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bueckersworld · 22 days ago

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halley’s comet

synopsis: on a rainy afternoon in the campus library, you meet paige bueckers by chance. what starts as a quiet moment turns into something soft and unexpected — a slow-burn connection that feels a little like fate, even if she doesn’t believe in it.

content warnings: soft romantic tension, slow burn, themes of emotional vulnerability and openness, lowercase intended.

authors note: i really like how this turned out, lmk what you think !

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paige never put much stock in fate. she didn’t believe in signs, or divine timing, or whatever people meant when they said meant to be. that kind of thinking belonged to dreamers and poets — the ones who found meaning in broken clocks or streetlights flickering at just the right moment.

she preferred plans. structure. routine.

get up. go to practice. finish class. get it done.

repeat.

don’t stray too far. don’t get distracted.

so when she ended up in the library on a tuesday afternoon — not because she had to be there, but just because the rain felt too heavy to walk through without purpose — it felt like a pause. a detour. but not a sign. not anything more than a quiet place to sit and be still for a while.

it was mostly empty. the second floor always was. paige liked the way it wrapped around you — tall windows, rows of shelves, the occasional whisper floating by but never lingering. she sank into a chair near the back, stretched out her legs, and let the rhythm of the rain tapping on glass lull her into something soft and shapeless.

she wasn’t reading. not really. her eyes skimmed the words on the page, but none of them stuck. her thoughts drifted, slow and unhurried, like everything inside her had finally exhaled for the first time that day.

and then she heard it.

a hum. quiet. warm. a little off-key in a way that made it feel real. not a playlist, not a ringtone. a person.

you.

you didn’t notice her at first — not when you turned the corner with a coffee tucked between your arm and your ribs, a stack of books in your hands, and a bag that kept slipping off your shoulder like it had a vendetta against you. you looked like someone who’d taken on too much without really meaning to. maybe that’s what caught her attention.

you were muttering something under your breath — maybe a lyric, maybe a complaint, maybe both — when one of the books slipped. it hit the floor with a quiet thump, and your coffee wobbled dangerously.

paige stood up instinctively.

you blinked up at her, startled, as she knelt to grab the fallen book. and when you smiled — crooked, sheepish, like yeah, that was embarrassing but also kind of funny — paige felt something flicker in her chest. not big. not explosive. but definite.

“you okay?” she asked.

“i swear i’m usually more graceful than this,” you said, laughing softly.

paige handed you the book, her fingers brushing yours. your skin was cold from the rain, or maybe hers was just warm from sitting still too long. either way, the contact lingered in her memory for longer than it should have.

you found a spot a few tables down, but you didn’t disappear. every now and then, you glanced over. and so did she.

when she finally got up to leave, you did something paige didn’t expect: you looked up and said, “hey — if you ever want the window seat, just say the word.”

your smile was a little braver this time.

paige smiled back. “i think i like it better when someone’s humming.”

and that’s how it started.

quietly.

softly.

like a comet passing overhead — brief, unexpected, but unforgettable.

after that, the library became something else.

you showed up on tuesdays, sometimes thursdays, always with too many books and a coffee that steamed up the lenses of your glasses. paige started choosing her corner based on where you sat. she told herself it was coincidence the first few times. routine. just like everything else.

but then she started bringing two granola bars instead of one.

and taking her earbuds out.

and looking for you the second she walked in.

the third time, she brought you a book.

it wasn’t much — a small poetry collection she’d picked up from the free shelf near the front. she didn’t even know if you liked poetry. but the cover made her think of you — all soft blues and rain-colored edges — and she figured it was worth the risk.

“i don’t know if it’s your thing,” she said, setting it down on your table, “but it felt like you.”

you opened it right there, gently, like it might fall apart if you didn’t handle it right.

you didn’t say anything for a moment. then you looked up and said, “thank you. i’ve never had anyone bring me a book before.”

and that stuck with her too.

the first time you sat next to her instead of across the aisle, neither of you acknowledged it. she just pulled her legs in to make room, and you placed your coffee between you. your shoulder barely touched hers when you shifted, but she felt it anyway — that small, electric jolt that made her chest tighten and soften all at once.

“you’re quieter today,” she said.

“i hum when i’m nervous.”

she glanced over. “nervous now?”

you smiled without looking up. “a little.”

she didn’t know what to do with that. but it stayed in her head the rest of the day.

she learned things about you in pieces.

you liked reading at night, especially when it rained. you loved sweet coffee but never finished it before it went cold. you always carried pens but rarely used them. you doodled in the margins of your notebooks. you wore sweaters that always hung a little loose, and your socks never matched.

you made the world feel slower. lighter.

like maybe not everything needed to be planned.

sometimes, when it got too quiet, you’d lean over and ask her what she was thinking. and paige — who’d spent her whole life not talking about feelings unless they came in the form of a win/loss record — started answering.

it was raining again the day it shifted.

you were both at your usual table. your hair was still damp from walking in without an umbrella, and she handed you a napkin from her pocket without saying a word. your fingers brushed again.

“what are you thinking?” you asked her, voice barely above a whisper.

paige looked at you. really looked. your lashes were clumped together, your nose slightly pink from the cold, your smile soft like you knew something she didn’t.

she swallowed. “that i want to kiss you.”

your breath caught — barely, but enough.

“okay,” you whispered.

so she did.

not right there in the library, no. she waited until you both stood up to leave, and you paused by the door, turning to say something else, maybe something ordinary. and she didn’t let you. she leaned in, kissed you slow, steady, like she had all the time in the world.

you tasted like coffee and rain and something sweet she hadn’t figured out yet.

and when you kissed her back, it felt like the stars didn’t need to align after all.

maybe they already had.

she walked you home that night.

you didn’t let go of her hand the entire way.

and somewhere deep in paige’s chest, something shifted.

not loud. not blinding.

but soft and steady.

like a comet, circling back again.

right on time.

𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟

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shirefantasies · 1 month ago

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The Hobbit Characters' Love Languages

Just realized I did this for LoTR but I don't think I ever did it for The Hobbit, so enjoy 😉 The Five Love Languages are: Gifts, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Acts of Service! Everyone is said to have a primary two 💖

Balin

Words of Affirmation- So many years, wars, songs, evenings spent by the fire with kindred spirits and strangers alike, have granted Balin the gift of words. Situations witnessed and life under the belt. What words offered comfort to Balin he hopes bring some healing to you. To be the one to reassure you is the greatest gift back he can ask for in exchange for those words and experiences. Clearing the clouds of your mind brings forth the shiniest light that is your smile.

Quality Time- All Balin needs from you is the guiding force of your presence, a warm hand and heart to hold. Life's rich experiences are his greatest treasures, and sharing them with you guilds them beyond all worldly value. More than your vast riches or lack thereof Balin is grateful for the constant you are in his life amidst so much strife, a little chip of beauty he could carry over his heart for all his days. Companionship was the most unexpected boon, yet every time you lie beside Balin, he feels more loved than anything!

Dwalin

Acts of Service- Warrior. Provider. These are monikers given to Dwalin again and again. Never were these words empty, though— every day of his life Dwalin rose and fought for himself and others. Those he holds dearest. His actions reveal his love; they are his love, his embodied care in all choices he makes. Not only will he hold you away from harm and jump to your defense in a fight, but Dwalin remembers everything you tell him. Allergic to something? It shall never appear in your sight again. Your favorite flower? Appears in your sight quite frequently, all lined up in a vase!

Physical Touch- Now this is one that tends to shock, but there is a reason Dwalin does not partake in much touch: it holds great meaning for him. Touch is a sign of comfort, of refuge, a feeling he relishes in alongside connection and chooses not to cheapen. Dwarves have no mind showing physical affection to close friends and family, and Dwalin saves much of this until he is certain you’re his One. From that point on, you will frequently notice a protective hand about your waist or rubbing the small of your back. The way he links his arm with yours in crowds or at any sign of competition or threat. You, now, are joined.

Thorin

Words of Affirmation- Stoic of a dwarf as he is, Thorin knows the value of a well-placed word. Does not speak affirmations not well earned. Being his One has earned you praise he thought impossible. Heartbreak just the same when you struggle to see the beauty, the strength that pierces through to his eyes stronger than any sunbeam. Thorin knows no fear in sharing this with you again and again. Even in little moments of frustration, your beloved king seems to have a key to not just your heart, but your mind, which he knows exactly how to put at ease.

Acts of Service- A natural leader, Thorin is constantly surveying his surroundings, persons included. Especially, even. Awareness is never a struggle for him, as he takes note of necessary tasks and does them, often in silence. You feel constantly surprised by his quiet acts of love upon discovering them, like little gifts of ease granted to you and you alone. To be known, they say, is to be loved, and you feel both beneath Thorin’s attentiveness.

Oin

Acts of Service- Oin knows how to take your pain away, yearns to relieve you more than anything. If your back hurts, you might find a little jar of muscle balm waiting for you. After a fight, you're the first one the healer is rushing to to bandage up unless someone's gravely wounded. It's as if Oin can feel the disturbance in the air when something happens to you the way he rushes over to you with any tools to help you, weapons to fight for you, or supplies to heal you. He is well aware how frustrating it can be if his hearing loss impacts your conversations, so if there's a sea he can cross to help you feel his love, then by Mahal, he's crossing it!

Quality Time- All Oin asks for is good music, good company, and maybe a bit of learning! Nothing is more fun than hearing a new story or the latest medical treatment alike. Beyond this, though, your choice to stay by his side through everything is more than fine companionship. It is a conscious move of acceptance despite his flaws, motion he returns wholeheartedly.

Gloin

Gifts- Physical reminders of his love make and preserve their own memories. Gloin loves to be able to decorate you with all the finest things- he knows you're his treasure, but now you look like it! The craftsmanship of his people is well worth celebrating, too, and what better way than to connect you with it in the most literal sense? Dwarven riches have never looked so beautiful. Years have sharpened Gloin's mind, his shrewd senses memorizing every little thing you love. Your favorite flowers make appearances in every bouquet, the dessert you love most ends your special days, your jewelry is always gold or silver, whatever you prefer! To Gloin, frequent gifts are tokens of how often you stroll through his thoughts.

Physical Touch- What better physical reminder of his love than a protective touch? All who witness Gloin by your side will be well aware of his feelings for you! And in private? He can’t keep his hands off you! Every part of you is sacred to him and he shall worship it to the fullest. Your bond is emotional, spiritual, physical— he carries your image in a locket everywhere he goes, gently stroking the painted curve of your cheekbones when he cannot feel the flush of your cheeks for himself, confirm you are real and before him. Much as Gloin must leave for his duties, his people, coming home to you is the highlight of it all and he will hold you in his arms day and night until you both are satisfied.

Bifur

Physical Touch- Language barriers are nothing to Bifur beyond longer strides to remain close to your heart. Physical barriers in your relationship exist only in the form of personal boundaries. The feeling of your hand in his or vice versa not only exerts a grounding force but is your communication- fear as you suddenly reach for his hand, concern as his thumb runs gently over your hand, love when you hold it tight and refuse to let go, and joy when one of you takes the other's suddenly and pulls them closer. Hand contact is everything to you both, the little taps and signs into each other's palms. Beyond that, it's those other small things like the way Bifur grips your hips to signal a steamier mood or the way he teasingly slings an arm over your shoulders that show this quiet dwarf is in his element in your presence.

Acts of Service- Especially if you do not understand Khuzdul, Bifur is unable to speak his love and reassurance to you. Frustrating as it can be, he's been a fighter for years who feels little fear, especially in fighting for you! You can expect not only a dwarf who literally fights for you, but your weapons always clean and sharp as if by magic, notes in Khuzdul that read only the sweetest things, and being given hell if you don't eat! Bifur is anything but silent in the way he loves you.

Bofur

Quality Time- It may not be a secret that Bofur loves attention, but it's a push-and-pull for him. The attention he gets energizes him and amuses others, and at the end of the day smiles are all he wants to see! Your attention fuels him, warms his heart and quiets the voices swirling deep within his mind that question if he truly is making you happy. If you love someone, in Bofur's mind, all you need to do is show them you're with them. Involved. Similarly, you'll see it in the rapt attention he pays you, the light in his eyes and soft sighs of his chest as you pour out your passions with him as your willing and unending vessel. Bofur's favorite memories are of you singing or dancing together or even just that time you laughed yourself to tears over the dumbest thing he'd ever said and he swore he could never be more head over heels.

Physical Touch- Touch with friends is casual; it may seem meaningless or universal from Bofur. Such claims crumble at the base every time his gloved hands surround yours in the cold. Whenever you’re the only lap he throws his legs over even before his brother’s. When he hugs you tightly enough to intertwine your heartbeats and clothing and breath until Bofur becomes a part of you and you him. Upon even the most minute gestures like laying a hand over yours at the fire or slinging an arm over your shoulders while you laugh lies the mantel of your rule of his heart.

Bombur

Quality Time- Good company is valued above all else to the Ur Clan, not gold or a single location or even the finest delicacies. Without loved ones, what meaning does life have? All Bombur needs is time with you, to know you are there by his side. He’s never been a fancy dwarrow. All he desires is a big family, a lot of laughs, and maybe just secretly your undivided attention! The feeling of your eyes on him, of him being the cause of your smile, feels so unreal every time and he can barely get used to it. Doesn’t mean he won’t try, though!

Acts of Service- All his life, Bombur has been a provider. To love someone is to feed them, to keep their home well and inviting, to make a difficult day a bit easier. The relief on your face when you learn he’s drawn you a warm bath, the way your eyes turn up in pleasure at the taste of your hot meal, it all feels like love to him. The warmth of his provisions, Bombur hopes, mirrors the warmth in his heart he holds for you and you alone.

Dori

Quality Time- Chatting with you over tea is Dori’s lifeblood. To see you, to hear you, to catch up on everything be it your worries or the gossip you heard or your favorite fascination for an hour on end! Much as he enjoys the finer things in life, such is nothing to feeling loved as is seeing your eyes locked within his, your reflection in the blue, building a house and a home and a life together. It’s all he wanted to have a companion, a new family outside the one he headed that was just for him. That he chose himself and has the utter privilege of seeing choose him every single day.

Words of Affirmation- Tutting and fretting over you may elicit a laugh or an eyeroll, but as time passes you realize Dori only hovers over those he fears losing. Having lost his parents, he values a vocal presence of guiding; it symbolizes a love powerful enough to drive constant thought as well as action. As much as he voices concerns, he voices his care. He voices his fears and even louder your virtues. Shares as well as he listens over tea or in the kitchen together. Dori wears his heart upon his sleeve and his—surprisingly silver—tongue.

Nori

Physical Touch- Cliché? Corny? Maybe. What else can he say but that he likes the feeling of your skin beneath his? Words were never his strong suit, rather confirmation via his actions, desire and appreciation and sometimes even reverence summoned from his fingertips. In the past, these motions were never drawn out so, but his love for you has Nori relishing in taking his time, in not just enjoying but truly discovering you. Finding the sensations that make you smile, giggle, fluster, or even turn your attention completely to him are joys unmatched. He never thought it possible to so beyond enjoy someone so much before you came along.

Gifts- Ever the sneak, Nori takes great joy in not just presenting you with endless delights, but stowing them cleverly away for you to find throughout your days. Shining as your countenance and presence are, Nori is determined to be the reason that becomes literal, sparing no effort to present you with dwarven metals and gems. Knowing your preferences, if you do not wear jewelry he will not be deterred! You'll be presented with beads or other items for your hair- anything that shows your beloved dwarf has claimed you wholeheartedly. Once Nori finally gives his heart away, he finds himself ready to give everything else away, too, if it goes to you. By his hand on your knee and his family name on your bead, there is to be no doubt of his choice.

Ori

Quality Time- Character exceeds all for Ori, who only wants a kindred soul to enjoy life with. A simple dwarf, he asks not for the greatest skills, only the biggest heart. The fact that you take the time to listen to him, to share, and see him as an equal you choose to spend your time with brings his heart to bursting! That choice makes Ori feel loved more than anything. That you always sit by his side and no one else’s, that it’s him you sit down with for a cuppa and come to first with news, good or bad. Every little moment like that deepens your bond and serves a far greater purpose in Ori’s mind than some others might think.

Gifts- While he may pay little heed to how often you gift him, Ori adores showing his love for you with the many things he makes. Something about creating or finding something that's just perfect for you feels right to him, a way to show that swirling at the back of his mind always is you. Everything you love, everything you need, it is patiently stored by Ori. Your smile, the way you light up upon being surprised, is fuel to the fire of his heart for the whole day and then some!

Fili

Acts of Service- Self-sacrifice is in his nature. Fili is no martyr, his mind simply tunes into the hearts of those around him and bleeds for the many needs he witnesses. You are no different, your every plight falling within Fili’s watchful eyes. Fili has given you the shirt off his back, carried you to safety when injured, even insisted Oin teach him every method to cure your natural aches and pains. Never does he resent your needs, though; no, your needs are his, for your happiness is shared. Difficult tasks for you might be easy for him, so why not bring you joy in the process? What good would he be if he did not make your life better than when he found it? You did the very same to his. Every move he makes reaffirms his conscious decision to make you a part of his life forever.

Words of Affirmation- The glint of the stars, brighter light than the wealth of any mountain, Fili's own heart, and every one of your names shall be all the reason you seek if you question the lengths he goes to for you. Defense of you in any confrontation comes naturally, be it your character, your purpose, or any other unfounded target being aimed upon. Fili voices his thoughts as they rise to his head, uttering wonderfully intrusive praises as he sees how beautiful you look, feels a warm rush of gratitude upon reflecting on how much you mean to him.

Kili

Words of Affirmation- Kili is swift with his words, always armed and ready to unsheathe them for any purpose. They are quick, charming, but with you, romantic. Poetic, even. Statements not just of his love for you, but touting your many qualities as if you hung the stars themselves and tossed them to him as falling meteors glittering down from space. You shine such a light into his life, his eyes, that he simply must reflect it back to you in the form of sharing exactly what he loves about you and why even what you see as your worst qualities deserve redeem. After all, you do the same for him, and you look amazing while you do it! Despite the bravado you may see, Kili gives the love he needs most, and hearing your sweet and heartfelt words has moved him to tears. With you he is no second, he is whole and reminded of your shared claim daily.

Physical Touch- The way Kili’s hands trace your form aligns with his slick words, but the way his body relaxes against yours, his hands seek yours in times of fear, is a sign of something greater. Every touch of his is a silent statement of his complete trust of you, the same trust you see when he lays his forehead against those of his family. Would that you not have provided Kili a shoulder to cry on without judgment, stories unlike none he’d ever heard, laughed at his every joke and made him bellow with his own laughter, he would not feel so safe with you as an extension of himself. A hand resting upon your hip or over yours speaks volumes from Kili.

Bilbo

Quality Time- Silence doesn’t bother Bilbo, at least not with you. From years of awkward attempts to occupy its void comes sweet, sweet relief at the knowledge of your presence with no expectations. He needn’t speak, simply hold you or sit by your side while you both embark on your quiet reading adventures or perhaps do a bit of knitting or crochet. Time has passed such as to ease Bilbo’s worries as to your inner thoughts, your words and actions contradicting any apprehension he has ever held. Unlike most, your presence fuels him rather than exhausting him. How else does he know it’s love?

Acts of Service- Meek as he claims to enjoy his life, Bilbo is a hobbit of action; sitting idly is not his hobby, but his reward. Similarly, in relationships he feels complacency is the enemy and works tirelessly to prove his love and— even as you remind him he needn’t— earn yours. Housekeeping is his everything, so you will soon be used to him sweeping up your dishes into his hands to wash, organizing your things back to the way he knows you like them, repairing torn clothing. After all, neither a Took nor a Baggins leaves their beloved wanting!

Thranduil

Gifts- Lavish is an understatement when describing the Elvenking, the majestic and elegantly adorned figure who had taken you beneath the velvet folds of his affection. The finest clothing is draped over you, gorgeous jewels of your chosen color will rest over your heart, encircle your wrists and fingers. Luxury existing beyond conspicuity, for Thranduil wishes the best in life upon you, especially if you had not been raised with it. His wealth can attain meaning if it improves your life…and marks you as his in the process.

Physical Touch- Thranduil embraces sensuality. The ecstasy of your warmth meeting his. The shivers he feels upon trailing his hands along your hips or spine bring a smile to his lips unfailingly. Beyond that, however, is the physical anchor your contact provides. Tethering him to this plane despite the ephemeral nature of his life, loves prior, connection to his subjects in a time of isolation. You hold him in the more silent moments as well as the loudest moments of love and ravishing, drying tears or simply feeling your joined heartbeats sharing a loving rhythm.

Feren

Acts of Service- Manifestations of this sort come in the form of Feren’s sheer dedication to caring for you. It is his greatest joy to restore your vitality at the end of the day, to gently guide you into a state of relaxation and have a direct hand in your beauty and happiness. Cleaning and taking care of your hair is his favorite; Feren’s hand is nothing but gentle whether he is massaging your scalp and rinsing it or performing any other upkeep like oiling your hair, applying curlers or a bonnet, or braiding or tying it. If anyone knows the feeling of a long day, it is he, and lightening your burden is not just what he would want, it is a weight off his own heart to watch the smile spread across your face.

Gifts- You compare Feren to a crow the way he collects what he sees. Nearly every day your beloved is bringing you some bounty home, be it flowers or chips of crystalline stone he found or even seeds to plant your own garden from the few points of life still glimmering deep in Mirkwood’s heart. Feren’s gifts of nature show you the heart he does not always reveal, the eyes he casts upon not only intruders but the entire woods. He considers every day a promise to you, every token a sign he kept his word to return to you and build your life together piece by beautiful piece.

Bard

Quality Time- He’s lived without money all his life; material possessions are fleeting things with little capacity to craft true joy. Nothing in the world, however, can replace the unique human souls Bard has come to know. Yours beyond included. Bard will sacrifice a few more hours’ work to see the game you’re building with his children, tell others and hold up a hand the moment they interrupt you. When many more years have passed and he goes on to be with his many fathers, Bard will grasp not for any riches, but for your hand before he awaits your joining him.

Acts of Service- It takes a real man to put himself in the place of his words, and Bard will be caught dead before he is a liar to you. Keeping promises is incredibly important to him, so you will have utmost confidence in the things he says he will do being completed. Being with a tradesman means you’ll often find things repaired before you even had a chance to ask Bard about them. Such is his way of showing you never leave his thoughts even amidst work and fatherhood— you are simply your own kind of important!

Beorn

Acts of Service- Words fail him. He speaks directly, spent years alone where words were of little use to him. Sometimes he is rendered silent in your presence, unsure what he could even say or how genuine it would seem. Second nature to him, however, is work. Effort. Effort you are well and beyond worth. A hot drink and breakfast ready for you every morning, flowers left where you'll find them. At the end of a long day, Beorn takes great pleasure in sitting you down, bathing you gently and scrubbing you hair, preparing it for your sleep whatever it needs. Words may fail him, but Beorn's every motion is an ellipse orbiting the sun you've brought to his solitary life.

Quality Time- The more space you occupy in Beorn's life, the more of a fixture you become. Altering his carefully curated routine in the best way, your presence is sheer comfort. Existing side-by-side even in silence returns his energy in a way he never thought possible. Sitting there whittling while you knit, Beorn's heart swells with a warmth of home and family that once felt beyond the realm of possibility. Domesticity is the cornerstone of all he fought and bled for, and despite his former assertions that his cottage was his and his alone, he dreads any day of returning home to it void of your presence.

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pjmxtra · 3 months ago

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Can you write something with riki with a reader with daddy issues ?? smut or fluff or both u choose i love your fics sm 😭😭

i’m not him ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

paring: 니키 x gnr

warning: angst to fluff, daddy issues, mentions of yelling, not being good enough, reader is smaller than riki

an: thank you sm for the request! i decided to do fluff for this once since it hit so close to home and i can’t bear writing it rn. hope it was up to your expectations and thank you again for the compliment on my writing!

The fights were inevitable.

Your father would come home exhausted, head pounding, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. You always knew the signs — the way his keys clattered sharper than necessary onto the counter, the slump of his body as he threw himself onto the couch, the way his eyes glazed past you like you weren’t even there.

But you were young — too young to understand how someone could be present and so absent all at once. So, you did what any little girl would do: you tried. You tried to fill the heavy silence with bright smiles and endless chatter, desperate to pull him back, to make him see you. You spoke about everything and nothing, heart wide open, hoping he’d listen. Hoping he’d love you loud in return.

Instead, he’d snap.

Sharp words. Cold eyes. A harsh tone that made your chest cave in.

“Just shut up already,” he’d bark, and you would crumble, every time — running to your room, stifling your sobs into the pillow. You learned young that your voice could be a weapon against yourself. That love could be conditional. That your presence could be too much.

And so you grew quieter. More careful. You weighed your words before you spoke them. Measured your laughter. Softened your footsteps. You became an expert at shrinking yourself until you were almost invisible — anything to avoid the shame of being too much, too loud, too you.

When you started dating Riki, you made it your silent mission: Don’t be annoying. Don’t be too much. Stay small. Stay safe.

Maybe then he wouldn’t leave.

Maybe then you’d be enough.

The clock struck twelve when you heard the door creak open, the soft shuffle of tired footsteps echoing through the cold, dim apartment. You sat curled on the couch, a half-watched show playing to an empty room. The second Riki stepped inside, you shot up, forcing a bright smile onto your face.

“Hi, Ki!” you chirped, voice higher than you intended.

Riki’s face, pale and drawn with exhaustion, barely lifted to meet your eyes. His duffel bag slipped from his shoulder with a heavy thud, and he dragged himself over, dropping onto the couch beside you. His body sprawled out, limbs heavy, every move soaked in fatigue.

Still, you tried. “How was practice, Ki?” you asked, carefully, sweetly, trying to wedge yourself into the growing space between you.

“Fine,” he mumbled, eyes closed.

You kept talking, desperate to fill the emptiness. “Mine was good too! Kinda boring without you though. I did catch up on that new show we started — the one you said looked cool? I think you’d really like it, it’s got—”

He let out a heavy sigh, cutting through your words like a blade.

“Look, I’m tired, okay?” he muttered, sitting up with effort. “Let’s talk about this later. I’m gonna go shower.”

He left without a second glance.

The silence he left behind was louder than any scream.

You sat frozen for a moment, the weight of your own words crashing down around you. The smile you had so carefully stitched across your face fell apart at the seams. Your throat tightened, a lump swelling that you couldn’t swallow down.

You annoyed him. You made him leave.

The sound of the shower running in the distance only sharpened the ache inside you, anchoring you to the reality you didn’t want to face. You curled tighter into yourself on the couch, arms wrapped around your middle as if you could hold yourself together.

You didn’t realize when you started crying — it came slow at first, a sting behind your eyes, a soft hitch in your breath. Then harder, faster, until you were gasping, your chest heaving under the pressure.

You crawled into bed alone, pulling the blanket up to your chin, curling into the smallest shape you could manage. Maybe if you were small enough, quiet enough, you wouldn’t be a burden. Wouldn’t be too much.

When Riki joined you later, the mattress dipped under his weight, his body sinking in beside you. His warmth should’ve been a comfort — but the gap between you felt like a canyon. His arm slung over your waist, but it was loose, half-hearted, almost mechanical. You could feel how far away he was.

And still, the noise in your head wouldn’t stop.

You pushed him away. You made him tired of you. You’re too much.

A soft, broken sniffle escaped you before you could bite it down. Immediately, Riki stirred.

“Baby?” His voice was thick with sleep, but sharpened instantly with concern. He propped himself up on one elbow, peering down at you through the dark.

“Why you crying?” he asked, voice rough and bewildered.

You shook your head desperately, trying to hide your face from him. But Riki was relentless when it came to you — he pulled gently at your shoulder until you were facing him, your tear-streaked face bathed in the faint moonlight.

His heart twisted painfully at the sight.

“Oh, angel,” he murmured, sliding closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly into his chest. He held you like you might break — no, like you already were, and he was trying to piece you back together.

You buried your face in his hoodie, clutching the fabric like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out against him. “I didn’t mean to be annoying. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“Mad?” Riki repeated, stunned. His hands stilled on your back. “Baby, no. No. I’m not mad.”

But you couldn’t stop — the words spilled out, messy and gasping, the dam finally breaking.

“It’s just—” you sobbed, voice trembling, “When you’re quiet like that… when you don’t want to talk to me… it feels like I’m bothering you. Like you don’t want me around. And it’s stupid but—” you squeezed your eyes shut, the memory sharp and painful, “it reminds me of my dad.”

Riki froze, heart hammering in his chest. You pressed your forehead against him, words tumbling out raw and broken.

“He’d come home tired and mad. Wouldn’t look at me. Wouldn’t listen. I’d try so hard to make him see me — but I was always just… noise. Annoying. Something to shut up and push away.” You trembled in his arms. “I learned to stay small so they wouldn’t leave. So I wouldn’t ruin everything.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Crushing.

You could hear Riki’s heartbeat, fast and frantic under your ear, as he held you tighter. His big hands cradled your head, wrapped around your back, cocooning you in warmth and desperation.

He kissed the top of your head, lips trembling against your hair.

“I’m not him,” he whispered fiercely, voice cracking. “God angel- i’m not him”

You sobbed harder at his words, the relief and fear and love crashing together inside you.

“I’m not ever going to make you feel like you have to shrink yourself for me,” he said, pulling back just enough to tilt your chin up. His thumb wiped away the tears streaking down your face. His eyes — dark, earnest, burning with something raw and unshakable — locked onto yours.

“I want your voice,” he said, fierce and aching. “I want every piece of you — loud, soft, messy, wild. You’ll never be too much for me, baby. Never.”

You shuddered, breaking apart in his arms as his words wrapped around you like a balm.

“I love you,” he said again, sure and solid. “All of you.”

He kissed you then — your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth — each kiss a vow, a tether pulling you back to him. Slow and tender, steady and real.

His kiss tasted like home. Like a promise you could believe in.

You melted into him, clinging to his warmth, his steady heartbeat, the way he whispered against your skin that he wasn’t leaving — not now, not ever.

And for the first time in a long, long time, you let yourself believe it.

You were safe here.

Safe in his arms. Safe to be loud. Safe to be loved. Safe to be you.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enha fluff #enhypen imagine #enha niki #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #niki angst #ni ki enhypen #ni ki x reader #niki fluff #ni ki scenarios #niki imagines #ni ki #enhypen niki #niki x reader

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saintodo · 3 months ago

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♡ pairing: rafayel x gn!reader

♡ tags: suggestive, unestablished (romantic) relationship but established friendship, reader's not explicitly mc

"Whatcha doing?"

Your head suddenly pops into Rafayel's line of vision as you lean over the back of the couch where he sits in his studio, eyes bright with curiosity.

"Jeez, you scared me!" Rafayel says, though his actions speak to the contrary. "Give a guy a warning next time before you sneak up on him."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"Like you didn't hear me walking up behind you," you bite back. "Or me knocking for that matter. What's so riveting that you can't get up and open your door for your guest?"

You lean further into Rafayel's space, intent on learning what's captivated his attention to the point that he can't even get the door for you. Granted, you knew where he kept his spare key, but still. It's the principle of the matter.

You expect him to show you something related to paint making, considering he spends so much of his free time doing just that. Maybe, some super rare mineral that he had poor Thomas go and acquire for him or some shells that would look like any other shell to you that Rafayel would insist were unique and oh so special.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with a video playing on Rafayel's phone of the man himself. Masturbating. More specifically, fucking himself with his fingers.

"Don't you have any shame at all?"

You scrunch your nose at the unexpected, though not exactly unpleasant, sight and give Rafayel a sideways glance.

"Why should I?"

He grins and spreads his arms over the back of the couch. Twilight waves brush against your shoulder as Rafayel tilts his head back and looks up at you. Infuriatingly and effortlessly charming.

"Because it's the middle of the day and you're looking at your nudes," you deadpan.

At this angle, you no longer can see Rafayel's phone screen, but the video continues to play — soft wet sounds of skin against skin filling the lapse of conversation.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done the same,” he waves you off.

You roll your eyes. Again.

“Even if I have, I wouldn’t do it when i’m expecting company,” you huff. You cross your arms over your middle, leveling Rafayel with a glare that has no real heat behind it. “We’re supposed to hang out and this is what you do instead?”

"I was deciding which video I wanted to post," Rafayel offers up as an explanation.

It’s no secret between you that Rafayel posts explicit content of himself online. It mainly started out as a hobby of his, but he quickly amassed a cult-like following, so now it’s grown into a side hustle of sorts.

Rafayel sighs dramatically. He rests the back of his hand against his forehead, reminiscent of a damsel in distress. "But none of them are just right."

You snort. "This isn't one of your art pieces, Raf. I'm pretty sure that your followers are gonna eat up whatever you decide on, so just choose one and post it already. I want to hangout.”

“How cruel,” Rafayel gasps at your easy dismissal of him. “Here I am experiencing a difficult dilemma, and you want to abandon me in my time of need.”

“Whatever will you do?” you dryly respond.

You flinch, loudly cursing as you lurch backwards and nearly slip on your ass when, in a flurry, Rafayel suddenly darts upright, twisting to face you.

“You almost made me fall,” you complain. You clutch at your chest, your heart hammering beneath your palm.

“Sorry,” Rafayel says, utterly unrepentant. “I have an idea.”

You warily eye Rafayel. Any sign of moping that was present just moments ago has been wiped clean, replaced by a gleam in Rafayel’s blue-pink gaze that doesn’t bode well for you.

“Do I even want to know what it is?”

“Don’t be like that,” Rafayel lightly frowns, his bottom lip jutting out to form a stupidly perfect pout, “Don’t you want to hear my great idea?”

“No,” you deadpan.

A few seconds pass.

You sigh.

“Fine,” you whine. With a flourish of your hand, you say, “Go on. Tell me all about your great idea.”

“You could star in one of my videos.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?” you say. The words roll off your tongue automatically.

“My followers said they want to see something from me other than solo content,” he says as if that’s explanation enough, which it most certainly is not.

“Okay,” you drag the word out as your brain tries its best to wrap itself around the events quickly unfolding before you. “What does that have to do with me?”

Rafayel exhales and props his elbow up on the back of the couch. He drums his fingers against his temple.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

A frown forms on your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be nice to the person who’s going to do you a favor?”

Rafayel perks up. He shifts, tucking his feet beneath him as he pushes himself onto his knees, palms supporting his weight as he draws closer to you.

“So you’ll do it?”

In one smooth motion, you pull your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Rafayel’s eyes drift to your chest. His gaze follows the motion of your shoulders touching your ears as you shrug.

“Why not?”

You take a step forward, reaching towards Rafayel to card a hand through his hair like you’ve done a thousand times before. Your palm comes to rest at the back of his neck and your thumb presses slightly against the base of his skull, encouraging him to tilt his head back. Rafayel gives easily to your unspoken demand.

You hover above Rafayel, crowding into his space. Your nose brushes against his, lips barely ghosting. He tries to angle his head to catch you in a kiss, but you draw back slightly, right out of his reach. You laugh when a whine escapes him and smooth your thumb over his hair in a placating manner.

“So impatient,” you tease. You press a kiss to the corner of his lips to quell the irritation that’s surely mounting within Rafayel the longer you delay giving him what he wants. “You’re paying for dinner by the way.”

Rafayel’s hands move from their place, deft fingers smoothly slipping into the belt loops of your jeans and firmly tugging, bringing you even nearer. This time, he takes what he wants, stealing a chaste kiss from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“Fine by me.”

#rafayel x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #rafayel smut #lads smut #lads x reader #sin too much #holy.hymns #shrine.love and deepspace #saint.rafayel

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xoluvx · 1 year ago

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Can u do famous reader being in public and fans spotting a ring

oh girl the world would probably stop spinning for a bit. you're walking around with a ring on that finger and there's only one person who could've given it to you.

you were famous so everybody's eyes were already on you, but when you started dating billie the level of fame the two of you acquired was just insane. your relationship was so sacred and it seemed like everyone treated it that way too.

the proposal was a secret and very personal to the both of you, but your engagement was not. you’d agree to not keep it a secret, but you also weren’t going to go to a big magazine and publish anything. it was chill. you’d make a post when you were both ready.

so when you were out doing something so regular and common and the ring was just there - everyone had questions and speculations.

when a fan asked you for a photo you did your usual peace sign and the ring was very clearly in the picture. a gorgeous diamond for her gorgeous diamond, billie's words not mine.

“babe,” billie called out walking around the house searching for you.

“in the living room,” you responded waiting for her to join you.

“look at this,” she plopped next to you on the couch. she flashed her phone, the photo with the adorable girl from earlier displayed on the screen.

“oh yeah, she was sweet” you smile recalling the interaction.

“look at the comment section,” she pursed her lips as you scrolled with your index finger. emojis of rings flooded the comments and several people questioning if it was an engagement ring.

“oh,” the realization hit you. “baby, i’m so sorry” you looked at her with disbelief in your eyes. how could you be so dumb. yes you’d agree to not keep it a secret, but you’d thought you would have the chance to post something on instagram beforehand. even if it was low-key. your eyes started to fill with tears.

“hey hey, it’s okay. i’m not upset,” her voice was soft as she brushed her thumb along the corner of your eye wiping the single tear. “come here,” she opened her arms and you snuggled into her. she wrapped an arm around you, your head in the nook of her neck.

“show me your ring,” she held her phone up, the camera capturing your cuddled bodies. you held your hand up flashing the ring, smiling when you noticed she was taking a picture. she snapped a few photos before kissing your cheek still clicking.

you watched her choose a photo, the one kissing your cheek, your eyes shut mid-giggles. she tagged you on the story and clicked share.

“straight from the source,” she kissed your forehead.

no more speculations.

#billie eilish #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish fic #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish request

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hotdigitallegend · 2 months ago

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what saturn is asking of you this summer *

aries (1st house: identity, self, the mask you wear)

saturn enters your sign, initiating a period of self-reflection and personal growth. it’s time to redefine your identity and take responsibility for your actions.

ask yourself: where do you need to stop charging ahead and start strategizing?

saturn wants you to build stamina.

channel your energy into something that lasts. stop running from stillness.

lead with accountability.

taurus (2nd house: values, worth, money, stability)

solitude can be a powerful tool for transformation during this time.

comfort isn’t always care. saturn is asking you to prune your garden and release the things you cling to out of fear.

root yourself in what actually supports your growth.

gemini (3rd house: communication, thoughts, expression)

speak with intention.

no throwing words just to fill silence.

saturn wants you to listen, pause, and mean what you say.

it’s time to evaluate your social circles and long-term goals. commit to relationships and projects that align with your true aspirations.

cancer (4th house: home, roots, inner self)

hold yourself like you hold everyone else.

this summer is about emotional boundaries.

saturn is asking you to nurture your own structure;

hard work and dedication will pay off in the long run.

leo (5th house: creativity, love, self-expression)

your creative and leadership energies are under scrutiny. saturn challenges you to embody true confidence, not perform it.

can you hold space for yourself without seeking constant validation?

step into a humble leadership by embodying what you preach. embrace new philosophies and commit to personal growth. structured learning can lead to profound insights.

virgo (6th house: daily habits, service, healing)

you are not your productivity.

perfectionism meets reality this summer. your saturn asks: how do you serve yourself with kindness?

saturn is undoing your addiction to the checklist.

slow down. rest on purpose.

ritual over routine. you’re allowed to be unfinished and still divine.

libra (7th house: relationships, balance, mirroring)

choose yourself in the silence.

saturn is asking you to stop folding for comfort.

people-pleasing is a form of self-abandonment.

stand in your truth, even if it costs you company.

saturn’s influence calls for honesty about your needs and boundaries in relationships. this summer isn’t about compromise at any cost.

scorpio (8th house: intimacy, shadow, transformation)

control is not safety.

saturn wants you to release the armor. this summer, dig beneath the surface,

let your emotions breathe.

show your underbelly. vulnerability is power when it’s chosen.

sagittarius (9th house: expansion, truth, vision)

focus is your freedom.

saturn wants you to pick a path and walk it with intention.

your saturn challenges your ideals, pushing you to ground your philosophies in reality. travel, education, and belief systems need a foundation

discipline is a key.

capricorn (10th house: legacy, career, reputation)

you don’t have to earn your existence.

you’ve worked enough. saturn is asking you to soften.

your natal saturn urges you to restructure your emotional foundations. this summer’s work is rebuilding from the inside out.

make space for joy that doesn’t come with a price tag.

aquarius (11th house: community, dreams, innovation)

your weirdness needs roots.

mental clarity and communication are key. your saturn demands precision and responsibility in how you express your ideas.

saturn wants you to build the world you’re dreaming of, and not just theorize about it.

pisces (12th house: soul, endings, the unseen)

spiritual bypassing won’t save you.

saturn’s move out of your sign signals the end of a long chapter. you’re being called to embody your lessons fully and step into a new level of self-mastery and groundedness.

boundaries. structure. rituals that keep you real.

turn your intuition into a practice.

#see saturn and Pluto #astrology #transits #summer #astro community #astro observations

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3uthym1c · 1 year ago

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𓆩⚝𓆪 ☒ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝! 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ⸱ ִֶָ . ָ࣪

Ꮺ Read before getting into your group please! THERE IS A MESSAGE FOR EVERYONE AT THE END!!!

Hey y'all, it's me and I'm back. I told y'all I don't have a PAC uploading schedule 😭. I honestly just do it whenever I feel that I have the energy and then recharge. Perhaps when I'm in my "tarot reading hibernation" I'll take free requests so stay tuned (I'll have to figure out rules for requests first 😭).

Remember that you can pick more than one and to choose what resonates and STAY HYDRATED!!! I've never done a love reading before so feedback would be very appreciated.

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For physical features I see that they have brown hair (light or dark brown). For some, your partner might have dreads, locs, or very intricate braids. Their skin may be brown or tanned (or tan easily). They have such an infectious and bright smile, it's like their whole face lights up and it's so beautiful to everyone seeing it. They're muscular, but in skinny way? I don't know how to explain it. Kind of like runners? As for their clothes or clothing style, they might wear either all black or white with a few pops of color. Like an example would be a dark t-shirt with a bright red collar thing and a necklace with a big yellow crystal.

They carry so so so much enthusiasm. Right off the bat they just bring a light very few can bring. They bring so much to people just by existing. inspiration, hope, enlightenment even? They don't even have to be extroverted they just have and give so much energy. They have so many silly little thoughts they share every now and then that seem to come out of nowhere. Their biggest character strength is gratitude. They feel so thankful for everything and everyone and they'll let you know. Oh my god pile 1 you're so lucky this person is so in love with life and will make you in love with life even more than you currently do. They will make you love being human the and feeling and tasting and dancing and experiencing that come with it. It'll have you seeing beauty in the everyday things.

Right now they're going through some really intense spiritual transformation. They need to learn to ask for help when they need it. They'll do well though. They'll find a lot of things could've been solved by just asking for help. Both you and them are at the beginning of your journeys (that doesn't mean your journey is long though), so if you guys think things are already good then I'm thinking of the phrase "universe, show me how good it can get". They're such a good cook & baker by the way. They have a lot of earth and fire placements. Extremely romantic in both the loveydovey type and the artsy sense.

When you come into their life it's very much random and unexpected. My sister just unexpectedly found an item that cleans her flute so I'll take it as a sign that you guys meet at a music / dance event or concert. Perhaps in the same class taking music lessons. Also random message: this meeting is just unavoidable, no matter what you do they'll find their way to you so don't worry. Even if you guys meet, have a conversation, and leave, you guys will keep bumping into each other. Months into your relationship, both of you will look back at this meeting as something purely magical. If they don't believe in fate or magic or some higher power, this will change their mind.

I'm also hearing, "It's so beautiful how deeply you feel." You may have been looked down on for being "overly sensitive" and "caring too much" but they very much appreciate it. Also hearing "Whatever you say, beautiful." like if you told them to do something crazy they wouldn't even question it. Literally remembered this image:

🍈 ☒ Key Words / Items / Etc: The Chariot (representing them), Ruby, the word "baroque", Soprano, Clownfish, Horses, Bells, Lemons, roses, letter S.

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Straight dark brown or black hair, they like wearing more simple outfits most of the time with neutral colors but there will be days where they're like "screw it I'm going to dress all fancy just to go to the library". Often carries a backpack or suitcase or purse everywhere. Worst case of RBF (resting bitch face) ever, but their face is so gentle and pretty too. Maybe wears black glasses (maybe prescription maybe not). A little random but you might find that they look so hot when they're focused? Really nice hands, they might like to wear rings or gloves. Would probably let you paint their nails.

But when you get to know them they're actually goofy and sometimes they don't even know it. "Apartment complex? I find it quite simple actually." vibes. I think a lot of people don't like how confident they look and say stuff like "They think they're better than us." when they never even act like that. Warning they have so many haters and it isn't because they even did or said anything, people see them and their confident energy and assume so so SO much about them. They don't know that though, because to them it seems like they hate your S/O for no reason and they're so confused. In reality they're so soft and kind hearted.

Random thing - they might really like penguins? They have ungodly amounts of patience for everything and everyone it's mind boggling. They're either interested or uninterested in things, so if they're interested they will put their heart and soul into whatever it is. You can see it so well in their work and career, whatever it may be. Embodiment of the word "Meraki". Btw your S/O doesn't want me to "spoil any surprises" take it as you wish.

EDIT: Holy shit there was whole entire paragraph about what I'd guess is the "surprise" that somehow didn't end up in the reading when I copy / pasted it from Notion to tumblr?????

Going to add more to this, it seems that your partner is super shy and a little awkward if that makes sense? Like, if you ever have done readings about specific people, while you may not HEAR their voice, you can kind of feel the vibes of them talking? They kind of remind me of the smell after the rain (which if you're curious, no it was not raining at the time of me doing this reading).

🍈 ☒ Key Words / Items / Etc: Meraki (obviously), Cats, purple & blue, the letter R, birds visiting your backyard often, 777,

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Instead of starting with physical appearance I think I want to start off with what they're like. Right off the bat their energy is very easy to tap into (in a good way). In fact, after I was done with pile two, I kept on getting intuitive messages for two whole days on what they're like. This whole entire pile I didn't even have to draw a single card. at all. They're extremely talkative, and I wouldn't be surprised if you constantly recieved messages and signs from them. I'd imagine it would be like recieving a loud notification on your phone because honestly whatever chance they get, their higher self constantly is there checking in on you.

They have an incredible sense of humor first of all. They will never fail to make you laugh. I hope this makes sense, but they're almost like a walking four leaf clover or lucky charm. Wherever they go they just bring good luck to themselves and people around them. Perhaps their very existence is a miracle. Their birthday may be in May. This is going to sound weird and no shade to your S/O but they're the type of person you wouldn't expect to be so smart. Usually people think of smart people as like, these serious nerdy looking people, but this person is genuinely so so smart and good at talking to others.

I bet how you guys will meet is that you'll be struggling with something and they'll walk into your life and help you. They have the sort of magic of a teacher that can explain the hardest topics so easily. One of their weaknesses is that they're a little too afraid to ask help for themselves. This person isn't JUST good boy/girl/joyfriend material, but also a great spouse.

Wouldn't be surprised if they have light hair or are ginger. If they have dark hair it's probably dyed. Their hair is so fluffy and if it's long it's very nice to just run your hand in. A very comfortable style, I could imagine that they sometimes wear soft pastel colors (Blue, green, orange mostly) or neon. Hoodlies, loose clothing, handmade clothes.

🍈 ☒ Key Words / Items / Etc: Four leaf clovers, 444, cats with different colored eyes (kinda specific), spiders, random light colored yarm / wool.

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Your partner is probably much taller than you. They probably have silver jewelry and long hair. They put in a LOT of effort into how they look, they always look so fashionable. They also take great care of their body too. I don't think it's to the point where they're vain though, they just take care of themselves and like dressing cool. They may have blue, green, or grey eyes.

First of all, this may come to a shock to you but your partner is very spiritual. When you meet them they'll probably have already spent years learning about and practicing their spirituality. Everyone that meets them thinks that they're mentally just wise beyond their years, and I don't mean when it comes to academics (though that might be the case). There's just something about them that makes them feel like they've been on this earth for a long long time and have witnessed many things and met many people.

They may actually be a historian, anthropologist, archivist, librarian, psychologist, or sociologist. Okay I've just been having this stuck in my head while doing this reading but I'm imagining like, a rock or statue with moss growing on it. Also I'm feeling strangely calm and warm right now. I don't know if "calm" would even describe it, it's like complete serenity.

When you meet them it might be in somewhere incredibly crowded, but it'll feel like it's just the two of you. You could maybe meet them through a friend and have a nice long night drive talking to each other. They genuinely love you. I mean obviously this is a future partner reading so of course they would, but this love runs so deep. There's not any way that I can get you to fully understand the depths of this love, so you'll just have to wait and see!

They're the type of person that makes people comfortable enough to be themselves without worrying about judgement, mostly because to be honest this person is seen as "weird" themselves. You make them love humanity, is another message I'm getting.

Also a note that I didn't even pull cards for this, it was all intuitive so usually I take it as a sign this person's energy / presence is strong and you probably receive messages and signs from their higher self a lot. Or maybe their 3d human self consciously sends positive energy your way, a sign of this is randomly feeling warm and cozy and calm for no reason. P.S. they probably think about you as much as you think about them.

ALSO!!!! PILE 4 don't stop reading it yet there's a message I got for you guys but I feel called to put it at the end separately for all of the piles!

🍈 ☒ Key Words / Items / Etc: 888, blueberry, lights that flicker for no reason, or maybe dreams where you see some sort of light floating around, rainbows, bees, Magician card, the word "arbiter"

𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 ℙ𝕀𝕃𝔼!!!

I know someone (not all of you) is thinking "Nahh this sounds too good to be true", well 1. that's the magic of soul connections and love & 2. Please stop lowering your standards because it's "unrealistic" because I swear you're not asking for much from a person. You deserve something "too good to be true" bestie (And also, remember, YOU are a dream come true for them too 😭).

"Why me what's so special about me 🫤 " on god you're the type of person who asks for signs from your spirit guides and then ignores them like they're tiiiireeedddd. Real talk though, you don't know how beautiful you are to a strangers eyes because you grow accustomed to your face. You don't know how smart and amazing you are (and yes knowing a lot about a random show or book or random subject counts as being smart shhh).

You are so perfectly human you just DON'T KNOWWW. I

f you think like this (or even if you don't because we should all do this), I'm giving you homework. Make a list of everything you are grateful for yourself for doing / being, what topics and interests you have, your favorite fashion style, achievements, color, animal, your favorite song, things you have around the house that you like and why, etc.

YOU ARE AN INTERESTING PERSON!!!! If you have a good relationship with your parents / guardians or grandparents or aunts or siblings, ask them what they love about you. Get to know yourself!!! A lot of things are cool and special about you!!!!!!!!!

-Eiki

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hayatheauthor · 11 months ago

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Hi! Newbie writing who loves writing, I just wanted advice for how to write a character who is emotionally numb and distant and how they can overcome it?

Or who to write numbness in general?

Writing Detached Characters: A Guide to Emotional Numbness

Welcome to the latest instalment in my series on ‘how to write different emotions’. Contrary to the series title, today’s blog will be covering how to write a lack of emotion, or rather, emotional numbness. This is an area many writers covering PTSD, depression, or closed-off characters might be interested in. Thank you anon for the request, and I hope this blog helps you with your writing!

Understanding the Motive for Emotional Numbness

Emotional numbness can stem from various sources and they all influence a character's behaviour differently. Understanding the root cause of their numbness is crucial to portraying them authentically.

Trauma-Induced Numbness: Characters closed off due to trauma may appear more disconnected and guarded. Their numbness is a defence mechanism to avoid reliving painful experiences.

Chronic Stress: Prolonged exposure to stress can lead to emotional exhaustion and numbness. These characters might show signs of burnout and a lack of enthusiasm for activities they once enjoyed.

Depression: Characters dealing with depression may exhibit numbness as a symptom. They might struggle with feelings of hopelessness and an inability to experience pleasure.

Each motive ties directly into the character's behaviour, so it’s a good idea to research how numbness varies based on the cause.

How to Showcase Emotional Numbness in Your Writing

When crafting an emotionally numb character, subtlety is key. Here are some ways to show their numbness through various aspects of writing:

Body Language

Closed-off Posture: Crossed arms, avoiding eye contact, slumped shoulders.

Minimal Gestures: Limited use of hand movements, lack of expressive body language.

Tense Muscles: Frequently clenched jaw or fists, indicating suppressed emotions.

Lack of Physical Contact: Avoids hugs, handshakes, or any form of touch.

Facial Expressions

Blank Stare: Eyes that seem to look through people rather than at them.

Neutral Expressions: Rarely smiles or frowns, maintaining a consistently neutral face.

Delayed Reactions: Slow to show any reaction to surprising or emotional events.

Flat Affect: Consistent lack of facial movement or expression regardless of the situation.

Note: remember to not take this too far! This isn’t to say your character doesn’t feel anything at all and will never react to anything but more so that their reactions will be very muted. Yes, they can get happy/surprised, etc. but they won’t have wide grins or loud exclamations of shock.

Appearance

Plain Wardrobe: Clothes that are simple, unassuming, and devoid of vibrant colours; preferences for baggy/shapeless clothing.

Neglect of Personal Grooming: Messy hair, unshaven, or generally unkempt appearance.

Monochrome Outfits: Preference for neutral, muted colours like grey, black, and white.

Practical Over Fashionable: Chooses functionality over style, reflecting a lack of interest in appearance.

Dialogue Cues

Monotone Speech: Flat, emotionless tone without inflection.

Brief Responses: Short, to-the-point answers with minimal elaboration.

Avoidance of Personal Topics: Steers conversations away from personal or emotional subjects.

Lack of Expressive Language: Uses simple, direct language without metaphors or descriptive flourishes.

Adjectives and Verbs

Descriptive Words: Detached, apathetic, vacant, stoic, unfeeling, indifferent, withdrawn, impassive, numb, aloof.

Action Words: Avoids, withdraws, dismisses, isolates, ignores, neglects, shuns, evades, suppresses, restrains.

Emotionally Neutral Verbs: Walks, talks, looks, sits (instead of strides, argues, gazes, lounges) listens, observes, reacts, replies, continues.

Subdued Descriptors: Plain, muted, dull, flat, colourless, bland, lifeless, monotonous, reserved, restrained.

Overcoming Emotional Numbness

Since there are several reasons why someone might be emotionally numb, each cause has different ways to overcome it. Here are a few common approaches:

Therapeutic Intervention: Therapy or counselling can help characters address underlying trauma or mental health issues. Techniques like cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) are often effective.

Supportive Relationships: Developing a trusting relationship with a friend, family member, or romantic partner can provide the emotional support needed to open up. This would be a better option for a character who has developed numbness due to past relationships and needs to ‘heal’.

Personal Growth and Self-Discovery: Characters may embark on a journey of self-discovery, engaging in activities or experiences that help them reconnect with their emotions. It would be fun to see a numb character do this with a love interest or close friend. Maybe they’re ‘forced’ to go to an amusement park and the other characters are shocked to see them whoop/yell on one of the rides.

Resources for Understanding and Overcoming Emotional Numbness

Here are some valuable resources to help you better understand and write about emotional numbness:

Books:

The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk

Waking the Tiger by Peter A. Levine

Research Papers:

Emotional Numbness in PTSD

Emotional Numbness Research Papers Directory

Scholarly Resources on Emotional Numbness

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks?

Are you an author looking for writing tips and tricks to better your manuscript? Or do you want to learn about how to get a literary agent, get published and properly market your book? Consider checking out the rest of Quillology with Haya Sameer; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors! While you’re at it, don’t forget to head over to my TikTok and Instagram profiles @hayatheauthor to learn more about my WIP and writing journey!

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im-not-a-ghost · 10 months ago

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Crush series : What would happen if you confessed your feelings?

This reading is to be used with caution. Tarot is a tool to highlight possibilities. As energies are constantly in movement, no outcome is ever set in stone. Thus, always use your discernment when consuming such content.

Group 1 - Why do you still love me? Temperance, Ace of pentacles, 2 of wands, the Wheel of fortune

I get that for many of you, the person you’re thinking about has no idea about your feelings for them. You may have tried to give them signals but it seems like either this person ignored them or were not able to read them. So you confessing your feelings would definitely surprise them and throw them off. At first, they would be intimidated. They would possibly doubt the sincerity of your words. But quickly, they would try to see the brighter side of things and would feel curious about what this heralds for both of you. Eventually, they would want to give this connection a try. I feel like this person would tip toe around the matter for fear that it could stop at any moment and be taken away from them. I feel like this person is not used to things going in their favor so every time something good happens to them they automatically raise their guards up and doubt it is real. I feel like they would be giddy about it and when they’d be alone, they’d definitely feel excited but they wouldn’t show it in front of you. It would take time for this person to fully open up and trust you. But overall the outcome feels rather positive for this group.

Signs : Sagittarius, Taurus, Scorpio, Aquarius, Leo

Group 2 - Long as we keep this low key

Lovers, ace of wands, king of swords, Judgment

This person wouldn’t hesitate compared to group 1. I feel like this is a long time coming. This person was possibly waiting for you to make a move because they were unable to. I feel like they would give in to the connection right away, but only on a physical level. Emotionally, they would still feel distant because this person fears intimacy oddly enough. Being close physically isn’t a problem to them but having someone deeply understanding them and caring for them scares the shit out of them. This person isn’t fond of grand gestures and being vulnerable in front of others. They are the type of person that would keep a relationship private, even to their family. It could be that this person is already committed to someone else, for some of you. If not that, maybe it is a matter of reputation or acceptance among peers. Either way, I feel like the connection with them might not be as fulfilling as you’d hope. But they’d answer somewhat positively to it.

Signs : Gemini, Scorpio, Aquarius, Aries

Group 3 - Amazing grace

2 of wands, 3 of pentacles, 6 of pentacles, 7 of wands

I feel like right from the get go this person would be very happy about your confession. Out of the 3 groups this feels like the most sane and healthy reaction. They would be cautious about it but they wouldn’t feel ashamed or fearful of what you feel for them. They seem very open minded and accepting of your point of view. This person would quickly think of ways to make this work for both of you. They would want to get to know you better, to find a balance between your expectations and theirs. They would be planning every step of the relationship because it matters to them and they feel like they have to protect what you share at all costs. This is a person that doesn’t want you to regret choosing them. They want to feel worthy of your attention and care. They want to honor your feelings. They could feel a bit stressed sometimes because of the pressure they put on themselves to impress and satisfy you. Their intentions would be very good and pure. I get a very lovely energy from this group.

Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Leo

#just-a-ghost #pick a card #pac reading #love pac #tarot reading #crush pac

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warblogs17282 · 7 months ago

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Going over and analyzing every scene where Vassago does something.

Because I cannot call myself a 'certified Vassago stan' without doing this.

On the first time we see Vassago in this show, the first thing he does is instantly notice when something is quite wrong with the trial, and he also chooses to speak out what he finds wrong with the trial as well, that being the fact that Stolas isn't present in a trial he is very much involved in, as Andrealphus literally just accused Blitz of 'forcing himself onto Stolas', so this scene alone already shows us that Vassago wants a fair trial for everyone, and clearly is a bit passionate about it as well considering he calls out Stolas not being present at the trial so quickly.

So Vassago already has some really positive characteristics that appear to be lacking in most of the other Goetia members present, and this is something that remains consistent throughout all the other times we see him on-screen as well.

Vassago also speaks Spanish quite frequently as well, which makes sense as Vassago's VA is Mexican-American, but I do wonder if this implies that being able to speak multiple languages is a common thing with Goetia members or not.

Andrealphus states that Stolas hasn't been informed of the trial, to which Vassago instantly takes issue with, and then immediately suggests to summon Stolas at once, because again, Vassago does believe in giving everyone a fair trial, and not summoning Stolas to him undermines that characteristic he has, and this also shows that Vassago is definitely willing to point these things out, make them into an issue and make an attempt to get them fixed, so that the person can have a 'fair trial' to him.

Andrealphus and Vassago get into a bit of a heated confrontation over this point, and in the background, you can see Vassago walk back over to his spot in the balcony, but making what is basically rolling his eyes except it's his entire face while doing so, starting to walk back off right after Andrealphus says the word 'trauma', with this scene showing us that he likely hates Andrealphus, and what I believe is our first sign that Vassago is not buying into Andrealphus' bullshit at all, but Vassago doesn't have any evidence or testimony to disprove what Andrealphus is saying.

Considering in the lesser key of solomon, it is stated that Vassago is of 'good-nature', something which Andrealphus is not, putting them at odds almost immediately, and has the power to tell of future events, which could be related to this scene a little, but it's unlikely.

The next thing that happens is Andrealphus dropping the bombshell accusation that Blitz 'plotted to have Stolas assassinated', Vassago has a quite noticeable reaction to this, while I'm not entirely sure who that 'motherfucker' was aimed to, I believe that it was aimed towards Andrealphus, considering it's pretty likely that Vassago isn't buying into Andrealphus' bullshit, as I just explained when I covered the scene before this, not to mention at this point, Andrealphus has presented zero evidence to back up his accusations at this point in time.

Vassago has definitely been caught majorly off-guard with Striker's false testimony and Blitz's sudden outburst, which is very clear just looking at Vassago's face in this scene, Vassago is definitely still processing that with what looks like some rather conflicting feelings written all over his face in this scene. The conflicting feelings of thinking Andrealphus is bullshitting while likely hating him at the same time, and the feelings that come with processing Blitz's outburst.

While I will admit, all the lights on the Goetia side of the court appear to be voting for executing Blitz prematurely, considering what I've said about Vassago thinking Andrealphus is bullshitting and him being that type of person to always want a fair trial, I'm going to assume that Vassago also voted against executing Blitz here, although that is unknown at this point in time.

Something I want to point out here is that if you go frame by frame in this scene right at the camera focuses on Vassago again, right after Striker flashes us the a clearly villain-looking facial expression, you can see Vassago move his arms and body backwards a little, just like Vassago was looking downwards for some reason, and if he was looking down, I highly suspect that he was looking at Striker.

When the shot shows us Vassago's face, you can see uncertainty written all over it, which I believe is because he suspects that Andrealphus and Striker is lying, but doesn't have any evidence or testimony to actually prove it's a lie, causing him to enter a state of uncertainty, again, completely written all over his face during this scene, as he thinks about all the conflicting thoughts he's having right now, which are probably just being very much amplified due to Satan literally announcing that he found Blitz guilty of the crimes while he thinks about it all, with him looking at Striker suggesting that is what he's going through right at that point in time.

Okay so other than Vassago being cute as hell in this scene and making me really want him, Stolas and Moxxie to all be theatre buddies together, we can see that Vassago is extremely supportive of Stolas right now, while almost everyone else near Vassago appear to be looking with indifference or a little bit of shock, but still, it shows that Vassago is quite supportive to the people he gets positive impressions from right out of the gate, with that generally being another positive characteristic that most of the Goetia don't seem to have as well, making Vassago a little bit unique inside the Goetia family as a result.

This scene during Satan's part of the song, the main thing of note during this scene is the fact that literally everyone else is harmonizing with Satan here, but Vassago is the only one who didn't at all.

He starts in this scene looking around rapidly with a face that has shock and disbelief of the situation that's happening written all over it, with the next face he makes being a face of what appears to be a mix of disbelief and a bit of disgust at the situation, as he is still processing everything that is happening at that point in time, finally, as showcased in the picture below, we can see Vassago now has a face of what looks like a mix between reluctant acceptance of what the situation has turned into, and showing quite a bit of disdain of the situation as well.

Getting back to the first thing I mentioned about this scene, what Vassago not harmonizing with Satan, which every other demon royalty did for at minimum a little bit, shows that Vassago is refusing to stand behind the clearly corrupt and unfair court system, instead opting to do what I think is called a silent protest, choosing to stick to his own morals instead of following the crowd and harmonizing with Satan, which further shows the general sense of justice Vassago appears to have, and that this also shows that Vassago is firmly on Stolas' side here, that Vassago is further choosing to support Stolas.

Finally, at the end of the song, when the chains and such start to appear around Stolas, while Satan goes on about Stolas 'paying the price', Vassago looks so scared for Stolas in this scene, which I'm guessing is because well, Stolas' punishment is literally going to be right around the corner, so it's only natural that Vassago is scared for Stolas, because, as I've shown before, Vassago has been firmly on Stolas' side the whole time, with this shot showcasing that even further.

In conclusion: In the brief time we got to see Vassago in his debut, I believe I have firmly established some positive characteristics in Vassago, with those being a general sense of justice and being supportive of the people he gets positive impressions from, with the main example being Stolas, with all of this showing that he definitely lives up to being the 'good boy' that Vivzie said he was.

While a lot about his character could change as we get to see him more and more, as of right now these are my findings.

#helluva boss #blitzø #blitzo #stolas #helluva boss stolas #vassago helluva boss #striker helluva boss #moxxie helluva boss #helluva boss andrealphus #helluva boss analysis

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wolverigrl · 10 months ago

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Request for Hugh story.

The reader gets a little jealous when Hugh has to spend some time with his ex wife and kids, so to show his girlfriend just how much he loves her. Hugh makes her romantic dinner just for them.

Jelousy

Hugh Jackman x reader

!A/N! I hope you like this requested story! <3

Warnings: jealousy, cheesy, nothing more!

Enjoy!

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It had been a year and a half since Hugh and I had started dating. The first year had been incredible - dream-like, really. But things had changed. It started slowly, creeping in like an unwanted shadow. His work, the endless promotion for his new movie, had taken over our lives. We barely saw each other anymore. And when he wasn’t jetting across the globe for press junkets, he was here in New York - spending time with his ex-wife and their kids.

I knew it was important for him to be there for them, to maintain that family bond. And I understood that. I tried to understand it. But lately, it felt like I was always waiting. Waiting for him to come home. Waiting for some kind of sign that I still mattered.

And today? Today was the final straw.

I had seen the photos online—Hugh and Deborra-Lee with their kids, laughing, looking so perfect together. Like nothing had ever changed between them. It wasn’t rational, I knew that. He had been married to her for years, and they shared a lot of history. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, the jealousy kept bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over.

So when Hugh finally walked through the door that evening, his face lit up with a tired but warm smile, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Had a good day?" I asked, my tone far too sharp for what was supposed to be a casual question.

He dropped his keys on the counter and looked at me, confused by the edge in my voice. "Yeah... spent the day with the kids. It was nice. What about you?"

"Great." I replied, unable to mask the bitterness. "Saw the pictures. You all looked... happy."

Hugh's brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Of course, we were happy. I was spending time with the kids- "

"And your ex-wife." I cut him off, my arms crossing defensively. "You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, haven’t you?"

He stared at me, his confusion deepening. "Y/n, she's the mother of my kids. We’re not together, you know that. You have nothing to worry about."

"I don’t?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Because it feels like I’m the last thing on your mind these days. I’m starting to forget what it’s like to even have you around."

Hugh stepped toward me, his voice soft but firm. "That’s not fair, y/n. You know how crazy things have been with the movie, and I’m trying to be there for the kids. It’s complicated."

"Yeah, it is complicated!" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. I could feel the words tumbling out of me, unstoppable now. "I would never ask you to choose between me and them, Hugh, but I’m not asking for much. I just want to feel like I matter too."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated but trying to stay calm. "You do matter. You know you do."

"Do I?" I shot back, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to stay composed. "Because lately, it feels like I’m just here. Waiting for you to remember I exist!"

Hugh’s expression softened, his frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. "Love, come on... it’s not like that."

But I couldn’t listen anymore. The flood of emotions was too much, and I needed space. "I need to get out of here." I muttered, grabbing my coat and heading for the door.

"Y/n, wait!" Hugh called after me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just needed air, space - anything to clear my head. The door clicked shut behind me, and I found myself walking aimlessly through the streets of New York, my emotions swirling in my chest like a storm.

The crisp night air hit my face as I wandered through the city. My mind raced as I replayed the argument over and over. Why had I let it get this far? Why hadn’t I talked to him sooner, before it all exploded like this? I knew he wasn’t intentionally pushing me away, but lately, it felt like I was invisible.

After an hour of walking and stewing in my own thoughts, I realized I needed to head back. I couldn’t avoid this forever. We needed to talk - really talk. And maybe I needed to apologize for being... well, dramatic. I sighed, turning back toward the apartment, my steps slower, more thoughtful.

When I finally reached the door, I took a deep breath, expecting tension. But as I stepped inside, I was met with something completely unexpected.

The lights were dim, and there was soft music playing in the background. I slipped off my shoes and walked towards the kitchen. The smell of something delicious - my favorite dish - wafted through the air. Candles flickered gently on the dining table, which had been set for two. The entire room felt warm and inviting, a strong contrast to the storm that had been brewing between us earlier.

I stood frozen in the corridor, blinking in disbelief. Hugh emerged from the kitchen, his eyes soft and apologetic as he wiped his hands on a towel.

"Hey." he said gently, his voice carrying a tenderness that tugged at my heart. "I, uh... I made dinner. I figured we could use some time, just the two of us."

I stared at him, the earlier frustration slowly melting away. "Hugh... you didn’t have to do all this."

"Yes, I did." he said, stepping closer. His eyes searched mine, and the sincerity in them made my chest tighten. "I’ve been so caught up in everything - work, the kids - that I forgot to make time for us. And that’s not okay. You’re right."

I bit my lip, guilt washing over me. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just... I was feeling- "

"I know." he interrupted softly, his hands reaching out to gently hold mine. "And I get it. I should’ve been more present with you. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t matter because you do, more than anything."

I swallowed hard, my heart swelling as I looked up at him. The anger, the jealousy - it all felt so small now. He had always been the man who showed up, who cared, even when life got overwhelming. And right now, he was standing here, showing me exactly how much I meant to him.

"I’m sorry." I whispered, my voice trembling as I squeezed his hands.

Hugh shook his head, his thumbs brushing over my knuckles gently. "I’m sorry too. I love you, y/n. I never want you to feel like you’re anything less than my priority."

The weight of his words settled over me, soothing the ache I’d been carrying for days. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension between us dissolve. "I love you too." I said softly, my heart swelling with the truth of it.

He smiled, that familiar, warm smile that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. "So... how about we start over? No more fighting. Just... dinner."

I nodded, smiling despite myself. "Yeah. I’d like that."

We sat down at the table, and the moment was so simple, so intimate. Hugh had made my favorite dish - pasta with that special sauce he always made when we had date nights at home. The food was incredible, but what made it even better was the way we kept stealing glances at each other, the quiet joy in the air as we ate.

By the time we were done, my heart felt lighter. We moved to the couch, and I leaned into him as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I could feel the warmth of his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring.

"I missed this." I whispered, resting my head against him.

Hugh pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "I missed you. I hate that I made you feel like I wasn’t here. I’ll do better, I promise."

I tilted my head up to look at him, my eyes meeting his. The tenderness in his gaze made my heart skip a beat. "You always show up when it matters, Hugh. I just... I need to know you’ll keep doing that."

"I will," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. "You’re not an afterthought, Y/N. You’re my home."

Those words wrapped around me, filling the cracks that had formed over the past few weeks. I reached up, cupping his face as I kissed him softly, pouring every bit of love and gratitude I felt into that kiss.

When we pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile. "You really went all out, huh? Cooking, candles... the whole deal."

Hugh grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I figured you deserved a little romance after putting up with me."

I laughed softly, leaning in closer. "I think we both deserved it."

He tilted his head down, kissing the top of mine softly. "I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I love you. I know I’ve been distracted, but I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere."

My heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around me like a promise. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "I know." I whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. "And I love you. I just... needed to hear it."

He smiled, a lazy, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter. "Then I’ll make sure you hear it more often."

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine, slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world just to kiss me. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was full of everything - love, reassurance, and that deep, quiet connection we shared. When we finally pulled away, our foreheads rested against each other, and I could feel his breath against my lips.

We stayed wrapped up together on the couch, the warmth of his body melting away any lingering tension. His arm was draped protectively around my shoulders, pulling me close, while I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting, grounding. Every time I shifted, he pulled me in just a little tighter, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even an inch between us.

"You know." he murmured, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my arm, "I’ve missed this. Just being here with you. No noise, no schedules. Just... us."

I smiled into his chest, feeling the softness of his words settle over me like a warm blanket. "I’ve missed it too. More than I realized."

We sat there for a while longer, the quiet of the apartment settling around us. Hugh shifted slightly, pulling a blanket over us and tucking it in around my shoulders. He kissed my forehead again, lingering as though he couldn’t help himself.

"And you know." he whispered softly, his voice like velvet against the night air, "you’re my favorite part of everything. Of coming home, of my whole day. You’re it."

My heart melted. I snuggled deeper into his embrace, closing my eyes as I felt the warmth of his love surround me. "You’re my favorite too." I whispered back, feeling safe, cherished, and so completely loved.

We stayed that way, wrapped up in each other, letting the world fade away. No more jealousy, no more distance. Just us, together. And in that moment, everything felt perfect - like this was exactly where we were supposed to be.

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cassandrakirammansbowtie · 3 months ago

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Criminal Mastermind! Caitlyn x fem!reader

I made Caitlyn in GTA5, and it sparked the idea of: What if Caitlyn was a criminal mastermind?? Well! I wrote this because no one else did… This is WLNM. / Woman loving non men

1472 Words!

Warnings: Descriptions of injury (Blood and gunshot wound- Literally just patching Caitlyn up.)

Caitlyn kept her eyes on the road, driving through the somewhat chaotic streets of Los Santos. She had the radio on quietly, some ‘Wham!’ song playing over the speakers in the car. Caitlyn’s car was nice. Not what you’d expect a multi-millionaire to have- It was a muscle car. Ice white on the main body of the car, and a dark navy for the accents. The inside being a black leather finish.

Caitlyn’s ears perk up at the sound of fabric rustling. With one hand on the wheel, she looks up in the rear-view mirror. You sat there, changing your shirt.

“... Do I want to know why you’re changing in the back of my car?” Caitlyn asks, her gaze flickering from the road to the mirror and back at you. You yelp, grabbing the fabric of your shirt to cover yourself, just for an inch of decency.

“Eyes on the road!” You say, ducking down so she can’t see you. You hear her chuckle; she turns the radio off fully now. She looks back at the road. “I’m changing because my other shirt got dirty.” You add on, a red flush slowly climbing onto your face.

“And you just so coincidentally had a spare shirt?” Caitlyn shoots back, a hint of suspicion, but mainly amusement.

“Yes. I did.” You respond, shoving the clean shirt over your head and down your body. “Stop looking! You have enough phone numbers of random stripers to call and look at.” You quickly move back in the seat, putting on the seat belt.

“Right.” Caitlyn deadpans, looking in the rear-view mirror again. She doesn’t even need to look to know where to park for her apartment. The car pulls up and the engine shuts off. “I don’t call them over for the specific reason of staring at their, erm, chests. I have more pride than that.” She states in a ‘matter of fact’ tone. She undoes her seatbelt. Caitlyn turns to look at you now. You stare back.

“My point stands. You are a literal millionaire, and yet you choose to ride into stereotypes, and you could share all that wealth with someone?” You comment, un-buckling your seatbelt too.

“With my life? You know my life that involves robberies that shake the great nation of America?” Caitlyn asks, the end bit sarcastic. She then shakes her head. “No. I’d rather not put someone I care about in danger. Like you, sure, I’ll give you rides and everything, but if you ever ask to help and or join my organizations the answer will always be no.” At the end of this, Caitlyn sighs. She turns back and gets out of the car, opening your car door as well. One of her arms leans on the top of the car, the other resting on your seat. She leans in. “Plus, if I got a girlfriend then you’d be left out.” She says, before moving back.

Something about Caitlyn caring like that. Caring if you were left out or not, it just gave you butterflies. I mean, you’ve always had a crush on her. Sometimes more than others. For example, the time she was showing you, her outfits. Something about the way she knew so much about the different fabrics, the way she rambled about it. It was weird the effect she had on you.

A few weeks later you were in Caitlyn’s apartment, she had given you a spare key when she started getting wealthier. She said it was a sign that she would never push you out of your friend circle just because she got richer. It was a weird way that Caitlyn showed that she cared, but hey, this is Caitlyn.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a door is slammed. You glance up, jumping up.

“Cait?” You call out, moving through the apartment to the main door. And to your shock, there Caitlyn was. Bloodied and bruised. She limped past you; her face was like stone. She was not in the mood. You follow behind worriedly, watching as she pours herself some scotch, throwing it back almost immediately. She limped over to one of the white chairs in the corner, she painted the chair red without even realising. You again, follow like a lost dog. But you had an intention to help, grabbing the first aid off the shelf. You move to stand in front of her. Caitlyn looks up at you, her face unamused.

“Do you actually think you can patch up gun wounds with that? With a shitty first aid from a corner shop and a day course in first aid?” She questions, her tone uncharacteristically sharp. You hesitantly nod, if you could help, you would. She seems to notice your determined gleam in your eye and shakes her head with a sigh. She gestures with her left hand to go ahead and try. With her right she pulls up the side of her white button up where the blood was spilling from. You shake off the flush forming on your cheeks at the new skin, even when it was distorted with a bullet hole and blood. You felt like a Victorian teenager seeing a bare ankle for the first time.

“I’m just going to…” You trail off, moving to press a bandage to the wound, you move your head down to look at it better. You pause, realising you have no clue if the bullet was still inside her. Caitlyn hisses in pain, and you shoot your head back up to look at her. “U-um. Cait? P-Probably a bad time, but uhm. Is this…” You go quiet, looking back at the hole.

“The?” Caitlyn prompts, the agitation in her voice clear. To be fair, she was bleeding out.

“The erm- Bullet?... Is it still… Y’know.” You gulp, your hands getting bloody. You apply more pressure, and she grits her teeth.

“No. It’s not.” She replies, her voice dry and cut. You nod meekly, moving to get another bandage.

After a few minutes, you wrap her torso up, trying to ignore two things, one, her toned stomach and abs, and two, the feeling of her skin against your hands.

You look down at your hands, blood everywhere on them. You hold your hands up in front of you.

“I’m gonna go... Uh, wash my hands.” You say awkwardly. What else were you supposed to say in this situation! You just bandaged up a criminal mastermind and had her blood on your hands.

“Yep.” Caitlyn replies. Her voice is not as sharp anymore, just more pain. She stands up, moving to the sink as well, she sighs washing her hands alongside you. You glance at her, nervous. She senses this, and so she dries her hands and looks at you. “I didn't mean to… To act so cold, when I came in.” She comments.

“I mean, you had been shot through your side, so I get why.” You joke, looking at her now. You look up at her, glancing down at her lips every now and then. She hums, acknowledging the joke to try and lighten the mood. A quiet ‘thank you.’

“I’m lucky you were here then, huh?” She asks, a small smile slowly forming on her face. You nod with a matching smile. She leans against the kitchen counter, looking down at you. The atmosphere becomes more a intimate and tranquil feel. You step closer. Out of instinct, Caitlyn reaches out, her hands resting on your hips. She tugs you closer. You stumble forwards, stopping just before you hit her. You blush, now looking up at her.

“Hi.” You whisper quietly, your hands now running across her sides, being mindful of her injury. You two are incredibly close, you can feel her breath fanning against your cheek. And her perfume. She smelled like Lychee and something else you can’t identify. Her small smile, now a wide one. Her spoiled mood had flipped in the twenty minutes she had been back. She leans down slightly, her breath now warm against your skin as she was closer.

“Hi.” She whispers back. Her hands move all the way around your hips, encircling your waist. You could feel the tension between you two, and if you could feel the tension, she could too. You blink twice. Then you cave, leaning up. You close your eyes and Caitlyn does too. You’re a little ecstatic about kissing her and push a little too far and bump your nose against her cheek. You squeak, and you could hear her chuckle. You ignore the embarrassment from that little slip up. And then it hits you. You are kissing Caitlyn. Caitlyn Kiramman. You burn red now, your body heating up as you pull back. And hey, you might not ever get this chance again, why not go all the way?

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