel, look, I've had a really shitty day, I think I'm going to stay in my flat and watch shitty TV until I fall into a shitty sleep. I think there's a new series of Love Island on." 

Aziraphale had no idea what that was but he didn't think it sounded like particularly good viewing. "if you're going to wallow and sulk, you can do it at mine. I've got wine, and you can tell me about your awful day and I can make very sympathetic noises." 

"no. I would be extremely poor company." Crowley made a point of switching on the TV and turning it up loud enough it could be heard through the phone. 

"oh I've been tolerating your moods for thousands of years," Aziraphale replied airily. 

"Angel." Crowley gritted his teeth. "I am trying. to tell you. that I don't WANT. to take my bad mood out. on you." 

the pause that followed was unreasonably long. Crowley felt his layers of irritation grow; he was trying to do a considerate thing, trying to grow as a person. if Aziraphale didn't appreciate his efforts he could go stick it. and if he didn't stop being so difficult he was going to find out exactly where in some graphic detail.

"but..." Aziraphale began awkwardly. "I rather think the angelic thing to do would be to absorb your bad mood for you. if you let it fester out into the world, that would be terrible, wouldn't it? but I, well I am a creature of, of love and such like, you couldn't harm me by being grumpy." 

this was utter bullshit and it made Crowley's teeth itch. what the fuck was he doing now? was he actually angling for Crowley to snap at him? 

"I don't mind. I could leave all the doors ajar so you could slam them. I... I'll stand near the wall so you can pin me up against it." 

there was another intense silence, but this time it was Crowley's doing. oh, he was. he was deliberately goading him into this. why would the angel want to be roughed up? completely unwanted, a voice whispered into Crowley's brain: maybe he's into that. angels aren't into that sort of thing, Crowley hissed back in his thoughts. and definitely, absolutely, neither am I. 

"I think it would make you feel better," Aziraphale added very quietly. 

Crowley remembered the last time he had done that very thing; in Tadfield, in an ex Satanic nunnery. he'd pressed his hips up against Aziraphale, just to hold him in place of course, and he'd briefly thought, and then thought it was ridiculous, that the angel might just have had an erection at the time. angels definitely don't get erections from being roughed up in Satanic nunneries. 

"just to be clear," Crowley said, and he'd already switched off the TV and picked up his car keys, "are you doing this to be self sacrificing or because you're... you're..." oh Jesus Christ, Mary, Joseph and a stable full of donkeys, he was actually going to say this out loud because if he didn't say it out loud he was going to spontaneously discorporate. "because you're... getting off on it?" 

there was a very guilty silence. eventually, Aziraphale replied, "are you judging me?" 

"yes. massively. hugely." 

"only I did rather think that time in Tadfield that you definitely got hard holding me against that wall." 

the sound of the Bentley roaring to life rattled out of Aziraphale's old rotary telephone. Freddie Mercury launched into Tie Your Mother Down. "Angel, I'll see you in five minutes. think of something incredibly irritating to say to me as a greeting." and with that Crowley hung up the phone and put his foot down.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Jennie as a Girlfriend

Alright, next up for the girlies is Jennie. I am quite curious as to what she can give me as a girlfriend. So, I will do four sections. The first one will be their light traits. The second will be their shadow traits. Third part I will go into their sexual energy as partner. The last will be any final messages or anything else I can get and also any improvements they can make.

Light traits as a girlfriend:

She is a fighter and someone who stands by principle and will defend herself and her partner if anything is unjust and unfair for them. She likes balance and things to be fair, so she will stand on that and speak up for others who are treated unfairly. This is an interesting trait for a positive, because I can feel some may not see that as positive, like Korean men, just saying. But you get it girl.

She is very knowledgeable and is someone who is very good at remembering facts and details to things, so if there is anything about her partner she will remember details and facts about them, and she may jot down things about them for her to remember, so she will have a load of information on her partner. These traits are interesting to me so far, because I don't particularly think men would care for these positive traits so much, so it is interesting that these are being pointed out, like would a dude care about a girl remembering details and dates about them, maybe. I feel women would care more about these two traits, just a thought coming to me. I can just be talking nonsense.

She kind of keeps things to herself. She is a private person, so she won't share her partners business to the world. She can also have access to secret knowledge from within herself, could have some psychic abilities, so she is someone who will pretty much understand and have a lot of knowledge and information on her partner. She will just know things about them. They probably won't even need to talk a lot. She would just know.

She has this carefree energy and has the ability to multi-task and do multiple things at once and she is pretty adaptable to her environment. So, her ability to be spontaneous and do things on the fly can be a good thing. She doesn't seem stringent or too strict about things. She is the type to go with the flow. She may be good at balancing her work and love life as well.

I get she is someone knowledgeable, creative and imaginative. She will seem to have lots of ideas and maybe has fun date plan ideas. She may be the one that plans out a lot of the things, so she may make it easy for her partner as she is good with details and planning ahead for things.

Shadow traits as a girlfriend:

She seems to run the show, no doubt when it comes to relationships. She has a sense of arrogance and entitlement, so going along with her need to plan things. She would be the one to decide the plans and maybe dates. I don't think she leaves a lot of room for her partners opinions to come through. She mostly has control of things in the relationship.

Hmm, is there some fear of sexual intimacy with her. I will want to see when I get to her sexual energy, but there is this fear of sex, or not really wanting to be vulnerable with someone, so yeah, that goes with the first message I got. This desire to be in control and not be too vulnerable.

She is the type to cower away, if she is struggling, she sticks to herself and hides a way. She doesn't communicate with her partner or open up to them. She also struggles to move past any struggles she has had in the past, or she doesn't try to work through them, so these struggles spill into the relationship, because she hasn't done the healing work. I do hope she wasn't a victim of sexual abuse, but I can sense that, didn't pick up on it in her perspective reading, but getting a hint of it here.

She kind of follows her own guidance and sticks with that. She doesn't listen to anyone else, including her partner. And she is also extremely mysterious and private, so I don't see her revealing much to her partners at all. They may want to know what she is thinking or why she came to a decision, but she doesn't reveal much to them. She struggles to let them into her world.

Although, I mentioned she can be spontaneous and carefree for her positive traits, it can also lean into negative traits, as she can be too unstable, can be dramatic, and lacks structure. She may not always be all in a relationship, sometimes she is in and others she is out, she isn't consistent. They may not know what they will get from her. Which can be frustrating at times.

Sexual energy as a girlfriend:

So, she is showing a bit of that imbalance when it comes to her sex life. Sometimes she is in the flow and enjoys the process and just lets it happen, but at other times it is a challenge, and she closes up and doesn't want to do it at all.

She can also be demanding and challenging to sleep with at times. There could be tension and frustration that goes along with it. She may feel certain emotions, during sex and she may not be comfortable with those emotions. I can see her pushing her partner away, while in the act, and trying to process what she is feeling and trying to sooth herself, rather than want her partner to do it. I wish they didn't give me that visual, but yeah. Because I understand that energy from my on experience.

She seems to have her guard up and it is challenging to have sex, it seems there are many obstacles to enjoy it. It is like she is in defense mode. It should be a carefree, freeing and liberating experience for her, but it is not for her, it can be a struggle, once again, I understand this energy and it can due to sexual trauma, that seems to be coming up here.

She may shut herself off from the act, or just keep things to herself. There is this desire to not want to be intimate or vulnerable. She likes to keep that side to herself. I see her trying to stabilize her emotions and tries to keep her cool and calm. She tries to find balance in her sex life. She tries not to get too emotional and for her emotional stability she tries to intellectualize things.

Okay, interesting message here, so during sex she may try to think of things and try to disconnect, so she doesn't get too emotional. She may also like control and want to plan things out of how things should go to keep and have things be a certain way to limit the uncertainty and emotions that may arise. It is like she communicates this is what I want and how it will go. But I can also see her compromising and trying to listen to her partner, so not sure where that is coming from. She may try, but it can be hard to yield and give in all the way. It is like she would want them to work with her as well, but they may not always do that. This is kind of confusing, so I will end this here.

Laat messages/improvements:

Well, to start they may want her to be more emotionally available and vulnerable and to step into her feminine and emotional nature. To feel more and allow her grace and space to feel. They like her to work on give and take in a relationship. What her partner gives, she gives, it shouldn't be one sided. To learn the art of compromise and working together to build a better future together.

Each person should provide something for another and give time to one another. She should find someone that provides for her and vice versa. She would need to look at it from an emotional standpoint but also be practical about it. Okay, that was a whirlwind. I didn't expect it to be as wild as I thought it would be, but very interesting stuff that came through.

[ladylucksrogue]

300 Followers! 🎉🎉

I want to say thank you to everyone! This is so absolutely amazing and humbling to reach this milestone!

As promised, I will be doing a drabble challenge as a thank you for all the support. The poll a while back showed that a good chunk of people who voted were interested in kiss drabbles, so that is what we are going with! I've done a bit of research and pulled a bunch of prompts from all over the place into a list that promises a bit of everything for everyone I hope!

I will begin doing these in July and continue through July 31st. You can go ahead and get your prompts in as soon as you'd like.

There's no limit to how many prompts you can request, go wild!

Most of you know, I am very ship and let ship and I write for a variety of ships and this will be no different. Even if you don't particularly care for one or the other ship I write, there will likely be something for you, and you can always request what you'd like, so there's that :) All posts will be tagged with rating, ship and content warnings if any. We are keeping this space happy and drama free, thank you :)

Rules:

1. Pick a prompt

2. Pick a pairing I write for (rexsoka, foxiyo, blyla, codywan, Tech/Phee, Wolffe x Liri (my OC), any of my other OC pairings (Bacara x Sariyah, Spider x Iosen, etc), Wolffe x Riyo, etc. I have quiet a variety I have written for, so there should be a bit of choice out there. If you have ideas, questions on pairing I write for, feel free to ask!

3. Feel free to give timeline, setting, etc. Would you like this set in my Unexpected-verse fix it timeline? Is there a particular point in time you'd like it? Are there other characters you'd like as a cameo? Would you like it in my rebellion AU? Another timeframe entirely? During the war, post order 66, etc. I am open for ideas, this is your prompt after all.

4. Let me know if you'd prefer SFW or NSFW

Prompts under the cut to avoid this being a never ending post on your feed :) Thank you all again, you are amazing!

Kissing someone while they talk about something they are passionate about

Kisses after an argument

Kiss while cooking

Lazy kisses

Rough kisses

Neck kisses

Forehead kisses

Morning kisses to wake someone up

“I love you” between kisses

Soft kisses that turn passionate

Kisses between laughs or giggles

Kissing away tears

Spontaneous or surprise kiss

Shorter person tries kissing the taller one, gets frustrated

Kissing in the rain

Accidentally bumping heads while kissing

I missed you kisses

Kissing someone to rid them of a smear of chocolate/cream/ice cream, etc

Flustered kiss

Kissing down their body

First kiss

Goodbye kiss

Discovering a sensitive spot kiss

Hungry kiss

Not being able to speak after the kiss

 “I wasn’t planning on falling for you, you know.”

 “I dare you.” / “To what?” / “Kiss me.”

 “That wasn’t part of the plan.” / “No. But it felt right.”

 “It’s been a long day. Come here.”

 “If this is a dream, I’m never waking up.”

 "You’re shaking." / "So are you."

 "Why do you always have to be so stubborn?"

 “You're not going to get out of this with just a kiss.”

 "You always taste like caf."

 That... was not how I thought tonight would go."

 “Let me make you forget.”

 “Your lips are distracting.”

 “Why do you always kiss me when I’m trying to be mad at you?”

 “If I beat you, I get a kiss.”

 "I’m not sorry."

 “Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?”

 “I thought you were dead. You don’t get to kiss me like nothing happened.”

 “Your nose is cold. I should probably warm you up”

 “Do you want me to stop?”

“Wait, was that a thank you kiss or a bribe?”

  “This is a terrible idea.”

 “If you’re going to keep teasing me like that, at least put your mouth to better use.”

 “This is the part where you lean in and kiss me, right?”

“You kissed me through the helmet. That doesn’t count.”

 “Try that again, slower. Right there.”

[dutifullylazybread]

THIS IS MY OFFICIAL REQUEST FOR CAL REALIZING HE'S GOT A CRUSH ON YOU AND CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS HEADCANNONS. LIKE ALL PRE-RELATIONSHIP ACTIVITY. I need to feed the brain-rot

I'M WEAK AND I'M POSTING A DAY EARLY

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS

(I did take some liberties with this list—this list assumes that Cal, Lia, and Rolan stay with the tiefling refugees and all necessary steps are taken to get the three of them safely from the Druid’s Grove to Baldur’s Gate).

I ended up breaking this into two parts—one that talks about how Cal's feelings develop leading into the relationship/confession, and the other part which is a bit more scenario-driven (and it ended up being pre-relationship stuff that led into the start of the relationship itself).

General Headcanons

Cal begins to think that he might like you as more than a friend around the time that he realizes that he always hopes to run into you while out and about. Not in a “Oh, we’re both in the same place at the same time” sort of way but more in a “I hope Tav is there. That'd be nice. Maybe I should invite them?”

He has absolutely hoped to stumble into friends before, but he wasn't too bothered if it didn't happen.

You, however? If you aren't at a gathering, he feels poorer for it.

And when you two spend time together (be this in a group setting or on your own), he’s always stealing glances your way… and he realizes he doesn’t really do that with anyone else.

When someone tells a joke that he finds funny, he looks at you to see if you’re laughing as well. Every time.

He takes every opportunity to be near you. 

Even if you’re just running errands or doing something boring, he is over the moon to be invited along—even if you assure him that he doesn’t have to. His company is always welcome, but you wouldn’t be upset if he chose to go do something more enjoyable. 

“It’s no bother. The work is easier when there are two people to do it.”

If he goes shopping and sees something that reminds him of you, he will get it for you.

If you offhandedly mention that you like a certain type of food, don’t be surprised if he makes it for you. 

And if you ask him what the occasion was, he’ll shrug and say, “No reason,” or possibly, “It sounded like you haven’t had  it in a while.”

Cal strikes me as a very physically affectionate person; so long as you’re okay with hugs, he will embrace you when the two of you meet up and when the two of you part.

Though he does enjoy spontaneous hugs too.

And he does like holding your hand. A lot. 

He is the type of person who will check in to see if you need a drink refill or more food. It’s one way that he likes to take care of you, but he initially doesn’t think much of it, because he would do that for his siblings too.

And while Cal is fairly good at coming to his own conclusions about how he feels, Lia and Rolan most certainly tease him about how he acts around you.

Initially though, he thinks he is just being a good friend. 

Until he hugs you one day, and the hug lasts a moment longer than normal. And he notices how you feel pressed against him.

He realizes that it feels really, really natural to hold you close.

And you smell really, really nice. 

He realizes that you have always smelled that way. He has definitely picked up on it before, but for whatever reason, this time it really sticks.

This isn't a scent kink so much as it's a “I am taking comfort in something that is so utterly familiar and perfectly you” moment.

And then he starts to notice other things.

He likes the sound of your laugh. A lot. 

He particularly likes when he can get you to laugh, because you will look at him, eyes bright and face flushed.

And then there is a moment where your eyes meet, and you hold his gaze, and everything clicks into place.

And if he hadn't already figured out that he has a crush on you, he absolutely does then.

Rolan and Lia point out that it seems like he is daydreaming A LOT lately. And while he might be dismissive of this at first, it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together—he’s thinking of you a lot.

And he is also talking about you much more often. Sometimes he repeats the same stories about you because, honestly, everything reminds him of you.

Rolan and Lia will tell him that he is repeating himself, but he just looks so happy whenever he talks about you.

So they'll usually wait for a pause in his story to lovingly tease him.

While Cal has always enjoyed hugging you before, he is melting into your embrace now. He is constantly looking for excuses to be close to you, to brush his arm against yours.

If he gets too flustered, his laugh raises in pitch and he'll slosh the drink he's holding all over himself.

To make matters worse, you think he's cute when he gets so worked up, and that's enough to make him light headed.

He doesn't strike me as someone who worries over saying the right thing. He isn't agonizing over every sentence, but he makes an effort to be kind. And if he is kind and transparent with people, then everything will be fine and any misunderstandings can, hopefully, be smoothed over.

But around the point that he starts to notice all these things that he likes about you, he starts to really worry about what he says and what you might infer.

Part of me thinks that, if Cal gets really deep into his stress over his crush for you, he becomes a nervous, giggling mess of a person.

This is to the point where he cannot have a discussion with you, because he is so nervous about what he will say.

“This person is incredible. I adore them so much. Oh, Hells, they're looking at me. Oh, Hells, they're gorgeous. OH, HELLS, THEY'RE COMING OVER TO SAY HELLO.”

Cal is clumsy, but when he is flustered, he practically trips over himself.

Will drop anything and everything when you are in close proximity.

Spills drinks and food everywhere because he gets caught up watching you laugh at a joke.

Will have bruises on his thighs, knees, and calves from how often he runs into furniture around you/when he is thinking of you. 

If Cal gets to this point, Rolan and Lia might intervene. They won't speak for their brother, but they will encourage/beg/urge him to talk to you. 

Their persistence will depend on how much Cal is agonizing over things. If he's just quietly pining but is content to spend time with you and it doesn't appear that he is struggling, they'll tease him.

If it's to the point where he is overanalyzing everything he says, they're going to be a lot firmer on him communicating his feelings to you.

“I think I made Tav uncomfortable.”

“Cal, you completely froze up and wouldn't make eye contact with them. They probably think that they're making you uncomfortable. For all of our sakes, just talk to them.”

So, Cal gathers his courage and asks you to go on an outing with him—something the two of you would do regardless of if you were a couple.

He will be nervous. He will be dropping things and bumping into the edges of furniture.

But here's the kicker: if you are nervous, blushing, and generally flustered about being around him, then his nerves will settle a little. Because he has had to be the calm, steady one for his siblings. It's in his nature to be there for others when they are struggling.

So you're both nervous. And you're both stumbling over yourselves.

It becomes a question of which one of you manages to confess first, but for the sake of this list, we'll say Cal manages as you were working up the courage.

And when you reciprocate his feelings and tell him how much you adore him, he looks fit to pass out from how relieved he is.

Your first kiss is clumsy—he bumps your forehead with his and his teeth click against yours. 

But it's honestly perfect.

If you are the calmer of the two, Cal will definitely take comfort in that as well.

“This is Tav. I trust them. They are an incredible person. They have never made me feel like I can't confide in them.”

So he works up the courage and confesses. He wants more than friendship with you. He likes you a lot. He might even be in love with you. He wants to find out.

And he hugs you so, so tightly when you confess that you feel the same.

We're talking a hug so tight and so close that, regardless of how tall you are, your feet are dangling off of the ground as he holds you to him.

Your first kiss is clumsy regardless. But it's perfect, because all your nerves and anxieties melt away in that moment.

And it’s just the two of you. And a world of possibilities has opened up before you.

Scenario-driven Headcanons: Following Game Events - Basically if Cal was a Romanceable NPC - From Crush to The Beginnings of A Relationship

So, personally, I think that Cal likely wouldn’t be considering a relationship while he and his family are fleeing from Elturel to Baldur’s Gate. It’s not that he is opposed to one—he’s just in survival mode. Not only that, but he is also pulling double shifts as Rolan’s and Lia’s mediator. The more time the three of them are on the road, the more his siblings are prone to argue. That just comes with the stress of being exiled from your home and dealing with food shortages and exhaustion. Both siblings have strong personalities and opinions on what matters (Rolan wants to ensure the safety of the three of them; Lia wants to ensure the safety of everyone), so if both have the energy, they’re going to argue. 

In the druid’s grove, the stress is at an all time high. Any day now, they could be turned out by the druids—who would effectively seal the grove off with the Rite of Thorns. And from there, who is to say that the goblins won’t attack? They might be small, but they have the numbers, the weapons, and control of the road. 

And if the goblins won’t get them, what else will they have to contend with?

First impressions are fleeting when you walk into the grove—Cal can’t get a good gauge on your character then.

Though he wasn’t terribly keen on Rolan and Lia arguing in front of everyone, he did appreciate that you diffused the situation… for the moment. 

And at the party? The first time he and his siblings allow themselves to relax, to forget the road ahead for the night, he starts to notice little things about you.

But just because he isn’t considering a relationship doesn’t mean he isn’t developing feelings—he just might not be paying them as much heed as he may if the situation were different.

Things that he might not usually observe with people—the way the corners of your eyes lift up when you smile, for example.

He most certainly likes hearing you laugh. He would like to hear you laugh more.

And when Rolan casts prestidigitation and lights the night sky, Cal finds his attention pulled away from the magic show to you. Your eyes are bright and you are set aglow.

And he finds you enchanting.

When you first walked into the grove, you carried yourself like any scrappy adventurer might. 

But at the party? Out of your fighting gear and not toting around a weapon? You’re… softer. Perhaps not quite as guarded as you would be on the road, waiting for some enemy to barrel out of the brush and attack you.

And he likes that.

And he starts to gravitate to you.

Though he doesn't think much of it, he will check in and see if you need your wine topped off or if you need something to eat. He figures he's looking out for you, perhaps thanking you for helping him and his family.

And you rather like how pleasant Cal is. He’s a breath of fresh air. Beyond getting to chat with you, getting to know you a bit better, he doesn’t seem to have any ulterior motives.

And you like talking to him. He seems to feel the same.

Rolan and Lia most definitely notice. And they will tease him relentlessly.

“You’re practically hanging off of every word they say, aren’t you? I don’t think you left their side for more than a few minutes tonight.”

And it's true. They're just stating the obvious. But they're teasing him. They seem to think he feels more than just friendly towards you.

He's torn between dismissing them out of pocket and considering what they have to say. Rolan and Lia may tease him, but they also have his best interests in mind. 

Because he really, really, likes when you look at him.

And when the two of you part ways for the evening, he does watch you walk away to join your companions.

He definitely lays awake that night replaying your interactions. He gets giddy over the ones that went well, and he cringes and curls in on himself over the moments where he was less than debonair.

While the tiefling refugees travel through the mountain pass, he daydreams about what it would be like if your traveling party and his didn't separate. What if you stayed with them?

How many more interactions could the two of you have had? 

He sees mountain flowers or a blue jay's feather, and he thinks about how, if you were traveling with them, he'd give those to you. He hopes that you would light up, but he would still get an idea of what you liked from your responses.

And then he thinks about how, at the end of the celebration, he said “until Baldur's Gate.” And he starts to think about how much he'd love to explore the city with you.

If you're from Baldur's Gate originally, maybe the two of you got to talking about some of your favorite places. You might have offered to show him around.

And you did suggest getting a pint or two at the Elfsong together. It's a nice enough place.

He makes a note to take you up on that offer.

The mountain pass is a long trek, but he doesn't really notice. His head is in the clouds.

Lia and Rolan tease him over how besotted he is, but it is nice to see him thinking about something other than survival.

And then they cross into the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and the cultists attack. Cal and Lia are separated from Rolan and taken to Moonrise.

Cal is mad at himself for indulging in those daydreams. Maybe he would have noticed the cultists sooner, had his mind been more present.

Every time he thinks about you in that dungeon, he does so with a twinge of shame. 

He doesn't go so far as to fantasize that you'll save him. The situation feels too hopeless. He and Lia mostly talk about Rolan and how they hope he didn't get hurt during the cultists’ ambush.

So when you walk down into the dungeon, traveling companions in tow, he's not sure if he believes his eyes.

Everything that happens next is a blur of activity. One moment, the cell Cal is in has a back wall. The next? It's gone and the path to freedom stretches out before him.

Between escaping the prison and getting onto the boat, he doesn't have the time to think.

When the Last Light Inn is in view, when you tell him Rolan is waiting for him and Lia, that is when everything snaps back into focus.

And when the Harpers check him for a tadpole and nothing happens, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Only for the tadpole to react to you when you approach.

And he panics.

You? You have one of those things in your skull? What does that mean for you? Does it hurt? Is it changing you?

You don't have all the answers either. And that makes matters worse.

He promises to do everything he can to find a cure… He isn't sure what he can do, but he has to do something.

And, once things have settled with Rolan and the inn quiets down for the night (or the closest semblance of night that there is in the Shadow-Cursed Lands) they talk.

Rolan promises to ask Lorroakan if Cal can read through the library in Ramazith's Tower. A wizard, of all people, should know something about ceremorphosis… right?

Should you talk to Cal before you leave for Moonrise again, he will urge you to fight against the tadpole—to not give in. He promises to help however he can, even if all he can manage is to patch your wounds.

And, so long as you are comfortable, he'll hug you. 

He doesn't want to let you go. For a moment, he doesn't think he can.

Because this amazing person, this individual who has saved his life twice and has reunited his family, well, they might die a gruesome death.

And that terrifies him.

But you survive the fight with Ketheric. And as you and your companions gather in Moonrise's throne room, Cal feels at ease. For the moment. 

And he is torn. He wishes that you would travel with them to the city, but he knows that a smaller group will move faster.

Should you speak with him after the battle, he will end your conversation the way he did at the celebration in Act 1.

“Until Baldur's Gate.”

And, should you be so inclined, you could leave him with a kiss on the cheek. He’ll smile bashfully.

“Well, I really hope that there will be more where that came from.”

When he and his siblings arrive in Rivington, they try to cross Wyrm’s Crossing together.

Only Rolan is allowed to pass through Wyrm’s Rock Fortress and into the lower city. He promises to send for them soon. They just need to hold tight and wait in the refugee camp.

But time passes and the communication from Rolan is sparse. So sparse that the two of them are beginning to panic. Rolan would never leave them in the lurch like this. Not unless something was truly wrong. They make plans. There must be other means of entering the city.

And, eventually, you and your companions arrive.

And you're alive. And he holds you close, feeling your heartbeat resonate in his chest.

But he's also frustrated. He hasn't managed to find anything that might cure your ceremorphosis. And now, he and Lia are asking you to look for Rolan. 

He asks you to be careful. He says he feels helpless because he can't cross into the city. 

And watching you head towards Wyrm’s Crossing has him gutted. You’ll likely end up walking into danger, but was he the one who sent you straight into it with his ask?

The days in the camp were miserable to begin with. No one is happy, and the people who live in Rivington are hostile to the refugees. Time drags on.

Cal now has three people to worry about—Rolan, Lia, and you.

Are you and Rolan alive? Did Rolan make it to his apprenticeship? Did you turn into a mind flayer?

And then, a few days later, Rolan sends a letter. 

He asks that Cal and Lia join him at Ramazith’s Tower. For good. They have a home now.

Cal and Lia pass by the Steel Watch and the Flaming Fist patrolling the crossing without incident.

And when they arrive at Ramazith's tower, they find their brother bruised and bloodied, but calm—relieved even.

And after the nerves of the road have settled, after they've cared for Rolan's injuries, and they are sitting in the tower’s study, Cal asks after you.

Rolan keeps the details vague, but he makes it perfectly clear that, were it not for you and your companions, the three of them wouldn't be sitting in that tower. No, if anything, Lorroakan wouldn't have lifted so much as a finger to help Cal and Lia pass into the city.

At this point, Rolan and Lia will gently tease Cal about his feelings for you.

“Well, they certainly know how to stick their nose into other people’s business, but they're tolerable enough. Invite them to dinner sometime.”

It isn't long before Cal is digging through the library, searching for books on Ceremorphosis.

Personally, I think he visits the Society of Brilliance per the suggestion of a shop patron.

And, when he gets there and the society sees how sincere Cal is, they introduce him to Omeluum.

These two hit it off, by the way.

Cal splits his work between reading through massive tomes and talking with Omeluum and Blurg.

He learns more about what it means to be a mind flayer. And he feels that, even if you were to transform, he’d want to be there to support you in whatever way he could.

And then, one day, as he is taking a break and cleaning the tower's study, you step through the portal.

He's speechless. He had realized back at Moonrise that his feelings for you extended beyond friendship, but to see you here? Now?

Rolan and Lia quietly excuse themselves while you two catch up.

You chat with him in the study, but eventually, Cal will ask for you to walk the balcony outside with him.

He is nervous. 

How does he begin to thank you for everything that you have done for him and his family? How does he begin to apologize for not finding a cure?

This interaction will end with Cal asking, “When all of this is said and done… Can I see you again? I'd… very much like to take you up on that pint. To celebrate.”

This interaction can end amicably or with a hug, but should you ask him, Cal will kiss you. He's careful, as if worried that one wrong move will ruin the moment. 

But, should you wish to continue the kiss, he lets himself melt into your embrace.

And, as he deepens the kiss, he'll hum softly, contentedly.

And, almost bashfully, he will mention that he'd love to show you his bedroom. He even offers for you to spend the night there. With him. Only if you want, of course.

The choice is yours.

He will say to you, either before you bid him farewell on the balcony (or as you are saying goodbye the following morning), “Please come back. Alive. I don't care if you've turned into a mind flayer or not. I just want you.”

But after Elturel's descent, where everyone prayed for the city to be returned to the material plane for life to then go back to normal (only for the Elturelian tieflings to promptly be exiled), he doesn't want to take a chance on things returning to normalcy after the Netherbrain is defeated.

So, before the final battle, the two of you get that pint at the Elfsong. And you talk for hours. 

It is entirely your call if the two of you end the evening by sharing a bed.

If you do, Cal holds you the entire night. He’s almost reluctant to let you go in the morning, because he is frightened that it might be the last time he sees you alive.

Should you and Cal share a kiss at any point in Act 3, he will appear in the grand hall before the final battle.

He jokes that Rolan has been practically obsessed with getting the Tower's cannon in working order. 

If you ask him for a good luck kiss, he will give you one. 

This kiss is urgent. Cal's eyes are squeezed shut as he presses his lips to yours. He is desperately trying to communicate all of his feelings to you in that one moment, and he knows his time is limited.

And then he pulls back with a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours, his thumbs running down the line of your jaw.

“Come back, alright? I’ll be here, ready to patch you up. I… I love you."