#like you kind of get a hint of it but most of the emotional honesty is locked behind their s rank. which.

[moe-broey]

If I could re-write any of Takumi's supports like completely it would be his convos with Felicia. Like I will say all the time I think Takumi is a very well written character esppp for Fates (not ragging on Fates I love Fates -- a lot of charas unfortunately feel one-note though, which could also be a localization issue), but legitimately I think his supports with Felicia are the only ones that are just. Bad.

I think, part of the appeal for Takumi for me, is whenever he Is a jackass, he 1) Faces immediate consequences for it, 2), Often is the case he didn't mean for it to come out that way and/or his temper/insecurities got the better of him, and 3), He always makes up for it somehow. He's always very aware of where he went wrong, sometimes immediately, and will have to take a little time to himself to sort out his feelings and properly apologize for what he said/did.

A Lot of his supports follow this beat for beat, with some exceptions here and there (or maybe just for Sakura lmfao). So like. I Can see him being an asshole to Felicia. That isn't out of character for him.

But what I DO feel very strongly is out of character actually is that! I'm not sure if it's just cause Felicia doesn't really fight back or call him out on it, but he feels way too mean spirited. ESPECIALLY when it comes to Felicia telling him about the Ice Tribe and where she came from. Like. Idk maybe I interpreted it wrong but his entire support chain w Leo is bonding over cultural exchange (after they. Stop fighting for a minute LMFAO). AND I feel like it's shown in Mozu's and Oboro's supports, that even if he's not particularly interested in the subject matter the other is focused on, he will still engage with it in good faith (even if it's to prove a point when it comes to Mozu, and I guess bias when it comes to Oboro).

Idk honestly the more I mull over his supports the more I'm doubting myself about it HAHAHA but like. Even their S rank convo feels dismissive and mean spirited, which is not like Takumi at all. Usually after the turn around he's genuinely enthusiastic about whatever it is he's bonding over w the other character. It just never sat right with me, never felt like Takumi really like, internalized where he went wrong/figured out how to fix it, Felicia never stood up for herself and cried the entire time (which like??? Idk I feel like, even if he's bad with other people's emotions, I feel like it would have been in character for him to be startled by it, and regretful). It just felt bad the entire time and that REALLY SUCKS bc they're literally both my Fates faves LMFAOOOOO

[pia-nor481]

She…what? Chapter One

Lando norris x reader (hints at Daniel ricciardo x reader

1.7k words | Series Masterlist

"Pardon?" Lando exasperated, looking towards his friend. They were sat in his hotel room, even now, no longer teammates, they made a point to go out together, or at least see each other every week. "I'm serious." Daniel replied, unsure as to why his friend reacted in such a way. "I'm not doubting you, I'm having issue comprehending what you've said." Lando spoke quietly, taking a sip of his drink. "She gives the best blow jobs." Daniel stated simply, looking at Lando's raised eyebrow. "Good for you man, but why are you telling me this?" He stood up quickly, to retrieve another drink, and hide his slightly red face. "Come on, I know you've not been laid for a while, plus I think you'd quite like her." Lando was at a loss for words, he walked back towards the bed as slow as possible, it wasn't strange for them to talk about their most recent hook up, but it was never like this. "I'm sorry, you're asking me to fuck some girl you're seeing?" Daniel's immediate response was to roll his eyes, not understanding Lando's struggle. "No, well I'm not seeing her per say. It's a little agreement of sorts."

"So she's a hooker?" Lando said, sounding slightly disappointed, not that he wouldn't be up for it, he was just expecting something different. "No, god no. She's a girl I've been sleeping with? yes. Do I pay for it? No. But it's not a relationship either. It's kind of hard to explain." Lando was sipping his drink throughout Daniel's small speech, he gained a small amount of clarity.

So here Lando was, currently hungover, after a night in a club post race, it was four in the afternoon and he was panicking slightly. Daniel had given him a room number and said that he'd understand everything when he was through the door, but it took a while for him to knock. Realistically, what was he supposed to say? His whole body was filled with a mix of emotions that made it hard to function, he was nervous, shy, and slightly embarrassed. He'd never spoken to anyone with in this context before, so to say he was struggling would be an understatement. The shuffling behind the door got louder and louder until he was met with a beautiful woman. "Hello?" Lando was stunned, she was truly enticing, especially when she spoke. "And who are you?" She said with a warm and sweet tone, a light smile adorning her face. "Lando." He struggled to get his words out, he could see why Daniel would not stop speaking about her. "You're Daniel's friend?" She turned away from him, walking further into the hotel room. It was only now Lando was able to see her fully; She adorned a silk robe, one that framed her so well. She poured him a glass of wine that he took, but chose not to drink. "Yes, I am."

"So, Lando, What did he tell you?" She emphasised his name, making eye contact with him, sipping her drink slowly. "To be honest not much." He looked almost bashful as the words left his mouth. "What would you like to know?" she practically whispered, moving closer, then placing her hand on his knee. She pursed her lips slightly as she began to run her hand further up his leg, making it harder for Lando to think. "What this really is, or what it will be." In all honesty, he didn't know how to act, or what to say. "Whatever you want, well, with in reason....Just not tonight." She jumped up rather quickly, swaying her hips as she walked to the other side of the room, pouring another drink. "Why?" Desperation laced his voice, eyes wide. "There is a lot of things we must sort first, and that will take quite some time." While her back was turned, Lando took this as an opportunity to look around the room. Claiming it was vast would be an understatement. Filled with the hotel's finest furniture with the lights set to a dim, sensual level would be the best way to describe it. But, this coupled with just the sight on her, was slowly turning Lando on. "What do we need to sort out?" His patience was wearing thin, but he was yearning for her already. She paused for a moment, but Lando was too focused on the mirror on the ceiling. "I have to learn about what you like, and you about my limits... You will also have to sign an NDA, no matter your decision." He was surprised with her proposition. 

"NDA?" Lando needed her to elucidate, why would she need him to sign such a thing, and not just the other way around. "You are not the only one with things to lose." She stopped speaking again, and walked into another room, leaving Lando to his thoughts; He had no right to ask about her personal life at this moment in time, however, that didn't stop his curiosity. What did she have to lose? How did she get into this situation? All those questions would go unanswered for a long while. He began to hear her footsteps once again, this time there was a paper in her grasp. "I'll give you a while to read through it." Lando had never read something so fast in all of his life, and so, was quick to reach for a pen. He was feeling warm, but not as dizzy as before, he was certain in is sobriety.  "So....Where do we start?" the driver had never asked so many questions in one day, but he just couldn't help it. He tried not to asked closed questions as he wanted o hear her seraphic voice. "Tell me about what you like, Lando, I promise I wont judge." She winked as she sat beside him again, keeping her body closer than before. He knew what she was asking but he just could not form a coherent response. His brain became foggy, but she waited for a while, trying to coerce him into relaxing slightly. "Let's start simple, do you have any kinks that you have? Or would like to try? It can only be a few for now." She tried not to overwhelm him, knowing this can be quite the stressful situation. With how personal this is, she knew that no matter how confident or extroverted the person was, it would still be very hard. His nerves were overt, so she began to run her hand over his arm and shoulder, waiting for a response. "Um...I like blindfolds...and...mirrors." He was hesitant, but as soon as he saw the smile on her face, his shoulders lowered slightly. "Well, isn't that convenient." 

Lando pulled her closer, practically forcing her into his lap, not that she wasn't pleased with the gesture; happy with his confidence back, she let him speak. "Anything I need to know about you?" His hands slowly danced up her back, trailing along her vertebrae. "A few things, I don't have many hard NOs. But you'll get to find out about that at a later date. I will say, I use the traffic light system. I'm guessing you're familiar with it?" His hands travel back down, groping her ass. "Yeah...Woah, you are responsive." He could feel her shifting in his lap more frequently now. "So, hows this supposed to work?" Lando began to move his hips slightly meeting hers. "I call you, or you call me, and if I'm not busy, you will have my room number, and we go from there." Lando smiled ear to ear, squeezing her thighs slightly rough, testing the waters. "If you're not busy?" He said in jest. "Yes Lando, I'm in very high demand." She laughed lightly, grinding harder. "Oh, so I'm one of the lucky few?" Lando's lips met her neck rather quickly, he began kissing and sucking lightly. "Exactly....Knew I'd like you." He laughed into her skin, waiting for another statement, but it never came. 

She pulled away from him, and he was once again dumbfounded. Lando licked his lips as his eyes raked over her body, he was so excited. But doesn't like to be teased. "Oh come on Sweetheart. Don't do this to me." He stood up, walking towards her, but she just backed away, walking towards the actual bedroom. "Oh Lando, I can't give you everything now, then nothing will be bring you back." She giggled, eyeing him up, she was excited to play with him. But it would be better if she made him wait. "Such a tease, I'll be punishing you for that." He threatened her with an opposing tone. Lando reached for his phone resting on the table as she spoke. "I look forward to it." She said in a sultry tone, backing away from his view. Lando walked towards the hotel door, feeling his phone buzz in his hand. 

"Considering how long you've been, I'd say you liked her" -Daniel 

Lando chuckled, choosing to leave his friend on read, the walk to his hotel room was short, it was only now that he noticed how close her and Daniel's rooms were. Lando continued to ponder until he was met with the number 303. He knocked lightly, knowing his friend was waiting. "So... What happened?" Daniel said, ushering him into the hotel room. Lando was hesitant to say, he was unaware of what happened with them, and didn't want to either say something he's not supposed to, or upset Daniel in anyway. It was a sensitive topic, and although he signed the non-disclosure agreement stating that he could discuss this with Daniel, it all felt a little strange. "We discussed a few things, and she had me sign an NDA. But other than that, not much." Daniel smirked, looking back towards Lando, offering him another drink. "That's good, you were gone for quite some time, so I'm guessing you liked her." Lando nodded, looking away for a brief moment, "Yeah, we uh...made out a little bit." He didn't know how to feel, so many emotions were running through his body, it was making it hard to focus, his hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes unfocused. Lando felt almost intoxicated with her. "Just wait until you're in her mouth." 

Chapter Two

[breezeflows]

The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 3

WOOP WOOP CHAPTER 3 IS HERE AND BOY IS IT JUICY🫣 On a serious note though, we are finally getting into some of the exciting bits of the story!! I’m hoping by the next chapter we will finally be back in the present. No more sad flashbacks!! Also y’all writing Lizzy is genuinely my favorite. If this fic wasn’t about Ford I’d be wifing her up instead😔 Anyways- here’s chapter 3 you lovely souls!

Themes: Consumption of alcohol (reader lowkey gets wasted), major hangover, bill himself is a warning, suggestiveness kind of?? idk, heartache, lizzy is overall an amazing friend, alllll the angst and feelings, injuries, etc okay enjoy!

The drive to Lizzy’s place is quiet, the steady hum of the car engine and the sound of raindrops against the windshield the only background noise. You sit in the passenger seat, watching the trees pass by through the window as you fiddle with the wedding band around your finger. Lizzy glances at you occasionally, a small frown on her face as she senses your mood. She remains silent for most of the ride, giving you space to process your emotions if need be.

It's not long before the car rolls to a stop in front of her apartment building. You reach around to gather your belongings from the backseat and step out into the rainy afternoon. Lizzy follows suit, bright pink umbrella in hand as she leads you towards the entrance.

Once inside the building, she unlocks the door to her apartment building and the two of you usher inside. The soft yellow light of the living room envelopes you, creating a cozy atmosphere in stark contrast to the gloominess outside.

Lizzy begins to kick off her shoes, hanging her keys as she silently studies your face. She can see the turmoil in your eyes, and the uncertainty you’re trying to hide.

“So,” she says gently, breaking the silence. “You okay?”

Your eyes snap out of the daze they were in as you look over at Lizzy, giving her a weak smile.

“Oh, yeah I guess. Things went a lot better than I thought they would.”

Her expression relaxes at your response, a hint of relief showing on her face.

“That’s good,” she says as she walks over to the couch and plops down on it, gesturing for you to do the same. “I was half-expecting a tearful scene or something, honestly.”

You manage a light chuckle at her remark, plopping down on the couch next to her. You pull your knees to your chest as you grab a blanket draped across the back of it, wrapping it around you.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Ford took it pretty well, actually. Better than I expected.”

Lizzy raises a brow as she leans against the back cushions, her arms crossing. “Girl, he better take it well after what he said to you. If it had been me, I would’ve dropped his ass on the spot.”

You can’t help but let out a small snort of laughter at her words, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips for the first time in a while. It’s a relief to have Lizzy’s no-nonsense attitude around, her bluntness serving as a much-needed dose of honesty.

“Yeah, yeah Liz, I know.” you admit, the smile still lingering on your face. “I was a little tempted.”

Lizzy grins, satisfied with your response as she reaches over and pats your knee supportively.

“As you should,” she says with a nod. “You don’t deserve treatment like that of any kind, no matter how important his research is to him.”

You frown slightly at her words, opting to pick at the blanket below as a distraction.

“Yeah..”

Lizzy watches your expression carefully, sensing your discomfort. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze searching your face.

“But you don’t quite agree, do you?” she probes gently.

You let out a sigh, unsure how to articulate your feelings as you continue to fiddle with the fabric of the blanket.

“It’s just… complicated Liz,” you say, your voice tinged with guilt and frustration. “Yes, I’m hurt and angry with him, but I also understand where he’s coming from. We’ve been together almost our whole lives, and this is all he has ever worked towards. His research is important to him, and he’s under a lot of pressure.”

Lizzy nods slowly as she listens to your words, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. She reaches over and places a hand on top of yours, stopping your nervous fidgeting.

“I get that Y/N, I do,” she says quietly. “And I’m not saying he’s completely in the wrong. But you shouldn’t have to feel like an afterthought in his life either. That’s not fair to you.”

Your eyes brim with tears at her response, your hand twisting and taking hers tightly.

“I know,” you say, your voice threatening to break. “I just wish we could fix things..”

Lizzy squeezes your hand as your tear-filled eyes meet hers.

“And you will, Y/N. It’ll just take some time.”

A small, wobbly smile forms on your lips at her reassurance, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. The hope that you might be able to fix things with Ford, to find a way to bridge the gap that’s widened between you both, is a small but significant comfort.

“Thank you, Liz,” you murmur, your voice still shaky. “I really hope you’re right.”

Lizzy stands with a smile, her hand pulling away from yours and resting on your shoulder.

“I know I’m right chick, because you two love each other. I’ve seen it.”

Your heart warms at her confidence, a soft smile forming on your lips as you nod.

“Now, how about some pizza?”

The few weeks you spend with Lizzy fly by, days passing in a blur of movies, late-night conversations, and plenty of chocolate induced comfort eating. As the final night of your stay approaches, Lizzy turns to you with a sly grin on her face.

“Y/N, I know you’ve been pretty reclusive the past couple of weeks, but it’s your last night here and I refuse to let you spend it watching crappy movies in my living room.”

She places her hands on her hips and gives you a stern look.

“We’re going out for drinks and that’s final.”

You mope as you walk into her view from the bathroom, your voice annoyed and pleading as you speak.

“Liz, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m a married woman, and this dress feels less than... modest.”

Lizzy rolls her eyes, her expression clearly unconvinced.

“Girl, you’re not here to pick up someone, you’re here to have fun. And as for the dress I picked out for you, it looks fantastic. Stop overthinking it.”

She gives you a onceover, inspecting your outfit.

“Besides, I’d like to see anyone who tries hitting on you tonight.”

You pout as you watch her, pulling down your dress so it covers your knees.

“I don’t know how Ford would feel about this..”

Lizzy scoffs, shaking her head.

“Ford’s not here, and we both know he should be the last person you’re trying to impress right now. You’re still young, and attractive Y/N, you deserve to enjoy yourself for one night without him on your mind. Not to mention you’ve got to live your life without kids while you can. I know the two of you have talked about it. ”

She grabs the hem of your dress and tugs it back up, flashing you a defiant look.

“And if he has a problem with you having fun, he can talk to me.”

You sigh as you give in, knowing Lizzy wouldn’t be changing her mind about your all’s plans for the night.

“Fine, fine. But we’re not staying out too late, okay?”

Lizzy grins, victorious.

“That’s more like it! And don’t worry, I promise we won’t be out until dawn,” she assures you. “Just a few drinks, maybe a little dancing, and then we’ll come back here. You trust me, right?”

“More than anything Liz.”

And that’s how you find yourself at the bar now, one too many drinks in and slumped against Lizzy’s shoulder.

She laughs at your state, her own cheeks flushed from drinking. She slings an arm around your shoulders, keeping you upright and steady in the booth the two of you occupied.

“Goodness chick, are you already trashed? We’ve barely been here an hour!” she teases, her voice lighthearted and amused.

You grumble something in response, your head spinning from the alcohol in your system. You take another sip from your glass, your tongue loose and inhibitions lowered.

“I blame you,” you slur, pointing an accusatory finger at Lizzy. “You’re a bad influence.”

Lizzy laughs loudly at your accusation, her eyes sparkling. “No one forced you to down those shots, Y/N,” she says, sliding out of the booth with ease. “I’m going to get you some water, alright? You stay right here in your seat.”

You nod lazily at her words, the idea of staying where you are very appealing. You watch groggily as she strides away, her bell bottoms and flare top in tow. She weaves through the crowd to make her way to the counter, your eyes becoming heavy.

Just as you’re starting to doze off from the alcohol, a presence suddenly sits down in the booth across from you. You blink in surprise, your vision clearing slightly as you focus on the newcomer.

Your eyes widen as you recognize your husband’s face, his features strangely serious and intense as he stares back at you. But there’s something off about him… Something otherworldly in his gaze that sends a chill down your spine.

“Well, well,” he says, his voice cool and calculated. “If it isn’t dear Y/N. You look a little worse for wear.”

Your vision blurs as you grip the side of the table, your words slurred as you speak.

“F.. Ford?”

Ford smiles widely, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The expression is slightly unfamiliar, different from the familiar warmth you’re used to. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“In the flesh, honey,” he drawls, his voice smooth and flirtatious.

“But I see you’ve had quite a few drinks already. Feeling a little dazed? I wonder how Sixer would feel about me seeing you in this state and not him. Hilarious!”

Your arm trembles weakly as you hold yourself up, vision blurring in and out as you sway slightly in your seat.

“Wha.. What? Why are you.. here..?”

His lips curl into a smug smirk as he eyes your disheveled form, eyes lingering on your exposed skin, clearly enjoying your confusion and intoxication.

“Oh, I had a little chat with Fordsy earlier. He agreed to let me take the reins for a few hours…”

He gives a careless shrug. “You know how he is. All work and no play. Figured I’d take advantage of the situation, hell, I even got him a new tattoo!”

You sit there, dumbfounded and wavering in and out of consciousness as your mind tried to process what Ford was talking about.

Ford’s – or rather, Bill’s – eyes rake over you again, giving an exaggerated sigh before his lips turned into a sly grin.

“You really are a sight for sore eyes, I can see why Sixer married you.”

Your thoughts are still spinning from the alcohol, making it hard to focus on the conversation. You struggle to keep yourself upright, your body feeling heavy and numb.

Bill notices your dazed state, chuckling as he gives a mockingly sympathetic tone.

“You look a little out of it, darling. You really shouldn’t have had so much to drink. Especially considering how easy it’d be to trick you into a deal right now.”

Your mind races with confusion as you stand up weakly, your gut telling you something wasn’t right as you sway back and forth, (Or maybe it was the alcohol) your vision blurring as you scan the place in search of Lizzy.

“Going somewhere? Those human legs of yours don’t look very stable!”

You wobble forward, ignoring his protests as you keep moving.

“You really should listen to me if you want to avoid that nasty bruise tomorrow!”

He calls out, and before you know it you trip, and everything goes black.

Hours later… aka early morning.

You slowly open your eyes, your head pounding and your memories fuzzy. You realize you’re lying on a couch in Lizzy’s apartment, a cool cloth pressed over what you assume to be a large tender bruise on your forehead.

Lizzy is sitting perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, her expression a mix of worry and frustration. She notices your eyes flutter open and lets out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank god,” she mutters. “You had me worried for a second there. I stayed up with you all night waiting for you to wake up.”

“Liz?” you mumble, head pounding. “What the hell happened? My head is killing me..”

Her expression softens at your groggy murmur, her hand reaching out instinctively to brush the hair away from your face.

“Hey, take it easy,” she says, voice low and soothing. “You took a pretty nasty fall back at the bar. Hit your head on a table on the way down.”

Your eyes widen as your memory jogs itself.

“What..? Wait, Ford.. Ford was there?”

Lizzy freezes, her expression guarded at the mention of Ford. She averts her gaze, focusing her attention on the cloth that she’s holding against your forehead.

“Uh, yeah,” she says, her voice hesitant. “He showed up towards the end of the night when I went to grab you a water… You don’t remember?”

You think to yourself for a moment, your memory patchy and vague.

“I mean, I kind of do. But it was weird? Did something happen?”

Lizzy is silent, her gaze still firmly averted from yours. She adjusts the cloth, pressing it against your head with a little more pressure than necessary.

“Nothing happened,” she finally says, her voice tight. “You just had a little too much to drink and tripped, that’s all.”

Her words are curt and dismissive, clearly trying to downplay the situation. But there’s something in her expression, a flicker of unease that betrays her true emotions.

She glances at you briefly, her eyes meeting yours for a split second before moving back to your injury.

“Lizzy..?” you say, silently pleading with her to tell you the full truth.

She exhales slowly, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She knows you’re not going to let this go, and she owes you the truth.

“Alright, fine,” she mutters avoiding your gaze. “When I got back to the booth, it was exactly when you had fell..”

You listen closely, sitting yourself up slightly.

“I had noticed Ford when I got there, sure, but when I went to go help you..”

Lizzy pauses, a frown forming on her face as she continues.

“Ford laughed,” she says as her eyes meet yours, full of concern and.. fear? “And not in a lighthearted way, in a cruel mocking way Y/N..”

Lizzy lowers the cloth from your head, placing it in her lap as you sit there, dumbfounded.

“He was just… enjoying the view, I guess,” She mutters bitterly. “Like you were some kind of joke, I don’t know Y/N. It was fucking weird, really fucking weird. I didn’t like it. He laughed as if he was the one who had done it.”

Lizzy trails off, brows furrowed as she clenches her fists. While you, on the other hand, are utterly speechless.

Your mind reels with this new information, struggling to reconcile the image of Ford – laughing coldly and mockingly at your predicament - with the caring, affectionate husband you’ve known him to be your whole life.

“I… I don’t understand,” you stutter, your voice small and confused.

“He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t do that. Not Ford.”

But as you say those words, you can’t help but recall the other strange things that had happened earlier that night. Ford’s detached demeanor, his unfamiliar choice of words, the way he seemed so cold and calculating. Your heart clenches in your chest at the thought, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Had something happened over the few weeks you’ve been gone? Did Ford get too deep in his research? Something wasn’t right.

As you try to make sense of the situation, Lizzy watches you with a mix of compassion and concern. She knows this is incredibly tough for you to hear, but she also seems to have her own worries about the situation.

“I don’t know Y/N,” she says quietly, her hands twisting in her lap. “It was just… so not him. I don’t know what the hell happened. But I’ve never seen him act like that before. It’s like he was a different person.”

Her voice trails off, leaving the two of you in silence as you’re both lost in thought.

Eventually, Lizzy breaks the silence, her voice sympathetic as she places a hand on top of yours.

“How about this, you rest up today, and when you’re ready, I’ll take you to the cabin to get some answers from Ford? Only if you feel comfortable, of course.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside of you.

“Alright,” you murmur. “I’m still feeling pretty rough, but I’d like to see him… tonight, if possible.”

Despite your confusion and worry, you know that facing your husband and talking with him is the only way to get answers. The answers that you crave so desperately in hopes that it’ll mend your breaking heart - and marriage.

Lizzy gives you a reassuring nod.

“Of course,” she says gently. “You rest up, and I’ll come get you when it’s time to go.”

She stands up, gently readjusting the cloth on your head.

“Try to get some sleep, okay?”

You nod, laying yourself back down.

You’re going to need it to cross the bridge that awaits you tonight.

READER AND BILL INTERACTION WOOP WOOP!! Also I’m not gonna lie, I feel like I messed up the timeline a little bit but I’m just gonna go for it. Thank you for reading! :)

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[theoraclenextdoor]

pac: your future spouse’s spiritual gifts and abilities

all images from pinterest and google. dividers from @/roseschoices

what spiritual gifts and abilities does your fs possess? take a deep breath, clear your mind if only for a moment, and ask yourself that question. your pile is the one that lights you up inside. please take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. and above all, be kind to yourself and each other.

🚪 p.s. i love feedback and i’m somewhat new to love readings. please pop in my inbox, leave tags or comments with your thoughts!

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O N E (cosmo & wanda)

pile one, your future spouse possesses a clear sense of spiritual and moral right and wrong. their first dealings in this were most likely from their family’s financial background, which was rooted in scarcity and fear of lack. your fs has since shed that belief through hard work and dedication to uncover the universal truth that abundance is free flowing. as universal law is something that resonates within them so deeply, they’re likely an avid reader of various belief systems like confucianism and taoism that insist on a way of life. your future spouse is not someone who interested in organized religion, law, or politics. instead they favour understanding the world as a whole and natural laws that govern it. their clear understanding of right and wrong and their own morals and beliefs will help you uncover what is hidden within you as well. however, your future spouse tends to forget to consider the emotional weight their words may carry, favoring honesty over kindness. in you, they may find that you can be both genuine and honest while being kind at the same time. what a match.

vibes: aquarian moon or aquarius dominant, fire venus, post-modernism, love of the arts and drama, 12h water sign, twin flame energy— you’ll both have to learn something to successfully be together

(five of coins; six of rods; six of blades; justice)

T W O (mulan & shang)

pile two, your future spouse is a master manifester. they are blessed with a charismatic and divine presence that makes other flock to them. they’ve found that what they desire seems to come to them effortlessly, in a stroke of luck or series of “coincidences”. and more than once, they’ve found themselves the centre of attention. they have a strong sense of self, a clear vision of their desires, and express genuine gratitude . this is someone who would likely resonate with the teachings of abraham hicks. your fs spends a lot of time daydreaming and is not attached to material things, instead desiring a comfortable home life and/or dreaming of settling down with “the one”. however, they tend to lose focus as they try to share their gifts in efforts to please everyone. this is because they have that strong sense of family and a desire for harmony within their home life mentioned previously. you are more than aware to the fact that pleasing everyone is not possible and only leads to burn out in the end. perhaps your presence in their life can help them mitigate their desire to give so much of themselves as you teach them that pleasing everyone is not sustainable. how beautiful.

vibes: debilitated ketu, mixologist (mocktails & cocktails), old soul energy, avatar the last airbender specifically the air nomads, dreamer energy, yellow and pink energy

(nine of elixirs; ten of rods; ten of elixirs; judgment)

T H R E E (suki & sokka)

pile three, i get the sense that some of you here are coming from pile two or were leaning towards choosing that one. the cards show that your future spouse’s spiritual gifts lie in their intuition and clairaudience. there’s a dreamlike quality to this pile which strongly hints that they often receive intuitive messages through prophetic dreams or dreams with obvious meaning. because your future spouse does not come from a spiritual background, these dreams and heard messages were often dismissed as a “child’s fantasy” or a vivid imagination. their gift is something most likely passed down from their paternal side, though your future spouse’s home life has not always been easy. despite a difficult childhood, your fs is in touch with their inner child and has since healed their own wounds. as indicated by the king and page of elixirs appearing together in this reading, your future spouse is someone connected to the depths of their inner power, and yet remains sensitive and loving. however, their vivid dreams come with a flip side. your fs is prone to nightmares when they are not in alignment with what they are truly meant for. that is to say, when they are stressed, their vivid dreams reflect that and become vivid nightmares. perhaps encouraging them to keep a private dream journal would help them better feel their way through both through their dreamworld and their waking one. you will find peace in one another.

vibes: prioritizes smelling good, tends to lean towards aquatic scents, “i had a feeling that..”, “this reminds me of a dream i had..”, deja vu, loves naps, mentor/teacher energy

(king of elixirs; the high priestess; page of elixirs; nine of blades rx -> six of elixirs)

F O U R (flynn rider & rapunzel)

pile four, your future spouse isn’t someone who is inherently spiritual. at most, they have a vague, underlying belief in karma. they understand and resonate with phrases like “you reap what you sow” and “what goes around comes around”. but, it feels like they’re still “asleep” to spiritual world as a whole. while its unclear what spiritual gift your future spouse possesses, they are someone of genuine kindness and insane generosity. this is someone who always seems to be in good fortune and is likely reaping the rewards of good work done in a past life. the universe is a close friend of theirs in this lifetime. somehow, your fs is also someone who is not inclined to do something that is not asked of them. whether obliviousness or laziness, this conflicts with their generous nature. as a result, they’re going through a rude awakening right now as the universe is showing them a little tough love to get them back on track. it’s likely that you’ll meet them while they are still in the throes of feeling sorry for themselves. your future spouse is someone you get to educate about your esoteric interests (ex. astrology, tarot, etc) should that be something you’re willing to do. have faith and they’ll find theirs too. how fun!

vibes: liar, liar (1997), being oblivious to signs from universe, a very quiet mind

(six of coins; page of coins; eight of rods; the tower -> eight of elixirs)

F I V E (esmerelda & phoebus)

pile five, your future spouse’s gifts is their intellect, both spiritual and mental, and their own energy. your fs’ inner world is rich and within them are balanced energies of the divine masculine and divine feminine. because of this, they have the tools and resources to solve their own problems and pave their own paths. your fs is patient enough to see a plan through and is guided by inspired action on what steps to take. this is someone who tends to follow their mind over their emotions. they rely on their own validation and are not easily swayed by others’ opinions. however, while shuffling and even interpreting the cards, a sort of ‘scatterbrained’ energy was heavily felt. often, your future spouse lacks focus and struggles with taking the first steps necessary. they have an ingrained aversion to risk, though they have become accustomed to brushing this off as procrastination. this is likely the result of doubt due to a past “failure” and is a lesson they are meant to overcome in this lifetime. perhaps you can impart wisdom from your own experiences on them. there is no such thing as failures, only learning opportunities. what is meant for us will not pass us by. you two make a valiant couple.

vibes: aaron burr, wait for it (hamilton the musical), nick miller, north node in sagittarius, north node in aries, “there is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky, and you ask "what if i fall?" oh but my darling, what if you fly?” (erin hanson)

(two of rods; strength rx; the fool rx -> three of blades; king of blades)

S I X (wade & ember)

pile six, most of you reading this are empaths and healers. your future spouse was gifted with a spiritual awakening early on in their life. they have a vast understanding of the forces at work in the universe and because of this, their relationship to life and the divine is truly beautiful. they are very attentive to their own inner world. they understand themselves and are at peace with all parts of them, even the parts they can’t understand. this is someone who is very accountable for their own thoughts, beliefs, feelings and actions. and they want to connect with a partner who wants to explore themselves and the world in this way. while this is a gift, it comes with a flip side. your future spouse is prone to overthinking and sometimes gets so caught up in their own desire to understand the universe that they become victims to a sort of “analysis paralysis”. they work try to understand the how and why behind a situation that they often end up missing out on genuine opportunities that are meant to carry them forward. perhaps you can teach them to slow down and trust that what is meant will always find them. you two are the definition lovingkindness.

vibes: red roses, glasses, “last night i realised something”, synchronicities, the friend you always come to advice for, fomo, spider-man comics, leo placements, mtv hoodie, air rising

(the wheel of fortune; queen of coins; the magician rx; queen of elixirs rx)

[panda-writes-kpop]

Dahyun Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

a/n: 9/9 done... excited to have all of these out to the world 🥹 and I can't wait to start working on other projects! Hope you enjoy this, my dears 🫶

tw: none!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Dahyun shows her love for you through acts of service and quality time. She likes to go out of her way to make your life easier, especially if you’re having a rough day, and she loves to actively spend time with you on her days off.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

Dahyun admires your reliability, and your respectful nature. You’re someone she can always trust, and you’re kind and respectful towards her family, friends, and strangers, even if they aren’t the same way back. She also loves how attentive you are towards her.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

Dahyun uses her wit and humor to help alleviate the mental/physical pain that comes with having a rough day. When your sides hurt from laughter, anything that was bothering you will drift into the background. Her mentality is that problems are easier to solve when you approach them with a better attitude.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Dahyun pictures a romantic, warm, and secure future with you. She wants a private life, away from prying eyes, where you can truly be yourself.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

Dahyun tends to be more passive when it comes to the relationship. She would prefer to go to the restaurants and places that you like so she can learn about you. You surprise her when you take her to a place she likes because she wasn’t the only one being observant toward their partner.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

When the two of you get into an argument or a minor disagreement, it’s important to Dahyun that the two of you hear each other out and listen to both sides of an argument. The truth has to lie somewhere in-between your different perspectives, and she’s determined to find a solution that will appease the both of you.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Dahyun is grateful for you, even if she doesn’t always verbally express that emotion. She will show her gratitude through small acts, like bringing you a drink from your favorite cafe or leaving a small sticky note expressing her adoration for you.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Truthfulness is an important ideal to Dahyun, and she values it above most other aspects in her relationship. She is very truthful towards you, even if she seems more reserved, and she expects the same of you.

Inspiration (How is their S/O inspired by them?)

You are inspired by Dahyun’s wit and charms, especially when she can come up with comments or reactions on a moment’s notice. She never seems unprepared or caught off-guard by anything, and if she is, she knows how to hide it well.

Jealousy  (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Dahyun is hard to read at times, so you can’t really tell if she’s jealous. She trusts you with all of her heart, so she doesn’t feel jealous when someone approaches you and you reject them. If they do happen to make her jealous, she’ll approach you with a warm smile and start chatting with you, which gives the other person the hint that you’re taken.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Dahyun doesn’t kiss you too often, but when she does, she kisses your cheek or lips.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Dahyun likes to take you on walks in nature on your days off, so the two of you can relax and have some time to yourselves. Sometimes, you both will just walk and stew in deep silence, or the two of you will talk about hundreds of topics and spend the day enjoying each other’s company.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Dahyun does often think about getting married to you, but she doesn’t bring it up until you do. She doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and be too forward too soon, but she does find herself dreaming of a domestic future with you. When the two of you finally have that conversation, she finds herself occasionally teasing you about the topic if it’s something that makes you shy.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Babe, baby, honey

Dahyun likes modern nicknames, especially if they make you flustered.

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Dahyun doesn’t act much differently when she is in love, so it’s hard for people who aren’t close to her to tell. To those close to her, it’s obvious that she’s in love with you because she always brings you up in conversation, even if you’re not a relevant topic at the moment.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Dahyun is a more private person, so she doesn’t tend to show a lot of physical affection to you when you’re in public. However, if you kiss her cheek, give her a small side hug, or indulge in a little bit of PDA, she’ll happily respond and do the same back to you.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Dahyun gets a lot of energy from being around her loved ones, so she’s always pumped to spend time with you, no matter what you’re doing with each other.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Dahyun isn’t a huge born romantic, but she does like to spark romantic moments with you. It isn’t something that she plans, it just happens in the moment. She’ll say something sweet that will have you swooning when it just happens to fall off of her tongue.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Dahyun shows you support by using her strengths to help boost you. She’s organized and a bit of a perfectionist, and she will help you organize and practice as many times as you need to until you get things right.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Dahyun prefers a mixture of spontaneity and planning when it comes to her relationship. When you make plans, she likes to have a rough outline of what you’re doing together, but she’s fine with tweaking the plans by the moment if you decide that you want to do something different together.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Dahyun has a strong understanding of the different aspects that make up you as a person. She understands you past what someone could learn in a simple interaction - she feels as if her soul is forever intertwined with yours.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Dahyun values your relationship as she values her familial and strongest platonic relationships. Someday, you’ll be a part of her close family, and she wants you to know that you’re a valuable part of her life.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

Her fear of heights can cause some difficulties in date planning - you don’t want her to feel uncomfortable or scared with you; however, teasing her about this will cause her to investigate, find out, and then tease you about your greatest fears.

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Dahyun does enjoy giving you physical affection, but she often waits for you to initiate the affection first. She wants you to express affection comfortably, and she doesn’t want to do too much too quickly. Once she gets used to your boundaries, however, she will surprise you more often and give you random kisses and hugs throughout the day.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Dahyun knows that you may be missing her or the familiarity of home while you’re away, as she would in the same circumstance, so she’ll send you reminders that she’s thinking of you or checking up on your house/apartment while you’re away. She’s fine with finding activities to distract her mind - she knows that you’ll be back sooner if she can make the time go faster.

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

If you are as deeply in love with her as she is with you, then Dahyun is willing to go to great lengths for your relationship. She adores everything you have built together, and she doesn’t want to throw it away over some minor inconvenience. She’ll fight for your relationship, and she hopes that you will do the same as well.

[onlyoneofyongsoo]

Why BUB actually fits into OOO's catalogue

Bump Up Business has been criticised for many things, and don’t get me wrong, it’s far from perfect, but there is one question I have heard a lot: “Why did OnlyOneOf of all people choose to do this? Doesn’t this show play exactly into the thing we have been defending them of?”

My own answer to this is yes and no. But let me explain. 

In this I will not be discussing what the writers had in mind, because I don’t know them. But I’ll talk about why I think it makes sense OnlyOneOf would tell this kind of story, whether they actually had any say in choosing this drama or not.

The main argument for most peoples' criticism I’ve seen is “This show is about/glorifying queerbaiting.�� But is it really? Both of the characters are already queer. Jihoon has dated at least one man and is very aware of his own sexuality. Eden is quickly established as being very insecure in his own sexuality, not because he’s straight, but because he’s queer and finds that hard to accept. So the show is about queer characters. 

Okay, so how does the queerbaiting fall into this? Obviously there is queerbaiting present. Their company practically forces them to do it. Eden is very reluctant, but agrees after the company gives him an ultimatum. Jihoon is less reluctant, but also in a tight spot. He has fallen off and this is seemingly his last chance to save his career, something he wouldn’t give up even for the man he loved. So the characters take no pleasure in the queerbaiting, but is it a problem to them? Yes, actually. It is made clear that they have trouble telling apart what is real feelings and what’s just work. In episode 4 for example Jihoon asks Eden if he is struggling with their concept after Eden revealed how insecure he is in his sexuality. The question comes from a place of caring and honesty. Eden then answers that he is okay because it’s "just work". Since emotions and their hidden identities are now part of their work it gets all muddled and confusing for them. 

You might say now “But that’s not the problem with queerbaiting! They’re leading their fans on!” And from a fan’s perspective I agree. They are leading them on. But this isn’t about fans, this show is about idols. What would it be like for a queer idol to work in an industry where you are urged to act queer but to never be queer? How would that affect your personal life?

In the drama the queer characters hide their identity. Even after Hyunbin spread these awful rumours about Jihoon, they don’t reveal their relationship. Evidently having rumours about being with women is still better than revealing that you’re gay. The entire time they keep any real relationships under wraps. 

On top of that, in a way Eden has to out himself for his job. Even though he of course isn’t allowed to be actually queer, acting this lovey-dovey with another man in public sure must feel like he’s coming out and he is clearly uncomfortable with that. Interviewers and netizens are constantly questioning their relationship as well. Are they gay? Are they straight? Do they naturally act that way? Is the company forcing them? Having all your actions be scrutinised and dissected like this, especially as a closeted queer person is terrifying. 

Once again I’m not claiming that the writers wanted to represent queer idols’ struggles, but I think you can understand how this might be able to be read that way, especially by idols themselves. 

Now how does this fit in with OnlyOneOf’s usual work, besides the obvious queer element? For that I’d like to remind you of June 2022. That is the month we started off the undergrOund idOl project. If you’re like me, then that name probably made you question it. What does it mean? I remember theories about it being about struggling as a relatively unknown group and things along those lines. Luckily they gave us hints in several articles by letting us know that the series is about “the inner side of idols who shine on stage”. Okay, cool! So is it about struggles with fame? Like a glimpse behind the mask? Let’s look at the videos! Hm… Not much about idol life here actually… They’re all just.. queer? How curious. Almost as if they want to highlight the queerness so many idols or celebrities have to hide?

So OnlyOneOf, a group whose behaviours and sexualities are constantly being dissected and who is famous for telling and highlighting genuine queer stories, even connecting those stories to what idols have to hide, choose a drama that is about queer idols who have to navigate their queerness in an industry that demands “fake queerness” but has no room for real queer people. This doesn’t actually seem that surprising to me. Does it to you?

Last comments:

I don’t think that BUB is a critical masterpiece tastefully portraying the harsh reality of queer celebrities. I think that the producers and writers did not do a good job and that OnlyOneOf’s own work is a lot better. But I can absolutely see how this story fits into the larger picture and why this could be appealing to them. I don’t know if they even had any say in doing the drama to begin with. But I just wanted to provide a different point of view. Maybe someone found this interesting at least <3

[heyidkyay]

And if it weren't this dark |

(Tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it properly)

Part One

A/N: hey, a short Alex one for you! it's been in my drafts for a while now, and isn't proofread but I figured I'd just post it and see if anyone likes it, first time writing for him so bare with me..

Summary: You and Alex have been together for ages and it's been so incredible, only now things have changed and you're struggling to tell him just how you feel.

Warning: angst- but also a bit of fluff so, lack of communication

Part Two

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I’d been dropping hints.

JESUS CHRIST had I been dropping hints.

There wasn’t a day gone by that I hadn’t thought about it finally happening. But as I mentioned, I’d been dropping hints only, they hadn’t been hitting.

So either I was relatively shit at this whole charade or… Alex was just utterly clueless.

I was leaning more towards the latter. But maybe I was simply biased, because over the last coming weeks my hints hadn’t been all that subtle.

I mean, only the other day we’d been on the way to my sister’s house for tea- she’d recently gotten engaged and mum had wanted to celebrate the only way my family really knew how. With good food. 

But neither Alex or I had remembered to pick up the wine we’d promised beforehand, and so we’d popped into the local Tesco’s on the drive over to pick up a few bottles. And whilst we’d been perusing- as you do- we’d somehow found ourselves wandering down the baby aisle.

Yes, the baby aisle. Because that was what I’d been waiting on. A baby. Or rather, a fucking good shag that then led to a baby.

Because, let’s be honest, I really wasn’t one to turn down a good time, far from, but these last few weeks there had been something else I’d been rather hoping for.

Everyone (and I mean everyone!!) around us was either settling down, buying homes, building families, or getting engaged. And Alex and I, well we’d been together for years and yet, nothing.

No ring. No big day planned. No talks of the future. Nada.

Nothing.

And I could honestly say that I wasn’t the type that needed that kind of security voiced or announced.

Truly. 

When Alex and I had first gotten together, I’d only realised that we were properly seeing each other when some other lad at a house party had tried to pull me. I’d never seen Alex so possessive, and it had been proper cute and a tad bit funny in the moment. He’d ‘staked his claim’- how cliche and chauvinistic, yes I know- but that was what had quickly taken us from Y/n and Alex, to Y/nandAlex. Which had suited me quite fine.

So yeah, him and I, since then had always sort of relied on our actions to simply show how we were feeling. 

Like when we’d first moved in together. There’d not been much of a discussion about it, my flat had quickly become the first place Alex would come back to after touring, his stuff had just started taking up space- washing in the dryer, dirty trainers in the hallway- and then he’d started calling it home. ‘Let’s head home, shall we?’ and ‘We’ll be home soon, darling.’ 

And that was all lovely. I adored having that kind of connection with him. 

But there were times when I desperately wished he would open up a little more about what he was thinking. Because although I could read him like an open book most days- his emotions especially- there were far and few times in between when I just felt so lost.

Like recently, I supposed.

I feel like we’ve been on the same page for so long, only now I’m ready to turn anew, start another chapter. Together.

But Alex? I have no fucking clue what he wants.

In all honesty, I think he’d be rather content to just carry on as we have been for the rest of eternity. No talk, no hashing things out. Have Christmas dinner with his parents, spend Boxing Day with mine. New Years in London, back home in time for spring. Same order from the local kebab, Friday nights stay reserved for one another.

And that would be it.

Lost to this routine.

Not that I was expecting a proposal or some grand gesture. I wasn’t much into the idea of any of that! No, just- I wanted more, you know?

I wanted that family I’d always dreamt about, that house we’d quickly make a home. I wanted nappies and nightly feeds, baby-grows which then turned into dungarees. Ten tiny little toes, someone with a cute button nose, a person made up of both him and I. 

But I just didn’t know when that would happen, or if it ever would.

So yeah- Tesco’s. Fuck, did I love to ramble! If Alex could only hear me now I supposed. 

So, as I was saying, we’d been stood in the baby aisle, Alex scrolling through his phone aimlessly, waiting for my dad to text him back a reply after we’d asked if they’d needed anything else whilst we were out. And me, staring starry eyed at the tiny socks and mittens and cute little newborn tees that were on display.

I’d said to him, almost thoughtlessly, “Imagine us having to buy all this. All these tiny little things.”

He’d just glanced up at me, smiled, hummed. Then replied, “Your dad asked if you’d pick him up some of that heartburn medication he buys. Says his acid reflux is playing up again.”

And hadn’t that just been grand? Mentioning my father’s gastrointestinal issues whilst we’d been stood surrounded by adorable little baby items, with me unsubtly referencing the image of US buying some for OUR child in the (now very obvious and very, very far) future.

Incredibly clued in, my Alex.

That hadn’t even been the worst of it though.

A few weeks back, my friend had mentioned that her and her fiancé were actively trying to conceive and I’d been so over the moon for the pair of them. All excited about the chance of having another baby to spoil rotten.

And Alex, he had been all smiles whilst congratulating them, sat comfortably beside me, but when I’d brought it up again on the drive home, he’d simply shrugged it off as though it was a thing that occurred every other day. 

Your mates starting a family. Nothing too out of the ordinary there, at least not to Alex. 

It had royally pissed me off in truth.

And I’d been a little off with him ever since, I think he knew it too.

“Love?”

I blinked out of the daze I’d let myself get lost in and looked away from the laptop screen I’d been staring at for the last, however long. I hummed quietly to him in reply, titling my head against the cushions and over towards where he was stood in the doorway.

“Been calling your name for a while now, you alright?” He quirked a brow up at me, a smug little smile limning his lips as he leant against the frame. He didn’t even know how good he looked. 

I nodded with a small smile then glanced away, back towards the email I’d just been typing. “‘M fine. Just need to get this done.”

Alex said nothing but I heard the soft shuffle of his socked feet across our wooden floors before the settee dipped beside me. He rested his chin against my shoulder, peering down at the screen.

“Just wanted to know what you fancied for tea.” Alex murmured, breath brushing against the skin of my neck. I withheld a shiver. “Figured we could order from that place round the corner.”

I rolled my lip against the other, pushing my glasses up my nose before I wrote another passage, honing all of my focus on finishing this email so that I could finally just relax for the evening.

“Whatever you want, Al. I’m not all that fussed.”

Alex leant away from me slightly, back pressing against the settee cushions, he stayed that way for a while and I could feel his presence as I continued to type away. It was only a short time later that I grinned triumphantly down at the laptop and clicked send, thankful to have it gone and out of my mind.

“All done, cherry?”

Smiling at the familiar petname, my eyes flickered over towards him. I took in the woollen jumper he wore, as well as his hair which was tousled and unkept, probably from having run his hands through it all day. I was only just able to stop myself from reaching out to tangle my fingers in it, wanting to smooth it over. 

“All done.” I murmured faintly and gifted him a tired smile.

Alex was the type to take something and run with it though, so I wasn’t all that surprised when he grinned right back at me and extended a hand out to cradle my left cheek. I leaned into his warmth for a second, allowing his thumb to brush the skin under my eye, probably from where today’s makeup had just begun to smudge. 

I inhaled after and slowly pulled away. Not paying much mind to the way Alex slumped slightly and instead opting to busy myself with putting away my laptop and clearing up the mess I’d made of the coffee table. 

I did it all quietly, picking up the two mugs of tea I’d made, one empty, the other barely touched from where I’d forgotten about it, whilst Alex watched on. The tele remote was perched on the very edge of the table and so I tossed it over towards him, padding my way into the kitchen.

“Put something on, will you? Think there’s a good film on Channel 5.” I prompted over my shoulder, glancing at him through the tramson window that had been installed shortly after the sink had sprung a leak during last tour and flooded the flat, forcing us to make do whilst the owner had remodelled.

Pressing the power up button, Alex flipped the remote around in his hand a couple of times, he looked deep in thought and so I left him be, choosing to wash up the two mugs as well as the few stray knives and forks which littered the basin. 

I hummed quietly to myself, an old song I could hardly recall the lyrics of, whilst I worked, thinking about the many things I had to get done before the weekend started. 

It was Alex’s voice which startled me from my musings actually. He was so much closer now than he’d been before when he spoke up again, I'd obviously not heard his approach.

“So, tea?” Alex questioned me with a slight furrow between his brows, he’d propped himself up against the kitchen counter about an arms width away.

“God, Al! What are you- a wraith? Don’t sneak up on me like that!” I scolded, having jumped out of my skin. I took a deep breath. “Could’ve had a heart attack or something over the kitchen sink.”

Alex chuckled lowly at me, clearly amused by my reaction, he shook his head. “Make headlines, you- woman dies whilst doing the washing up! Reckon it’ll lead to a riot- start up a petition that’ll change the way we wash dishes forever.”

I rolled my eyes, flicking a few soap duds at him in retaliation which only made him reach out towards me. I tried to evade him but he was too quick, sweeping and wrapping me up in his arms so that I couldn’t proceed to splash him any further.

“You always been this much of a weirdo?” I huffed, not making much of an effort to escape his hold even as I struggled to blow a strand of hair out of my face. 

He hummed, smiling down at me as we begun to sway. “Might’ve been. No getting rid of me now that you’ve finally realised it though.”

I playfully winced in retort, forcing out a loud put-upon sigh. “Should’ve just kept quiet and slipped out once you’d fallen asleep watching the tele.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at me, tugging me in tighter. “As if you would.” He taunted.

I simply smirked in retort and let my damp hands work their way under the soft material of his jumper. I cackled loudly at the way he shivered and jumped away from me like a frightened cat during a thunderstorm.

“Ah, you’re in for it!” Alex declared, his face a right picture.

Quick as I could, I dived to my left so that I could position the kitchen counter between us, bracing myself against it to grin over at him. “Should’ve thought twice about that before telling me what to do, Turner.”

“Minx.” Alex smirked, and then he pounced.

We spent the next however long running about the flat after that. 

He’d somehow been able to grab at me in the hallway but I’d thankfully managed to wrangle my way out of his hold, sprinting into our room to use the bed to my advantage. I rolled over it, putting a dent in the freshly made sheets but using the spare moment to take a couple- much needed- deep breaths whilst Alex waltzed slowly inside. I scowled when the door closed behind him. He flashed me a victorious smile.

“Unfair. I’m at a disadvantage.” I pouted, hoping it would soften him slightly. But when that didn’t work I resorted back to a narrow eyed glare. “Open the door, Alex.”

“I don’t think so, Angel-face. You see, I’ve got you cornered.”

I looked for another escape, Alex only growing nearer, but my only options were limited. I could either goad him and then dart towards the door, or dive out the window. 

Seeing as though I didn’t much fancy breaking my neck, I opted for the former.

“Come on, Al.” I chuckled breathlessly, perching precariously on the edge of the mattress in hopes of lowering his defences a little. “We’ve had fun, but I’m proper knackered now. Call it quits so we can have a cuddle?”

Alex glanced over at me warily, he knew me far too well but appeared to be on the verge of agreement. He slowly made his way over towards the bed, shoulders hunched, still on his guard. 

“Promise?”

I hummed my vague assent, smiling up at him softly.

He paused with squinted eyes, “You’ve gotta verbalise it, love. Don’t count otherwise.”

I tilted my head up at him, feigning confusion. But we both knew I wouldn’t say it unless I really meant it. I kept my word.

That little flaw of mine seemed to trip me up though, and we both realised it at the same time too. So as I manoeuvred my way towards the door- feeling like Kim Possible, might I add- Alex was already in motion, catching me by the hips before I could even surpass the foot of the bed.

“Alex!” I screamed, only growing louder when he threw me over his shoulder and span us around. “Put me down! Now!”

“I fucking knew it!” Alex laughed merrily, bouncing me about the place. I swatted at his back unhappily, starting to feel my stomach in my throat. “Knew you’d try something.”

“Yeah, yeah… proper clever, you. Can you put me fucking down now? Think I’m gonna yosh.”

I could only roll my eyes when he dropped me on my arse, although thankfully it was on the mattress. Huffing, I fought to tame the mess he’d probably made of my hair.

“Twat.”

Alex merely chuckled, leaning in close to tuck a strand of stray hair behind my ear. I smiled when he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Hm, so you say.” I replied, peering up at him from where he towered over me, his hand falling to frame my jaw.

He leant in again, smiling as his lips met mine. “Had to show you who’s boss, didn’t I? Couldn’t let you get away with that.”

I gave an airy titter, pushing him away so that I could pull myself to my feet. “I could’ve had you on your arse the second you strolled in here, was just playing fair.”

He caught my wrist before I could retreat back into the living room, encasing my hand in his. I frowned slightly, looking back at him, mainly confused.

“What’s up?” I questioned him. His brown eyes flickered back and forth between my own, he looked conflicted all of a sudden, it was something you didn’t see on Alex too often which caused my frown to deepen, “Alex?” I prodded.

A small sigh escaped him and his gaze fell towards our joined hands, I let my thumb brush against the back of his own, wanting to reassure him in some way.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked again, stepping closer. My other hand braced his forearm.

Alex’s eyes found mine once more and I didn’t think I had ever seen him this torn up. It threw me a bit, his demeanour had changed so quickly, it was like he’d done a total one-eighty on me.

“Think I should be asking you that question.”

I frowned at Alex’s vague reply.

“What do you mean? I’m fine, Alex. Annoyed that you won, but I’ll get you the next time.” I assured him, chuckling softly at the end. But it didn’t seem to do much.

Alex just shook his head, stepping away towards the window. He dragged a hand across his face, rubbing at his chin whilst he gazed down at the street below. 

“Al…” I tried. “Alex. Will you look at me?”

His eyes fell shut, he squeezed them as though he was trying to sort through a messy array of thoughts, of emotions.

Then he sighed. “I just don’t get you sometimes. One second you’re off with me, hardly even have the time to spare a glance my way. Then the next, we’re as happy as Larry, dancing about the kitchen, play-fighting, laughing.”

I had to look away, down towards my feet as a surge of guilt rippled through me. It wasn’t Alex’s fault that he had no idea about all the thoughts that were raging about inside my head. It wasn’t his fault that I was too scared to just come out with it. To tell him what I so does wanted. To just talk to him. 

None of the blame was on him and yet, I’d still placed it all there.

“I’m sorry.” I said, slumping down onto the edge of the mattress with a sigh. My eyes trailed over to find him staring back, his face gave nothing away. “I’ve been an utter twat. And I’ve been so fucking unfair to you. I- I don’t know, Al. I’ve just been struggling with a lot lately. But it really is nothing that you’ve done.”

Alex released a long breath, thumbing the bridge of his nose before he walked towards the bed, taking a seat beside me. We sat there in silence for a few moments, I could feel my heart hammering in my throat. Because it really was now or never. I either told him or… I got over myself. And nothing would change.

“You say you’ve been struggling.”

I angled my head over towards him upon hearing his words, Alex continued to look onwards though, his hands clasped between his knees.

He looked a lot older in that moment, and it reminded me of just how long we’d been together. I could recall a similar moment we’d shared well over a decade ago now, just before the band’s very first London gig.

Alex had spent weeks torturing himself over it, figuring that they’d be wasting their time playing to an empty room. 

It had been the night before they’d been set to leave when he’d come round mine. It’d been late. Really late, as in only mere hours before the train he’d been expected on was set to depart. 

It had just been the two of us. But that hadn’t ever been an unusual occurrence. We’d sat in silence together for a longwhile on my messy bedsheets- he’d always been the type to struggle with words. Strange for a songwriter, yeah, but unless they were accompanied by a couple chords then Alex could honestly spend a millennia searching for the right ones to use if you’d let him. 

He had spoken up eventually though. Told me what was bugging him. And I’d been the one to try and right every bad thought he’d had. Dull his racing mind. 

I’d always very much doubted his fears, about no one wanting to listen to their music outside of Sheffield. Outside of the safety net we’d grown up in. But Alex was as stubborn as I was, and so we’d spent a lot of late nights arguing about it. We’d always make up for it though come morning. 

And Alex had gone, obviously. I’d been one of the few to see the band off that morning, waving goodbye even as the train blurred and disappeared out of sight. He’d phoned me later that night after the gig, I’d heard his smile, he’d gone on this long rant about how wrong he’d been. Because the pillock had only gone and gotten carried around the venue on a sea of hands, hadn’t he?

This moment didn’t feel quite the same though. Because these fears I’d been facing, well they didn’t threaten anything outside of the four walls we’d carved for ourselves. If I told him how I felt, there was a very big chance that he might not feel the same, want the same. There was a very real chance he could just walk away.

“If it’s been so bad. Why didn’t you just come to me?” Alex asked and his eyes found mine then, that warm brown of his appeared so oddly defeated. So much so, I struggled to find a reply. 

“Just come out with it. Please. ‘Cause all this up and down, and back and forth. I don’t know if I can take much more. It’s been driving me round the bend. I hate reaching out towards you and feeling you pull further away. Kills me. Hate feeling like there’s something standing between us. ‘Cause it’s never been that way. Not with me and you.”

My throat grew tight with tears, but I wouldn’t cry, not now. Not when it was me who had caused all this.

“I know.” I had to take a deep breath to keep them at bay. To hide the strain in my voice. I pivoted so that my knee folded beneath me and I could really see his face. He followed, taking ahold of my hands. “I know, and I am sorry. Truly. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier. That I let it get this bad. That I let you get so torn up. I didn’t even realise.”

Alex pulled me into an embrace, hand holding the back of my neck as I buried my face in his. Because that was the man Alex was, he put me above everything else. Including himself.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He hushed, thumb brushing over the top of my spine. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

I did know that. But still.

“I don’t want to lose you, Alex.”

That probably hadn’t been the best thing to say. Alex all but flung himself back, alarm swimming in his eyes as he levelled me with a long look.

“Lose me? What’s that meant to mean? Why would you lose me?”

A tear fell then, followed by a couple more. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing them away, hating the thought of seeing him so distraught.

“Y/n. Love. Please, you’re actually beginning to scare me now. Tell me what’s happened.”

I tried to look away. I didn’t want to do this, not here not now, but his fingers grasped my chin, tugging me back to face him.

A sob spilled from my lips and I crumpled slightly, his hands jumped up to my shoulders, struggling to hold me up.

“What could have you this worked up?” He stressed, shaking me slightly. “Just tell me, because all the fucking things I’ve got racing through my head. I- Put me out of my misery at least. Please.”

It took all the strength I had to peer up at him, eyes red and raw. “I want more, Alex. I want more than just this.”

After I’d said it, I wanted to take all my words back. The hurt that flashed across his face felt like a sharp slap to mine. He started to move, to stand. And I realised he was about to leave.

“Al. Alex.” I called, tried. Clutching at his arm. “Alex, please! Just listen, will you?”

He wasn’t having it. Shaking his head at me as he stormed his way out of the bedroom.

“I can’t believe you’ve just said that.”

It was like a punch to the gut, hearing the upset that lined his voice. His back was to me as I chased after him, I’d ever seen him like this.

“I didn’t mean it! Not like that! Not in the way it sounded.”

“Like fuck you didn’t mean it, Y/n!” Alex shouted, and I caught a glimpse of his face when he went to tug his jacket off the hanger by the front door. 

I could count the times I’d seen Alex cry on one hand. But right then, there were tears in his eyes.

“Alex.” I pleaded with him.

A deathly silence fell between us, I watched his shoulders sag before he turned back around towards me. I wanted nothing more than to hold him again. Take away all his pain, the pain I’d caused.

“If you leave right now, I’ll never forgive you.” I choked out, “Please don’t leave. Please.”

He stared at me. Long and hard.

“Tell me the truth then.”

His voice was nothing but a strained whisper. He looked so tired, arms slumped helplessly by his sides.

I swallowed thickly. Hands fisted against my chest.

Alex scoffed at me then and ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his stinging eyes. He shook his head and went for the latch.

I felt my eyes fall close. It was now or never, I supposed. He was leaving either way.

“I want a baby, Alex.”

[thelaughtercafe]

Angel

Tea Type: Half and Half (This one was written to vent so it's got a little more hurt towards the beginning than usual)

Potential Triggers: Nonspecific mentions of emotional abuse

Pairing: Duncan/ F!Reader

Length: 1k+

Summary: You and Duncan are both desperately trying to stay awake for the challenge. The lack of filter allows confessions to slip from both of you.

“Ugh I’m starting to go. Can you help keep me awake?”

Duncan looked over and blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken much the past weeks save him teasing as he did with most of the girls. You didn’t outwardly encourage it but he could admit he got pleasure out of your flustered reactions to keep it up consistently with no provocation. 

A smirk twitched onto his lips as he moved to where you were sat leaning against a tree trunk a little ways from the main group. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. Tell me what I can do.”

You were already a blushing mess. It’d taken a great deal of courage to even ask but already you were growing meek again.  

“Well I…um…sorry.”

He softened a little after a glance over his shoulder, tugging you to sit behind the tree with him. Everyone was mostly sleeping and this way no-one would see his expressions before he heard them coming in advance. He didn’t want anyone hearing him like this. Hell, he typically wouldn’t ever dream of being like this but the lack of sleep was impairing his judgment. 

“Why do you do that? You constantly apologize for stuff that’s not even your fault. Or without having even done anything wrong at all. It makes you look weak.”

It wasn’t the nicest way to say it maybe but Duncan was trying. 

You looked down to your fidgeting hands and smiled bitterly.

“It’s not exactly a happy reason; but you don’t seem like the kind of guy to pity people so I guess it’s alright if I tell you. Let’s just say my home life wasn’t great. My mom was sick so I was left to do all the chores and such. Her long term boyfriend was quick to put me down and point out the smallest of inadequacies in my efforts.”

You shrugged before looking at the camera across the way and giving it the finger. 

“That’s for you if you’re watching this, dick.”

God, you really were tired. Your filter was gone. Luckily, your attention was shifted to Duncan as he smiled at you and lightly placed his hand on yours.  

“Well I say he’s lucky. If it was me I would’ve stopped doing them altogether. Guy sounds like a real piece of work." 

You turned your gaze to his and he noticed the hint of sadness within. 

"Which is why you’re the strongest person I know. That’s actually the first time I told him to fuck off. After making me spiral into panic attacks, giving me arachnophobia, and making me hate myself it still took me being on the verge of passing out on a reality show talking with a bad boy with a heart of gold to get the courage. Pathetic. isn’t it?" 

Duncan clenched his fists but managed his anger with a breath, trying not to blush at your honesty. 

"Right. You really think of me like that sweetheart?’

The typically antagonistic nickname now sounded sweet. 

You shrugged, finding it much easier to talk when not looking at him as you put your head on his shoulder. 

”‘Course I do. You may act all mean but you want us to win too. I don’t think you’re half as cruel as you pretend to be. You’re here comforting me and keeping me awake aren’t you?“

You yawned and he scoffed, glad you couldn’t see his face as a tinge of pink surely was evident. 

"Could just be doing it to get further in the competition. More chance our team wins if there’s two of us.”

You shrugged. 

“Sure. You could be. But I doubt it. I have a bad habit of only seeing the good in people and ignoring my gut feelings. But here on the island I’ve learned to start listening to it more. And right now it’s telling me you’re a good guy. It always has.”

Duncan sighed and looked down in amusement at you now fully cuddled into his side. He curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer but when he felt your breaths start to slow he ran his fingers along your neck for a moment in warning. 

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep k?”

You jerked in his grip and giggled which made him blink.  

Huh. 

He noted the way you suddenly looked nervous, and the way your face had gone red. In addition to your eyes flicking everywhere looking for escape, a smug smirk crawled across his face. 

“Oh princess~ Got something you wanna tell me?”

He felt you stiffen and you giggled nervously again, clearly jumpy. 

God you were precious. 

“N-No! I just-I-thanks for helping but I-”

As you were about to scramble away he quickly turned to pin you against the tree, easily restraining your wrists over your head with one hand and leering over you.  

“You may as well give it up. I know you’re ticklish. Sure would be a shame if I let you fall asleep now ya know? Time to fulfill your duty to the team like the angel you are~”

Oh God. Time to pretend he didn’t just say that last part. Distract!

“D-Did you just-hey whahahahait!! Duncan!!”

You dissolved into squeals and giggles as his free hand began squeezing along your thighs suddenly regretting wearing shorts.

“You are such a jheheheherk!!”

Glad his moment of softness had been forgotten Duncan easily returned to teasing, feigning innocence.

“Oh? But I thought you were so sure I was a nice guy. Looks like your feelings were wrong. Good thing you have a thing for bad boys huh angel?”

He relished in the way you went even darker and sputtered over your laughter.

“N-No I-what!? That’s-crazy talk!”

“Your blush tells a different story. Plus, I’ve caught you stealing glances all summer. Lucky for you I like good girls just as much. Even called dibs in the boys cabin. Trent almost beat me to you but lucky for me he got more into Gwen around the same time which means you’re all mine if you want to be, angel.”

While he was talking casually his hands were moving easily all over, from your thighs to your hips up to your underarms and then to your neck where he opted to stay, keeping you in steady giggles as he waited for your response. 

You rolled your eyes before smirking back. 

“F-Fhihihine then. Gonna make me fhahahall demon boy?”

He grinned, full of roguish charm as his fingers finally slowed and he released your hands to cup your face in his palms and then seal your promise. 

“Only if you’re sure you’re ready for it sweetheart.”

No-one would find out until a few competitions later; when he got sick of hiding and kissed you so hard you swooned after a win you somehow managed to pull off. 

All insecure thoughts of him caring more about his bad boy image than you were  banished and it suddenly made sense to Courtney and Gwen why the nicknames, however passive aggressive, had stopped. They were all for you.  

Angel was still his favorite of course.

[mirabai0821]

Confession? Go see a priest.

Pairings: Tav x Halsin x Astarion Rating: Gen Summary: One does not fault a rose for needing both earth and sun. Or Tav passess out after confessing her love to both elves.

“Well, that was dramatic.” Astarion tried to sound light but all the biting sarcasm he meant to deploy had been hollowed out of his words. She scraped all the artifice from him, leaving him without the shield of his dry humor. Now whatever was said had to sink into him, finally forcing him to deal with whatever emotions got stuck.

“Now Astarion,” strangely, though, the levity Astarion could not find had made its way to Halsin. Once again Tav had humbled him. Three hundred and fifty years of wisdom and experience but this fragile, short-lived little thing managed to teach him something wholly new. He felt so absurd it turned a corner into amusing. The smile Astarion could not muster would not leave Halsin’s face. “Surely you, of all people would think declarations of love should be dramatic?” 

“Fair point, I do love the theatricality of it all, right down to the timely faint.”

As Tav, slept, the elves sat in silence.

“Well?” Halsin asked.

“Well what?”

Halsin glared. 

Astarion rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, you meant to ask, ‘Is there a way?’”

Halsin kept glaring. 

“Well, do you think there is? Why am I the one forced to come up with an answer? This better not be your way of designating me 'the one with all the answers' in this little triad of ours.”

Halsin chuffed, amused. "A simple 'yes' would've done."

"Oh darling, you're gonna learn quickly I am nothing simple."

"All the better then. I like a challenge."

Astarion waved an accusatory finger in Halsin's face.

“Don’t you get any ideas, you oaf. I can barely sort out my feelings for this one,” he thrust that finger back at Tav. “Much less my feelings for you.”

Halsin's added his eyebrows to his hairline. “And are there feelings?”

“Of course there are.” He began to list them off his fingers like a mother’s shopping list. “Jealousy, envy, spite, a not inconsiderable amount of lust, more jealousy and…”

Halsin winced, dreading the rest. 

“Appreciation. Friendship. Maybe even affection if you squint.”

Halsin blushed. “Astarion.”

“No, I mean it. You were there for her when I couldn’t be." The dry humor bled away again, honesty taking up its place. "I’m not…strong. Not like you or the others. I wanted her to protect me, but when she needed protection it was you that stepped in. I'll never forget that.”

“You are stronger than you look, little star. But should ever that strength fail you, look to me.”

It was Astarion’s turn to blush. “You’re not gonna confess now too are you? I can only handle one confessional per day. You’ll have to wait, or see a priest.”

“Like you, I’ll only confess to lust and affection…for now at least.” Halsin hummed thoughtfully, fixing a serious stare on the paler elf. “She loves you, Astarion. That alone would have been enough for me but it’s more than that. I don't care for you for love of her. I care for you for well... you.”

“You are confessing!” Astarion feigned a scandalized gasp.

“Maybe I am,” he relented. “But I think not yet. My heart hopes though, that we can figure that out together.”

At long last, after this whole whirlwind of a day, a grin as wide and deep as the Chionthar broke across the vampire’s face. It stretched so far it hurt. But it was the good pain though, the kind that’s good for the body. “Oh, how blessed am I to receive two lovers in a day where most only get one,” he preened, his words wholly and earnestly absent of even a hint of sarcasm. He meant what he said to Tav that day. She made him want everything. And now that included the elf on the other side of her. Starved for love, desperate for it, and now, in the span of minutes he had a surfeit of it. But with him, and his thirst, he could drink it all. And with them, he knew he'd never be thirsty again.

[milaswriting]

Conversations with an Empath [a short story]

⇢ An insight into A and B’s friendship, and B pushes A to have a chat about their feelings… and guess who’s at the centre of A’s feelings? Hint, it’s you.

Happy birthday to my darling demigod/dess!

Ignore that this has been posted so late, uni has burned me out and fried my brain but I’m so happy I managed to get this drabble done during all the uni chaos.

Feel free to send any asks about A, and I hope you enjoy this drabble. I think it’s cute that the most emotionally unavailable ro has a good friendship (& conversation) with (one of) the most emotionally available ros.

Hope you enjoy.

Half of four is two. And two can be whittled down into one. The latter is what A likes best: being by themselves, in a sense of comfort and calm… but, then again, two isn’t terrible.

The concept of you and A wouldn’t be so terrible, but those are thoughts they have to keep to themselves. The same thoughts they keep at bay when they’re around anyone. Including B who’s one of their closest friends.

“I invited you because I didn’t think you’d actually come to my place,” is what B said when A walked through the door to their apartment.

“I can turn around and leave,” A replied with honesty but B gently clutched their wrist and pulled them in further before they even had the chance.

Their friendship is an odd one, to say the least. You couldn’t pair two supernaturals that are more opposite than one another. They’re day and night, chalk and cheese, a demigod/dess and a werewolf. But they still work magnificently. It’s a friendship of bright eyes, lopsided smiles, the knowing glances only the two of them can understand; and although A doesn’t say it often; you and their friends is something they’re grateful for.

There’s a mug of coffee on the table for A, and B takes a seat opposite them. There’s a thought floating around in the werewolf’s mind, and they can’t decide whether to tread carefully and say what’s on their mind.

After a sip of coffee, A makes the decision for them. “Spit it out, B. You look ready to explode.”

B’s eyebrows furrow. “Rude.”

“But true?”

“Yeah,” B mumbles after a pause. “True.”

A rests back in their seat. “Go on then.”

Tread carefully… “You seem different.”

A blinks a few times before they tilt their head at B’s words. “Like… emotionally different? A good different?”

B’s an empath, if there’s any change they can sense in anyone it’s all down to feelings, and emotions. “Exactly that!” B laces their fingers together.

“Is it overwhelming for you?” A asks concerned.

“No, it’s fine!” B exclaims, the hint of a smile on their lips and they feel themselves getting somewhere. “I just wanted to see if you’re up for talking about it.”

A humorous scoff escapes A before a smirk is visible. “It’s what we’re doing now, isn’t it? You should consider yourself lucky. This is the most anyone’s gotten out of me for a while.”

A doesn’t say that stuff lightly. B knows that; so much so that they really do feel honoured to be in A’s (very) inner circle.

“I don’t know,” A mumbles. “Everything seems calm and chilled out. You know, the LIS is okay, no one’s actively trying to harm or kill us, so…”

B’s top lip quirks upwards. “Way to make this morbid.”

“You wanted honest,” A snorts.

“I sort of hoped you’d talk about the person who’s made you feel happier,” B replies.

If there’s anything that could cause a wave of worry and silence to engulf A, it’s a statement like that. A statement about you has them doing that. They debate whether to say anything, or whether to let B push and dig. And if that happens, then A would probably pour their their now-cold coffee down the sink and avoid the conversation altogether.

But A decides against that.

“I—“ A interrupts themselves before sucking in a breath. “Sure, I guess.” Those rush of words don’t make sense. “I mean, they’re around us most of the time now,” they say about you. “If you get used to someone, shouldn’t they have some kind of effect on your emotions?”

B nods. “Yeah,” they whisper, cautious they’ll interrupt the only heart to heart they’ll probably have with A this year. “How do they make you feel?”

Irritation. Annoyance. Confusion. Fear. Longing… potentially more than that??

A clenches their jaw. “A lot,” they eventually blurt out. “Too fucking much if you’re able to sense it all.”

B chuckles, and though there’s another statement and set of questions on their lips, the pure look of uncertainty on A’s face tells them to hold back.

“I’ll make you more coffee.”

A’s lips purse together. “I don’t just live on coffee, you know.”

But B’s already laughing their way into the kitchen, which gives A a chance to stay with their thoughts, emotions and everything in between that.

You are the person in between that.

Yet A’s already shaking their head to rid themselves of the thoughts of you.

Maybe talking this out with B was a good thing…

Or maybe not considering they’re even more confused than they were before.

All these feelings are a wild ride…

[saltygilmores]

Super Duper Old Interview With Milo Ventimiglia #5

May 14, 2002

AOLiveMC6: Evening. Tonight we welcome 'Gilmore Girls' star Milo Ventimiglia to the stage. Hey, Milo.

Milo Ventimiglia: How's it going, everyone?

AOLiveMC6: Let's go right into the questions.

Question: Will Jess finally get Rory's attention?

Milo Ventimiglia: I think he has had her attention since the second she met him.

Question: Hey, Milo, I'd just like to say that I think you're great on 'Gilmore Girls.' How did you start your acting career?

Milo Ventimiglia: Thank you very much. First of all, I got into the business by luck. I knew I wanted to do it as I was growing up; I didn't know how. One day my mom introduced me to an old friend who was a photographer. She ended up taking my picture and showing it to an agent. Then I just started auditioning and then just got a job. That is it.

Question: What do you think are Jess's finer qualities?

Milo Ventimiglia: His intelligence. Wow, that is probably his finest quality -- the most enduring quality about him. He has a lot of emotions going on inside of himself that he hasn't played out.

Question: How tall are you? And the rest of the cast from GG? You guys all seem to be a very tall bunch! =)

Milo Ventimiglia: I don't know. I am 5'9". And Alexis, I believe, is 5'7". Lauren is about 5'9". Jared Padalecki is about 6'4" -- he is a big kid!

Question: What is the most interesting part you have played in a movie?

Milo Ventimiglia: The clean-cut, college-bound, quasi-alcoholic in a movie that probably no one will ever see called 'Masshole.'

AOLiveMC6: I'm sure your fans will find it, Milo.

Question: Do you have an official Web site where we can learn more about the real Milo?

Milo Ventimiglia: There are two or three that I know of. One is called Milo Online. I don't even know how to access it. Just type my full name, and you will find it. Then Yahoo has one I can't even say out loud. It is embarrassing! It is flattering, but I don't quite understand!

AOLiveMC6: Again, your fans will find it, LOL.

Question: How do you and Rory get along offstage? Are there any hints to what's coming next in 'Gilmore Girls'?

Milo Ventimiglia: Alexis and I are friends, and we get along pretty good. We have fun on the set and hang out after the set. As for what is going to happen next season, I don't know anything.

Question: What was your home life like, growing up?

Milo Ventimiglia: Came from a very loving family. My mom and my dad and my two older sisters were very supportive. Went to public school, played sports and had a pretty average upbringing.

Question: Hey, Milo! How have you been? What have you been up to lately? Have you seen any of the cast since you finished filming? Thanks!

Milo Ventimiglia: That is a long one! I have been tired and sore. I just bought a house, and I am redoing the entire thing! I've seen Jared, Alexis, Lauren, Melissa -- pretty much everyone. Everyone is doing pretty good.

Question: First off, I just wanna say I think you're totally hot, but anyway, my questions are: Do you have a girlfriend, and what qualities do you look for in a girl?

Milo Ventimiglia: Thank you very much. No, I do not have a girlfriend. I look for a lot of things -- intelligence, kindness, compassion, honesty, someone who is goofy. I am kind of a dork myself!

AOLiveMC6: Going back to the house for a second, how old is it, and is it fun renovating it?

Milo Ventimiglia: It is 40 years old, and yes, it is fun but a lot of work!

AOLiveMC6: And following up on the girlfriend question, with summer coming up, can you tell us about your first summer love?

Milo Ventimiglia: My very first of all time?

AOLiveMC6: Sure.

Milo Ventimiglia: I think I was probably about 4 years old. She was wearing a striped bathing suit. I really can't think of my first summer love! I am sure it happened, I just cannot think of it!

Question: Who is the funniest person on the 'Gilmore Girls' set?

Milo Ventimiglia: I have to say Sean Dunn. I don't know if anyone was watching last week when they did a film by Kirk. He is just a naturally funny-type person.

Question: Hey, Milo. What is your absolute fave part about being on 'Gilmore Girls'?

Milo Ventimiglia: The people I get to work with -- the writers, the actors, the crew. They are all incredibly talented.

Question: Hey, Milo. I read that your mom loved 'Gilmore Girls' even before you were on it. What did she think when you got the part as Jess? Do you tell her what is going to happen, or does she have to wait until it airs?

Milo Ventimiglia: She freaked out when I told her I got the part. I did it very nonchalant. I knew she watched the show. I told her I had an audition and that it went well and that they offered me a two-year contract. I usually like my mom to read the work that I am doing, but sometimes I will hold back so it doesn't spoil it for her.

Question: Are you really a bad boy or just on the show?

Milo Ventimiglia: Well, I guess I wouldn't be able to pull it off on the show if I wasn't a little bit of a bad boy. I have it inside of me, but for the most part, I am a nice person.

Question: Do you ever watch episodes of 'Gilmore Girls'?

Milo Ventimiglia: Yes, I do! I enjoy the show. I like to see how it will turn out. I like watching my peers and how the job works out. So it is fun for me to watch the show. I also watch it to criticize myself.

AOLiveMC6: You told us how your mom reacted, but how did you react when you got the part?

Milo Ventimiglia: Very calmly. I was excited about the job. I had known about the role, but hadn't known about the character -- they hadn't written him yet. So I did not know what to expect. But when I read the first script, I was excited.

Question: Where do they tape 'Gilmore Girls'?

Milo Ventimiglia: In Burbank at Warner Bros. Studios. Actually, I take that back. It is at Stars Hollow, Conn.!

Question: Milo, I was just wandering, what nationality are you? Is Ventimiglia Spanish?

Milo Ventimiglia: No. My father is 100 percent Sicilian, and my mother English/Irish/Scottish/French/Cherokee Indian and Indian from India. And she has blonde hair, blue eyes.

AOLiveMC6: Quite the mix. Did you get the Irish temper? LOL.

Milo Ventimiglia: No, not the Irish -- the Italian one. The Italian one is a bit more passionate!

Question: You do a great job of playing Jess. If given the chance, would you want to switch characters and play Dean instead? Personally, I don't like Dean, but I love Jess!

Milo Ventimiglia: Thank you very much. No, I like my character. Nothing against Dean, but I like my character.

Question: Do you have time to have a social life, or acting takes up too much time?

Milo Ventimiglia: When we are working on the show, I don't have much time for friends. I try to see my family at least once a week, if I can. But when we are on break, like we are now, that is when I do my catching up.

AOLiveMC6: We have time for one more question this evening, and here it is...

Question: Boxers or briefs?

Milo Ventimiglia: Neither! ::laughing:: If I have to change in front of someone, I will usually ask them to step out of the room.

AOLiveMC6: Milo, we'd all like to thank you for joining us this evening. Great chat!

Milo Ventimiglia: Thank you very much, everyone!

[tmwcs]

what do you think heethan’s reaction would be to readen being more insatiable than him🤭🤭

hey love!

so you're talking about in regards to like.....libido? like sexual cravings correct? if not, let me know if that's not what you meant. i'll still answer this under the aspects of sexual cravings....

*clears throat*

so in all actuality and honesty, heethan specifically, wouldn't really dig it. (i know...not the most popular answer but let me explain why)

if you refer to all the earlier chapters that talked about heethan's past and hinted his past gf's, they were all a bunch of crazed horndogs like he was. they wanted him 24/7, and it got to the point where whenever he was gone, they craved him so bad that they started to cheat just to try and get some satisfaction, only for him to find out and ditch them. remember his ex-gf tiff? she was like that...she was insatiable like heethan is. heethan kind of....i mean he straight up, it was love at first sight when he saw you. then when he got to know you, he grew more and more in love. he likes the soft and pure nature. y/n is not the virgin mary type..not at all....but she's also not the y/n that walks around with no panties or flirts and sleeps with a wide range of men, she's a realist and has morals and reserves her body for only those that she has developed an emotional connection with.

y/n has a delicate balance of rational, emotional, and sexual stability. she's not a horndog like heethan is, but she wont negate the fact that she does get in the mood and wants it. even during the times when she tells him 'no', its not a hard or firm 'no'...its not like...black on white. its just more of a moment of hesitancy bc of heethan's intimidating nature, but trust me....when he gets in the mood and starts to show it to her...she wants it......(i mean....lets be honest we all do judging from all the chapters. man is blessed in size and motion of the ocean my dear. )

but yeah, bc of the way y/n is originally, he really digs that....that's a huge reason as to why he fell insanely in love with you. he doesnt want someone who is a prude, but doesn't want someone who is like tiff...if y/n was just as horny as he was all the time, he'd probably wouldn't be as crazy about her tbh. he likes being the one who initiates, with the occasional moments where y/n would maybe climb on top and start riding him like the second chapter of MRE...(or was it the first?)

but also keep in mind, there's your eden side....eden is like the equivalent of ethan. she's the stronger, more aggressive, sensual, and very sexual side of y/n, and she has that passionate craving that y/n doesn't display. which is great for heethan bc, he has the girl he fell for, and then he has the girl that he birthed and can call out whenever he wants for that 'spicy' side of y/n. he's basically got the best of both worlds. to have y/n become like him would eradicate that line that distinguishes her from her eden side.

now for the other hee-leads......they'd be alll about that. especially...and you all are bout to see.....especially heebros. my gawd......those boys.....there's a reason why they gave out those pet names early on, they would be all about having y/n be as sex craved as them (but only for them...not for anyone else ofc bc...well..yandere....twin yanderes at that) and heelel? omg heelel would love that as well...dont even get me started on heeler and MT heeseung. yeah....the rest of the hee-leads would love that shit. bc for them, they all fell into the 'love at first sight' trope with you, but if you've noticed, there really wasn't a whole lot of time where they got to emotionally connect and get to know y/n. they just fell in love with her and wanted her, and their insanity just grew more and more from missing her or not having her (with the exception of MT heeseung bc his insanity and love for you is literally instinctive and innate...it's all in his genepool) but yeah, they all just fell for you and got you early on, so if you were to display a crazed obsession or was sexually as hungry as them.....they would be sooooooo delighted. but not heethan. heethan loves his y/n just the way she is....and he loves his eden too :)

[mysteriawrites]

Hello! This is my first time making a request so I hope I don't ruin it-

I'd like to ask for a romantic matchup with honkai star rail, For pronounce, I use she/her. For romantic preference, male characters. I'm an INFG, for my personality, I'm pretty closed off and introverted, my silence and blank expression always gives off the impression that I'm intimidating (that's what people tell me at least) but I'm just shy and silent. I can handle socializing, but once my social battery runs out, I immediately escape to the nearest quiet place to recharge. I like helping people,as well as being productive to finish my work. I'm good at reading people and observing them, to the point my friend comes to me to ask my opinion about other people. I can't stand being in crowds, you will find me hiding in some corner or an empty room on family gatherings. I'm good at comforting and know many ways of comforting different personalities. I tend to be emotional and sensitive to words from the people I hold dear to my heart, I'm nice and easy going once you get to know me, I don't judge on first meeting, understanding and considerate. I'm the supportive mother of my friend group. For hobbies...I love reading, listening to music, drawing and sketching and recently writing stories and novels. What I look in a romantic relationship... stability, loyalty and honesty. I tend to overwork myself a lot without realizing so I need someone to tell me to slow down, I also have a tendency to overthink every little detail and situation so I want someone to stabilize me when I'm stuck in a hurricane of thoughts. I don't know how to express my feelings (ahem, I feel like I'm burdening someone if I talk about my feelings.) and try to give hints that I'm not feeling well, I want someone who can pick up on these hints and comfort me. I take relationships seriously and want someone to be loyal and not run away. My love language (me giving) is physical touch and acts of service (I was never good with words) as for receiving, probably words of affirmation and physical touch. For date ideas...I'm good with anything as long as it doesn't have a lot of crowds, something that I hate... ignorance and cheating, definitely my turn off.

Hello Hello thank you for the request sorry it took so long (why was your description just me in a nutshell *existential crisis activate*). *ahem* Anyway lets get straight to the point. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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GEPARD LANDAU!!!

(Omg this gif is so cute XD <3)

You and Gepard are very similar, but I think that's why you two get along so well. You both are not the most socially adept people, but you both wish to protect those closest to you in your own ways.

I imagine you guy's love story starts as childhood friends...well sorta. You two are kind of more friends by association then anything. You're Serval's best friend so you two know of each other and have talked a few times over the years, but don't know much about each other besides that. Best friend's brother trope but in reverse.

You guys don't really get to know each other until Serval and her band have an after party for their latest album release. You're there to support you best friend (and be the designated driver) and Gepard is there for the same reason (and to be the security/bouncer). You two bond over childhood memories and your shared love for Serval and start talking (totally wasn't part of Serval's plan to set yall up).

After that night you guys start to hang out more, outside of Serval planning something, when Gepard has some free time. You two mainly spend your time together in the quieter parts of Belobog like the library to read together. He likes to read your writings and sometimes you'll draw pictures of him (which makes his face go a bright pink despite not being in the frosted wasteland lately strange)

It takes Gepard awhile to realize (and help from Serval, Luke, Dunn, and Pela) for him to realize he's been slowly falling for you. He goes through the 5 stages of grief trying to understand his feelings. When he finally reaches the acceptance stage, he starts to plan how he will ask you out. He remembers Serval reading him stories about handsome knights wooing beautiful princesses with their chivalry and gentlemen like nature, so that's exactly what he does.

One day he knocks on your door with a bouquet of roses, gets down on his knees, and asks if you will go out with him. Except it didn't go at all as he had planned given that he kept fumbling with his words, and you were frozen like one of the ice statues he had seen in the wastelands. It was hella awkward for both of you and he was about to turn away in defeat you let him inside to talk things out. and the rest is history.

You guy's relationship is shy, but sweet. You're both pretty awkward baby beans so you guy move pretty slowly, but sure enough you are moving forward. You guys prefer to keep your relationship quiet, not that you lie you just don't do PDA or call each other nicknames in public. In private however Gepard isn't opposed to hand holding and some snuggles.

Serval loves yall's relationship so much, she's glad her brother and best friend have both found good people let alone each other. She likes to tease you guys on how shy and flustered you are. Sometimes Pela uses you two as inspiration for her own writing and you guys compare notes. Dunn is especially happy for his boss/best friend, he had never seen him so happy.

Gepard himself can be a workaholic too, but he understands that you can't protect anyone if you don't take care of yourself. So, he likes to help you live a healthier life like he does. Positive reinforcement talk in the mirror, helps you overthink less by taking deep breaths and encouragement, he makes sure you eat 3 Nutrional meals a day, he makes sure you get decent rest (at least 8 hours of sleep at night), and he asks you how your day was and how you're feeling. he can seem like a bit of a parent, but he just loves you and wants you physically, mentally, and emotionally healthy.

Gepard is very busy as captain of the silvermane guards and doesn't always have time to hang out, but you're always on his mind when on duty. He keeps a little picture of you in a locket which he wears at all times. It reminds him of all the things worth protecting.

Sorry if this was a bit short, I ran out of ideas, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Runners Up: No one

[dizzyaddy]

drowning - naruto x oc part 5

(i do not own any naruto characters, only the original characters)

“oh kami,” i breathed out absentmindedly, looking up at the setting sky. my feet treaded through the dirt paths with a mind if their own, anxious for me to finally take a rest. the sun had just started to set, casting bright pinks and oranges with wispy white clouds to decorate the sky above.

after i had left naruto, i had spent hours in search of a clue for this tree. i circled around the monument a few separate times, hoping that i would get a hint. but to no avail, nothing of the sorts offered to aid in my search.

so here i was, walking through the streets of kohonagakure. it was moments like this when i loved it the most here, being surrounded by nature while beautiful pastels illuminated themselves in the sky. a slight breeze kissed my skin, bringing a small smile to my face in the process. i took a deep inhale, making sure to fully capture this moment in all the best ways.

the streets were surprisingly busy, as were the shops that decorated the sides of the pathway. people bustled about, tending to their needs and hoping to get home before the sun fully set. i wondered what kind of lives they lead, as most people surrounding me were innocent civilians.

i brought my hand to my anbu tattoo that adorned my right shoulder, tracing the outlines of it while reminiscing on the past. i wondered what life would be like if i hadn’t gone down this path, if i had stayed an innocent child in my sisters care. i shook my head, ashamed that i even dared to think about leading that kind of life. i needed to be strong, for sen and the village. i would do anything to keep her safe.

i brought my fingers to my now loose hair, running it through in hopes of somewhat comforting myself. i needed to focus on sen, and on the possibilities i could pursue for her. maybe if i trained a little harder, i would be able to actually feel the earth around me. not in a physical way, but a spiritual and emotional way, as did my ancestors before me. i was too deep in thought to notice the body getting closer to me, unaware of the proximity between us rapidly closing. i didn’t notice until a sharp pain erupted in my shoulder, causing me to avert my attention to the situation in front of me.

“oh, i’m so sorry!” i managed to breathe out before noticing who was in front of me. i looked up to find shikamaru rubbing his opposite shoulder, dumbfounded at this coincidence. he stared for a few seconds before responding.

“ah, it’s all good, don’t worry about it. if anything, i’m the one that should be apologizing,” he said nonchalantly, shaking out his arm out.

“no, it’s okay! i wasn’t looking where i was walking,” i admitted, while rubbing my arm. feeling small under his gaze.

“i’m not just apologizing for this, kyō,” he said, which caught my attention once again as i brought my eyes towards his. “i wanted to apologize for how my team and i acted earlier, it was really out of line. they don’t meet new people often, and they can get really excited,” he said, sincerity showering his eyes.

“i appreciate your honesty, but it’s really okay. i just want to move past it,” i said sheepishly. he gave me a peculiar look before a small smile took over his placid features.

“could i walk you home to make up for it?” he asked, his hand going to rub the back of his head. is this something boys tend to do? my eyes widened on the spot, unaware of how to approach this situation.

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t want you to go out of your way-“ i started saying before he cut me off with his hand.

“no, you see, i really messed up, and i want to at least try to make it right. so, walk with me?” he asked, his hand halting its movement on the back of his neck. i thought it over for a second before realizing i couldn’t turn him down, especially if he was apologizing. i looked up at him before nodding, and with that he sighed a breath of relief.

“so, where we heading?” he asked, waiting for me to start moving. i just nodded my head forward as to signal that was the direction, and off we went. i held my elbows in each of my hands as we walked in silence before he decided to speak again.

“you don’t get out much, do you?” he asked, once again catching me off guard. i felt beat rise to my cheeks before i focused solely on making it go away.

“is it that obvious?” i asked, slightly amused.

“well, you have the demeanor of someone twice your age, and i’ve lived here my whole life and i’ve never see you before today. so yeah, kind of,” he said with a smug smile.

“well, if you must know, then yes. when i’m not on missions i really only training and tend to things at my home,” i said intertwining my fingers, not wanting to bring up sen just yet.

“i see. are you anbu? sorry, but i noticed your tattoo back there, and i had to ask,” he asked, his eyes averting to my scarred shoulder.

“yes, i was recruited when i was 14,” i said as casually as i could.

“14? kuso, i had just made chunin at that age,” he replied sheepishly.

“well, i did a lot of training under the third. i never got to go through the process of having a team or a sensei, it was straight from the academy to studying under his supervision,” i stated.

“no team, huh? hey well if you’re ever up to it, you could train with us. not to brag, but asuma sensei is the coolest,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut as he boasted.

“sarutobi? he’s your sensei?” i asked incredulously.

“yeah, what, you know him?” he asked peering down at me.

“i’ve only met him a handful of times while i was with the third. but he’s quite chivalrous,” i mentioned, recalling all the brief moments i’ve spent in his presence.

“yeah, that’s putting it lightly. now we’re sure he’s with kuranai sensei. even though they try to keep it a secret, it’s pretty obvious,” he said with a knowing smirk.

“wow, and here you are spreading his business,” i said mockingly with a raised eyebrow, watching his face form a flustered expression.

“hey, i just said it’s pretty obvious, did i not?” he asked with a playful eye roll.

“yeah yeah whatever,” i said with a slight chuckle. we walked in silence for a couple of moments before he decided to speak.

“hey uh, about earlier, don’t worry about ino and choji telling anyone else. i already told them not to mention it again,” he said while looking forward. i looked up at him with admiration as my lips formed a smile that fully met my eyes.

“well, im grateful to you. i mean it, thank you, for everything, shikamaru,” i said, finally calling him by his name. he looked down at me for a few moments before his face broke out in a smile, making my heart skip a beat. man, i’m really people deprived aren’t i?

we happily took our time with the rest of our walk towards my house, keenly watching the sun set in the distant. the streets were less crowded by the time we made it there, and the rest of the daylight had gracefully slipped away.

“so, i take it this is it, huh?” he asked from beside me, noticing my slowing pace. i nodded as i held my hands behind my back, nervous as to how this would end. i’m not usually one to stick around through interactions to see how they end up.

“well, i’m glad we got to talk, kyō. and i’m serious, don’t be intimidated to hang around us. as rash as they can be, they mean well,” he said in ino and choji’s defense. i nodded slowly, not knowing how to hide my nervousness.

“once again, thank you for walking me home. i don’t know how to show my gratitude, i don’t ever do this so i don’t really know how to act,” i admitted, despite how little i felt in this moment.

“nah, i understand. just be yourself, baka,” he said before flicking my nose. heat rose to my cheeks as i looked up at him slowly backing away. “i’ve got to get going, but we should do this again sometime. i had fun, kyō. till next time!” he said before jogging away into the darkness. i stood there for a few moments, daintily bringing my fingers to my nose and looking at his fading figure in the distance.

[fumikomiyasaki]

💋, 💘, 💗 for any!!

OC Asks questions (Picking ones we have ships with)

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

-Nanoya is far more shyer than expected, he probably grow red in silence, trying to process this before slowly showing a warm smile. If its Flynn... he already is used to it but only get flustered if he pulls some of his charms again. Flirting might get him to a more passionate kiss though.

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-So far from his ship list, for sure it has to be someone more social than him, often he likes goth or tomboyish aspects, but also someone with a vastly different style from him and he does love honesty a lot.... it makes it for him less to want to use his UM to figure out his partner.

💗 How would they confess?

-He is one that would invite you to a fireworks or food festival and just choose a more secluded place after to be direct telling you that he loves you.

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

-He wouldn't even grow red, he would just look at you very confused but if you meant it out of love he will probably sigh and thank you avoiding his face

-No platonic kisses, he is not fond of it

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-Its hard for him to pick one... so far he likes either the naive and sweet people, the ones that have far more energy than him, flirty bastards who grind his gears, or people that can share a nice book and watch out for him health.

💗 How would they confess?

-Tyler is.. he has it hard to show his emotions well so if he would confess it be out of impulse cause he was tired of the tension of one situation... like you both had a nice stroll, you hesitate to hold his hand, things are awkward and eventually he is like: "Listen I love you."

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

-If its out of knowhere she majorly grow red and probably emberassed tuck her hair behind her ears before looking back at you... if she is prepared she will gently stroke your cheek and hold your face before looking back at you with a smile.

-Is only fine with platonic kisses if the person asked before but usually feels awkward

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

There is a lot of features that work for her, kind, tall, often older, accepts her how she is, matches her geekyness maybe, is someone that can protect her, lots of them are also possessive even if she doesn't search for that, some of them she can therapy herself, some are just talented in something she is interested or sucks at so it draws her closer, there is no real ideal or perfect match... its just important to her that she doesn't have to change herself much for you. That is why she has a wide Variety of ships depending on how they work with her.

💗 How would they confess?

She is one to be creative about it... she probably met up on a favourite place, a nice flower field or in the Library, probably just to relax and then might either do it via notes, a direct confession or just dropping hints untill she knows they actually like her back.... often she opts out to be direct but most of the time she would prefer someone confess to her, just cause this way she wouldn't have to make a decision... if she notices a tension moment she seizes the opportunity though.

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

-He is a snarky bastard that would pry for more of them, maybe even quickly go passionate on it... like if you give me one you can linger longer right, platonically he prefers cheek kisses moreso.

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-Either into the serious hardasses who are a challenge or don't respond to his flirting right away or those he can very much fluster and break easily... cause its fun to see their reactions... he just loves to be a flirt so the other person has to give him a reaction he likes.

💗 How would they confess?

-Very direct for sure.... might even just blurt it out during a normal conversation... he isn't shy, he just wants you to tell him how you feel about him

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

-If its a girl she is attracted too, watch her get a grip from almost fainting, she is very easy shy and blushy about it... but will hesitantly ask for more once she is comfortable

-platonically... she prefers only handkisses.

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-Often into the either cute, more extroverted or stronger girls... she does also like someone who loves Nature as much as she does and is very fond of pretty hair too... its often good when the girl she fell for has more confidence than her so she has an anchor to lean on

💗 How would they confess?

-Julian would have to force her for sure... cause on her own she is way too scared about it, believing she is not good enough for them... but if she does she might do it the letter way or the asking and quickly running away way.... she just fears rejection... but she would try to be braver the more she attempts

[neyafromfrance95]

Sylvie Laufeydottir in the Fanfics.

i love all the different takes on Sylvie in the fanfiction and i think that the fic writers should be bold when it comes to experimenting with her characterization, so i don't mean to be dogmatic or anything about it, but i think there is fun in trying to grasp the essential traits of a character and trying to write them as in-character as possible as well.

and if i'm being completely honest, there are not a whole lot of fics that have Sylvie characterized in a very "canon accurate" way.

i'm not saying that i am the one who has this correct idea of what kind of a character Sylvie is, but here are my two cents on what makes Sylvie - Sylvie.

first of all, here is what i think some people get wrong about Sylvie:

when she is reduced to exhaustion and stress.

it's true that Sylvie is an anxious character with many issues caused by her struggles, but Sylvie we saw in the series is passionate and driven.

when her one true dream and a final destination beyond revenge is settling down into a domestic lifestyle.

there is no hint of Sylvie dreaming about an uneventful, quiet, ordinary life. the flashbacks into her past suggest that her dream (and possibly her glorious purpose) was to be a hero. we see Sylvie living a low-key life in S2 teaser, and she doesn't look happy at all, she looks depressed af, which indicates that such lifestyle is not right for her.

Sylvie being sadistic.

i think the series makes a point that Sylvie is not sadistic at all. she never does more than necessary to her enemies, she is not cruel for the sake of being cruel. yes, she is feral and competitive, but those aren't the same as sadism. she puts Hunter C in a safe mental space while investigating her, she empathizes with Hunter B, she kills HWR with a quick stab. compare her approach to her enemies to pre-series!Loki's and Ravonna's - they tend to verbally hurt, scare and humiliate their enemies.

the only argument Sylvie has for fighting against Kang being "he wronged me."

yes, she is motivated by a personal vendetta. yes, she can be quite single-minded. but! her experiences with the the tva, awareness of who they are and what they represent, have shaped her worldview. Sylvie is an idealistic character, her revenge boils down to "he hurt me", but she has to believe that her mission is serving a good cause against the oppressive fascists. i believe this is why she is so discouraged and passive in the teaser of S2 - Kang tarnished her idealistic perception of her life's work. she doesn't feel like a hero any more, and it mattered a lot to her that she was a hero - Loki validating her heroism was one of the reasons why she fell for him.

Sylvie being a manipulative femme fatale.

another aspect of her persona that is portrayed very clearly in the series is her honesty. she is a straightforward character, always true to who she is. her kiss was not a deception, it was an expression of her feelings and emotions that exploded when Loki told her that he only cared about her.

Sylvie being overly-apologetic to the tva and Loki.

while Sylvie might feel like she fucked up and have an existential crisis, i highly doubt that she would feel apologetic to the very people who kidnapped her when she was a child and stalked her with an ill intent. "these new Kangs are bad so you were right when you destroyed my world and oppressed me" doesn't feel like an authentic Sylvie response. she most probably feels bad for pushing Loki away, but not to the point of self-depreciation and begging for forgiveness since she still felt backstabbed by him bc he did betray her, technically - he went back on his word and got in the way of her glorious purpose.

let's now move on to the aspects of her characterization that are pretty essential. i won't be elaborating too much on these for now.

she is assertive and strong-willed.

she does everything on her own terms, never compromising.

the themes of freedom and choice play a very important role in her story.

she has the pathological trust issues, and some anger issues as well.

she has probably been to every corner of the multiverse without ever settling in one place, so she never got to properly socialize within any cultural framework and she was exposed to the countless cultures. so, she has to be very nonconforming.

a glorious purpose means everything to Sylvie. it gives her life a meaning and is her driving force. out of all Lokis, it's probably Sylvie who values and prioritizes the glorious purpose the most.

she is truly like a feral cat in many ways.

she is the Multiverse Liberator.

(i always thought that out of all fictional characters, Sylvie is the most similar to Arya from ASOIAF btw)

but in the end of the day, we are still a new fandom, so it's understandable that there aren't many fics that have an astonishingly canon accurate characterization. it's ok and please don't hold yourself back from writing Sylvie if you are unsure about her characterization. the more you write and try, the better your vision of a character becomes! that's how the writing improves. also, i would encourage you to explore Sylvie's relationships with other characters as well. i mean, there is just so much to Sylvie's dynamic with Kang and Ravonna, it'd be interesting to write about Sylvie's journey around the multiverse, you all could let your imagination go absolutely wild, the Postman could be the ultimate OC in Sylvie fics (fancasting Will Sharpe, Sophia Di Martino's husband, as the legendary Postman)...

anyways, i think Sylki and Sylvie writers are some of the best fan writers out there (bc let's be real, there are not a lot of fandoms that characterize their faves very accurately to begin with), i'm only trying to say that if you are interested in writing very in-character, it won't be difficult since Sylvie is pretty strongly characterized in the series.