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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Secret Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle having a secret crush on reader who’s not a celebrity and/or only views them as a friend, so they can’t show their affection.

Warnings: lil angsty,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This is slightly similar to the falling for a friend hcs I did a while back, but I thought I’d try to cover the more unrequited aspects, though I'm not the best at those. Hope you like it anyway!

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Jin:

GUILT. He honestly feels so bad that he’s put you in this awkward of a situation, even though you don’t have a clue you’re even in an awkward situation.

As I said before, I think he would try to content himself with just being the best ‘best friend’ you could ever ask for.

Which works, until it doesn’t. Because the closer you get, the harder it is for him to hide his feelings.

He fusses/worries about you a lot.

Would probably get jealous surprisingly easy, but try and brush it off with comments like “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, if he doesn’t want you to know about something, you. will. never. know. and that’s especially true when it comes to this.

Even if he’s absolutely head over heels for you, you won’t catch on, bc he finds legitamite excuses for any questionable behavior he might display around you.

Becomes a bit standoff-ish at times, but if he ever sees you struggling with something or needing help, he’s there in an instant.

It honestly gives you whiplash how fast he goes from ‘I don’t care’ to ‘I care a lot actually’, but he claims he’s just trying to be a good friend.

Y’all probably fight a lot, but If anybody else ever hurts/upsets you tho, he will end them(only half joking).

Hobi:

Again, as I said before, he’s naturally a very affectionate person, so how he’d behave towards his crush wouldn’t be that different from how he is with his other friends.

But on the inside, I think he would be overanilyzing everything, trying to make sure he’s not overstepping any bounderies.

Very much the ‘suck it up and smile’ mentality, which isn’t exactly the best/healthiest approach, but he doesn’t care.

So long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

I actually think he would be one of the worst at this kind of dynamic, he’d either end up confessing or distancing himself.😥

Namjoon:

So conflicted.

Might try and distance himself from you at first, bc he thinks it’ll make it easier from him to get over you, but then he just feels lonely all the time, and he’d rather be with you than without you, so he just tries to suck it up and pretend everythings cool.

Which he’s pretty good at, to an extent.

Literally can not stand seeing you flirt or show interest in anyone else tho, like it makes him feel physically unwell. If you do, he’s ghosting for a bit.

You end up developing a very intense ‘on again, off again’ friendship, which results in more than a few fights between you😖

Jimin:

As usual, Jimin is the personification of confusion for me.

Bc he doesn’t exactly hide his feelings towards you, but he’s always tacking on the line of ‘as a friend’ to the end of everything to avoid looking suspisious.

Flirting is basically his second language tho and that will not change unless it makes you uncomfortable, and then he’s the image polite respectfulness.

He just always wants you to be comfortable and happy, but he can get a bit over protective at times for seemingly no reason.

Every now and then though, it starts to weigh on him a bit more and he gets a bit moody and distant.

Taehyung:

Acts completly normal, until he doesn’t.

Can go from beaming and having the best time with you to sad puppy in instant bc he caught himself going to hold your hand or smth, and he has the record scratch moment of ‘wait no, that’s not what friends do’.

Of course you catch these sudden drops in his mood, but he never tells you what’s going on, so you just try to stick closer to him to make him feel better.

Which only increases his frustration sometimes, but other times he can’t help indulging in the affection when he can get it.

Tends to feel guilty afterwards for not being honest with you, but he’d rather have you as just a friend than potentially not at all.

Jungkook:

Not the best at hiding his feelings, but he manages.

His main issue is that he gets jealous and overprotective very easily, but knows he can’t exactly keep you close without drawing attention to himself.

Has nearly gotten into several fights bc he didn’t like the way someone was looking at/treating you. You joke that he’s your guard dog, but he takes it seriously.

Similar to Joon, y’all would end up with this ‘on and off’ type relationship that goes from being super close to barely talking.

Another that I think would either end up confessing anyway, just to get it out there, or pulling away.

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clarisse0o · 2 months ago

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Camp Wiegman-Part 74

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

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Friday, March 25th; 9:15 a.m. - Camp Wiegman

I arrive in the common room where a large number of students have gathered. The head teachers and some instructors, including Lucy, have been called to a big meeting. The students are saying it’s about yesterday’s scandal, as several of them, myself included, suffered from indigestion. I’ll ask Lucy if that’s true. They were smart about it; they scheduled it for 9 a.m. to make sure we couldn’t leave before noon. So, we have an hour of free time. I spot Alexia sitting on the couch, chatting with a guy I don’t know. I’m glad she’s here too. We didn’t know which class would be freed due to the meeting. I walk over to them with my friends. I wanted to use this break to catch up on the form we had to fill out for the trip. The others assured me I didn’t miss much. They were bored to death, especially Leah, who was left alone because of me. The good thing is they’re going to give me their notes to help me fill out the questionnaire. I want to show my teacher I’m capable of working. Especially since he’s developed a kind of disdain for me recently. He didn’t even check on me yesterday or say I didn’t need to turn in my work. Well, according to Alessia, the questions were simple, and she thinks I wouldn’t have had any trouble answering them if I’d gone on the trip.

"Hey," I greet Ale.

"Oh, you’re here too!" she exclaims, hugging me. "How are you feeling?"

"Still the same as this morning," I joke.

Alexia was really worried when she found out I was one of the affected students. Fortunately, I was just sick yesterday. This morning feels like yesterday never happened. Of course, I skipped the hot chocolate today. It’ll take me some time before I can drink it again, but for now, I’m sticking to orange juice.

"Can you lend me your notes, Alessia?" I ask my friend, who’s now sitting on my other side.

"Oh, forget about school for a bit! You’re with us for once!" Ale scolds me.

"Alright, alright," I laugh. "You sound just like Lucy."

"She scolds you too?" Leah teases from the couch across from us.

"Yeah," I groan, stretching. "She dragged me out all weekend to make me stop. According to her, I always find something to obsess over when I’m stressed."

"She’s not wrong. Speaking of stress, have you heard back from the galleries?"

"It’s better not to talk about frustrating things right now..." Alessia comments on my behalf.

I cross my arms, feeling a bit down. I’ve gotten a few rejections this week, which I shared with Alessia. She also loves art and is happy that I’m pursuing it. She doesn’t have the same courage as me, though, since she plans to stick with administration to secure her future. I have to admit I’m starting to feel anxious about the feedback. Maybe I’ll have to do the same as her. There’s no way I’m staying home doing nothing, though.

"Don’t worry. I heard Mapi’s coming this weekend. That’s cool; she’ll be able to cheer you up."

I raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, Mapi’s coming?"

"Uh... You didn’t know? I called Jenni after class. Lucy told her this morning that she’s coming."

"Lucy?!"

This news catches me off guard. How is it that she knew before me that my best friend is coming? And even if that’s the case, why didn’t she just tell me? Alexia feels bad about my reaction.

"Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise...? Crap. I probably shouldn’t have told you! Lucy’s going to kill me! Can you pretend you don’t know?"

I smile despite myself and shake my head. Maybe she’s right. I hope so, honestly.

"What are you offering for my silence?" I tease, amused.

She playfully hits my arm, and our friends laugh. It’s so easy to tease her. I laugh too, but I’m glad she’s getting along better with my girlfriend. Suddenly, I start thinking about Mapi. It’s not surprising I wasn’t informed by her; I’ve been out of the loop, buried in my studies. Maybe she did message me, and I missed it. That would be more worrying. I already feel bad just thinking about it.

"So, what are we doing? Besides catching up on boring school stuff, of course."

"Hey. Calm down, will you?"

"Nope. By the way, Alba’s meeting Jenni next weekend. She’ll probably stop by the gym."

"Really? Where is she anyway?" I ask, glancing around.

"Probably with her girlfriend somewhere. I haven’t seen her since we got let out."

I chuckle, imagining exactly where they must be. Normally, we’re not allowed to have «intimate relationship », but with the supervision lightened, now’s probably the perfect time.

"I see. So, she’s stuck in for the weekend?"

"Yeah. Misa’s staying with her. That’s why we’re doing it next weekend. She’s excited to meet her..."

"I bet. How did Jenni take it?"

"She doesn’t know yet. Don’t say anything, though. I’m planning to break it to her gently this weekend..."

I laugh heartily. I’d pay to see her face when she tells her. I think she’s going to be totally shocked. Alexia explained to me that her only fear is that her sister won’t accept her, which would strain their relationship. I understand that. The opinion of someone close to you carries a lot of weight. I’ve been a victim of that between Lucy and Mapi myself.

"And why are you introducing them at their gym? Is there no other place?"

"What’s ‘their gym'?" Leah asks.

"Oh, uh... You don’t know."

"You’re not allowed to talk about it, are you?" she teases.

We glance at each other, and I shrug. I’m not sure, actually. Lucy hasn’t mentioned anything, but I don’t think she wants the students to know it’s her last year.

"Sorry, Leah," I simply say.

She shrugs indifferently. She doesn’t seem upset, so it’s fine.

"Anyway, so?"

"Well, I figured it’d be a neutral place. Plus, she’ll see that she has ambitious plans and that she’s not irresponsible."

"Hmm, hmm," I tease.

"What? You don’t think it’s a good idea?"

"I just wonder if you’re not trying to convince yourself..." I giggle.

"A little..." she admits. "Plus, I figured you guys would be there just in case..."

"Oh no, I’m stopping you right there. Lucy’s already told me she doesn’t want to be there when it happens."

"Oh no," she pouts. "Don’t tell me that."

"I swear. I didn’t even have to ask. She brought it up herself, and I don’t think it’s negotiable. She keeps saying she doesn’t want to see any of my friends from here before the end of the year. I’m sorry..."

"What if I organize a party?" Leah suggests. "It would kill two birds with one stone since I’d like to see her outside of here."

I grimace a little. She doesn’t realize I’m going to get scolded again if I keep pushing.

"That could be fun, being all together," Alessia agrees.

"You guys are unbelievable. You really can’t wait a month and a half?"

"Tell that to Alba," Alexia retorts. "She’s the one trying so hard to bring the events closer."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"When would this party be?" I give in.

"In three weeks," Leah tells me. "My parents will be going away for the weekend with some friends. We figured it’d be the perfect time to throw another party. Plus, it’s right before the holidays."

Alessia nods beside her, confirming what Leah just said.

"OK…" I mutter. "I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise anything. Lucy can be really stubborn when she wants to be."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best!" Ale replies excitedly.

She kisses my cheek several times before letting me go. Meanwhile, I keep glancing at every door that opens, hoping Lucy will walk through. We don’t know how long the meeting will last, but I’m optimistic. I smile when I see it’s not my girlfriend, but Ingrid. I interrupt Ale and Leah’s conversation, where my roommate is asking if it’s okay for her girlfriend to come, since she’s now planning to delay the meeting between her and her sister until then.

"I’ll be right back," I say as I stand up.

Alexia watches me, confused, until she spots Ingrid.

"Oh no. Please don’t tell her you know about Mapi. I’ll get in trouble again!"

I laugh and wave her off. Whether she likes it or not, I’m definitely going to question Ingrid, who’s probably the first to know what’s going on. I approach her, and she spots me right away, greeting me with a smile.

"What brings you here, Ona?"

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good too. Is Lucy still in the meeting?"

"Yep. You probably won’t see her all morning. She’s got a meeting with Wiegman right after."

A lightbulb goes off in my head. Damn! I completely forgot about that! She had told me earlier in the week that she scheduled a meeting with her to resign. Ingrid laughs, clearly noticing that I just remembered.

"I’m such an idiot."

"If you say so," she teases.

I bite my lip. I wish I could’ve said something to encourage her, but now it’s too late.

"Don’t stress about it. She won’t hold it against you. She knows you’ve got a lot on your mind. And you weren’t feeling well yesterday either."

I nod. It doesn’t erase the guilt I feel, though. I’ll try to make up for it this weekend. In the meantime, I remember why I’m here in the first place.

"I heard Mapi is coming."

"Did Alexia spill the beans?"

"Was it supposed to be a surprise?"

"Oh no. Mapi’s tried texting you several times this week, but none of the messages got through. She thinks your phone’s off. Lucy wanted to tell you yesterday, but you weren’t feeling well."

I groan, realizing what’s happened. I feel really bad now. My phone must be off since I haven’t used it since Monday.

"At least you found out she’s coming before we go pick her up, so it’s not too bad."

I scowl as she clearly makes fun of me. Well, I deserve it. At least she doesn’t beat around the bush when telling me things.

"So, we’re going together to pick her up?"

"Yep. Lucy suggested we all have lunch together after we pick her up."

I nod, grateful she’s taken the initiative without needing my input. Damn, I really need to make up for all of this this weekend.

"OK… Thanks."

"No problem."

I can tell she finds this situation amusing. With an embarrassed smile, I turn back to my friends. Hopefully, once I apologize to everyone, I won’t feel as foolish.

Friday, March 25; 12:15 PM - Camp Wiegman.

I was waiting for Lucy outside the school, like we usually do. I had already seen Ingrid’s car pass by, so I figured Lucy would be next, and sure enough, her car pulls into the parking lot. She parks in the open spot right in front of me. I have so many things to tell her, I don’t even know where to start. I put my suitcase in the trunk and join her in the front seat.

"Hey."

"Hi."

I lose my smile when I see the serious look on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"Get in. It’s windy."

I do as she says, closing the door behind me. The bad weather has passed, and we’ve got sunshine, but a cool breeze has followed it.

"What’s going on?" I ask, seeing her stare straight ahead.

I don’t like seeing her like this. Luckily, she’s not one to beat around the bush with me.

"Wiegman knows."

My heart skips a beat at this unexpected news. Then it starts racing, and I can’t calm it down. No, this can’t be happening. Not now, not when my exams are in a month. Not after all the effort I’ve put in. Tears well up in my eyes. I blink to get rid of them, but it’s no use.

"Is it…? H-how? This is crazy!"

"Hey, hey," she says, noticing my state. "Calm down. It’s not as bad as you think."

She takes my hands and kisses them, one by one. Her calmness manages to soothe me, even though I still don’t know how things aren’t as bad as she says.

"How did she find out?"

"Your management professor… He saw me kiss you yesterday while you were still asleep. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was planning to this weekend."

"He… That jerk!" I fume. "Did you talk to him?"

"No, I didn’t get the chance. What caught me off guard was that he reported us to Wiegman before I could even do that."

"And Wiegman!? Did she believe him? Just like that? Without letting us explain ourselves?"

"Calm down, baby. No. She asked for my side of the story… I didn’t want to lie, especially when I had my resignation letter in my hand."

I must look shocked. She didn’t do that, did she?

"Stop panicking. Neither of us is getting expelled," she tells me.

"Wait—we’re not…?"

A small smile appears on her face. I remember her first expression. She must have been just as angry as I am. Now she looks like she’s teasing me. How can she? Our principal knows! Shouldn’t we be packing up and getting out of here? That’s what happened to Jenni!

"Given the circumstances, no, I’m not."

"Are you going to explain?"

She chuckles softly, still holding my hands in hers. I don’t find this funny. She dropped this bombshell on me and is now laughing about it. It’s hard to understand.

"We had a long discussion. I spent nearly two hours in her office. When she brought it up, I didn’t know what to do, but I decided to be honest, and it looks like that paid off."

"We’re really not getting expelled?"

"No. I think the fact that you’re your mother’s daughter helped a lot."

I relax, and for the first time in my life, I’m grateful to be her daughter.

"I confirmed our relationship, but I also explained all the good I’ve brought to you. I told her about how hard you’re working to pass your exam, your progress, and your future plans.

- And what did she say?

- She was hesitant at first, until I showed her the pile of exercises you gave me to correct. She realized that our relationship is serious and that it’s helping you.

- Of course! And that’s it?

- Sort of. I told her that if she has to expel someone, she should only expel me, and I handed her my resignation letter. I didn’t want her to ruin your future over this.

- But I thought...

- I’m not expelled, Ona. Let me finish.

- Sorry, I said, blushing.

She’s talking a lot without getting to the point, but I can tell my impatience is amusing her.

- She initially thought I was giving her my resignation because of this, but I told her about my plans to open a gym. Thanks to our evening classes and Ingrid’s testimony, she recognized my professionalism and honesty. She didn’t want to destroy your efforts or our future, so… she’s cutting us some slack. I’ll remain your supervisor until the end.

- So… Wiegman knows, and we’re not expelled…?

I mutter the words, struggling to comprehend them. It feels so surreal.

- It’s not without consequences. She’s going to talk to your professor to make him drop the idea. As for us, we need to stay discreet. If anyone else sees us together and reports it, she won’t be able to protect us, and both our futures will be at risk. Do you understand?

I nod, feeling completely lost. Wow. I never saw this coming. It’s insane.

- Then why did you look so serious earlier? You scared me!

- Sorry. I don’t know. Shocked and angry, I guess. I’m having a hard time processing it too. I always imagined I’d be leaving the day she found out.

- Well, that’s not happening. Isn’t this good news?

- Oh, definitely.

- I suppose I should forget the question I was going to ask you...

- What question? she asks curiously.

- Leah invited us to a party she’s throwing with everyone. Alexia wants us to come because she’s planning to introduce Jenni to Alba.

I quickly explain while playing with her fingers. I knew it would be complicated, but it’s even more so now.

- You know we’ve had this conversation before, Lucy begins, tilting my chin up.

- I know. It’s the others who pressured me...

- I know it’s complicated for you, but we need to stay discreet a little longer. After that, I promise we can shout our love for each other to anyone.

- And go out with my friends?

She rolls her eyes with a small smile. At first, I could tell this situation suited her. I mean, it must be strange for her too, hanging out with people who were once her students.

- Yes, sweetheart. We can go out with your friends. I’d do anything for you.

I kiss her tenderly at this admission. She’s a sweetheart.

- We need to go. Ingrid’s probably waiting for us, she murmurs between kisses.

I pull away and buckle up at the mention.

- Yeah, I heard Mapi’s coming this morning...

- That’s right. Ingrid told me how upset you were about it, she chuckles, placing a hand on my thigh as she starts the car. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I completely forgot because of your condition.

- It’s my fault too. I’ve been so out of it...

- Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re allowed to work hard during the week, she unexpectedly defends me. Mapi will understand.

- Hmm...

- If it helps, I gave her updates on your behalf.

- Really? I asked, surprised.

- Well, yes. She worries when you don’t reply, so she comes to me.

- Thanks.

- You don’t have to thank me for that. She’s your best friend.

- Yes, but it’s not like you’re her biggest fan, I chuckled.

She rolls her eyes in amusement.

- True, she mutters. But you’d be surprised what we could do together for you.

I smile at the thought. I think she’s right. Even if they don’t exactly get along, they’d tolerate each other for my sake. We finally arrive at Ingrid’s place to pick her up. I offered to let her sit up front, but she insisted I stay there. Next stop: the airport. Our chat with Lucy made us late, so by the time we get there, Mapi is already waiting with her suitcase. She greets us one by one, finishing, of course, with Ingrid, whom she can’t stop kissing.

- Couldn’t resist coming, huh? I teased.

- Nope, not really. I’m taking the opportunity to bring some things over and see you both, since I heard you won’t be around for the next holidays.

- That’s true, I admit with a shy smile. Sorry about that.

Lucy pulls me into a hug when she notices how I feel. It’s a fair complaint. I didn’t handle these holidays, but I do know Lucy booked our tickets—and Jenni and Alexia’s—this week.

- It’s okay, I’m just teasing. Your girlfriend defended you enough for me to forgive you, she says, giving me a little hug.

I really need to thank Lucy for that. Usually, Mapi holds grudges much longer. Finally, we head to the restaurant. We’re all starving. Our girlfriends take us to a place I haven’t been before. Mapi seems in good spirits, chatting non-stop about her plans to move here after the school year. Her doubts are far behind her now. She hasn’t heard from her parents in a long time either. She confided that she thinks it’s time to cut ties with them for good. I can only support her in that. I’ve met them once, but they were never really around due to their work. When they did talk to their daughter, it was mostly to criticize her or try to convince her to change her mind about taking over the family business. In that kind of situation, there’s no point in staying in contact. I really admire Mapi’s courage. Even though my mom and I were estranged for a long time, I don’t know if I’d have the guts to do the same. I’m very tied to family, especially because of the promises I made to my dad. Plus, if Mapi were in my situation, I doubt her parents would have offered the help my mom gave me last year. I can blame my mom for a lot of things, but not that, and it’s why I decided to reconnect with her.

- I ran into Abby this week while grocery shopping, Mapi tells me.

- Really? I say, not looking up from the menu.

I’m thinking of getting a burger. I saw one go by, and it looked delicious. Our drinks arrive within minutes. The service seems fast, which is good because I’m starving.

- She told me about the wedding... Is that why you reacted so strongly the last time she visited?

- Not really. There were a lot of things that set me off.

- I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but I think Abby believes you don’t want to come. You should give her a call if you plan on going. That’s all she’s waiting for.

- Do you know the date? She didn’t have time to tell us, Lucy asks.

- Uh, I don’t remember exactly. I think it’s in June.

So soon? I must have shown my surprise because she gives me a sympathetic smile.

- Well, I guess you should call her today, huh? Lucy advises, rubbing my thigh to comfort me.

In just two months, my mom will marry another man. I’m struggling to process it. Everything must have been planned behind my back for months. Lucy kisses my temple, and the conversation moves on. I have trouble following. It’s like my mom was waiting for me to finish school so I could attend the wedding. It warms my heart, in a way. She’s hoping I’ll be there, despite everything that’s happened between us.

We’ll talk more about it when we get home, if you want, Lucy whispers in my ear. »

I nod and snuggle up to her on the bench we're sharing. I'm not sure if it will be necessary, but it always feels good to confide in her. Meanwhile, Mapi keeps talking about how hard she's been working lately. Looks like I'm not the only one pushing myself for this final stretch. The only difference is that she manages to juggle her two lives without anyone saying anything to her. I think I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, too. It's not easy to catch up on everything I've missed. But I’m going to hang in there. I'm almost there.

Friday, March 25th; 10:15 PM - Ona and Lucy’s Apartment

We’ve just come home for the first time today. I’m glad to be back in our place. The atmosphere immediately puts me at ease. We spent the day with the girls, in town, then at the gym later in the afternoon where Jenni, Alexia, and Beth were still working, preparing to receive the first pieces of furniture in two weeks. Then, it’ll finally be vacation time. I sigh as I settle next to my girlfriend on the couch.

- “Relieved to be home?”

- “Oh yes!” I reply. “It’s good to relax too.”

- “Definitely.”

I sigh contentedly as my head falls onto her lap. Lucy immediately starts running her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes to enjoy the moment to the fullest.

- “Do you want to call your mom?”

- “Oh no,” I groan. “Not tonight. I’ll do it tomorrow, when I can take my time.”

I lay on my side, placing my hand on her thigh. It’s a pretty comfortable position. Lucy is sitting with her feet stretched out on the other side of the couch, facing the TV. She flips through the channels before settling on some random series I’m not really paying attention to.

- “Are you feeling good about going to your mom’s wedding?”

I nod, lifting my head to look at Lucy. She’s watching me intently. She’s always so worried about me, and it’s adorable.

- “She wants us there, so we’ll be there.”

- “Alright…”

- “Shouldn't we be thinking about our next vacation instead?” I ask.

- “If you want. I didn’t tell you, but… I booked a ticket to land in Lisbon.”

- “What? How come?”

- “Well, since we’re already going to Portugal, I thought we might as well visit the city where you grew up and where your dad is buried.”

- “That’s amazing! Thank you so much.”

- “It’s no big deal,” she smiles.

- “How long will we stay? I guess you’ve already planned everything?”

She laughs and nods.

- “We’ll arrive in Porto around the same time as Jenni and Alexia, for about a week.”

- “You’re so sweet, always thinking of me.”

- “I know,” she jokes. “Do you have any family we could stay with?”

- “Of course. My grandfather.”

- “Oh, right. The one you like so much, right?”

- “Yes! I can’t wait for you to meet him! I’ll let him know as soon as I can. He’s going to be so happy.”

I sit up and straddle her to show my gratitude with a big hug.

- “Thank you, really. I love you so much.”

- “I love you too, my love.”

We kiss tenderly before I rest my head on her shoulder.

- “Are you sure your parents are going to like me?”

She laughs, running her hand through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. It’s a fear that haunts me. I’m afraid they won’t accept me, and that Lucy might leave me because of it. When I lift my head again, she looks at me with adoration, her eyes filled with all the love she has for me.

- “I promise they will.”

- “You seem really sure of that…”

- “Stop worrying about it. They’re going to love you. They’re actually really excited to meet you.”

- “Really…? You’ve already told them about me?”

- “Of course. I’ve had plenty of chances to call them from school and talk about you. They know you exist and that we’re coming in a few weeks. They also know you were my student at school, why you were there, but most importantly, they know how much I love you.”

- “Y-you told them everything!? Oh my God!”

I try to pull away, but Lucy holds me back with a small laugh. There’s nothing funny about this! How could she tell her parents that I was a former junkie who ran away with my ex to ruin my life?

- “Calm down. I did it to save you from a bunch of awkward questions. I wanted to tell them myself so they’d know what to expect. Mostly, I wanted them to understand how much you mean to me and that they’d better not traumatize you. Well, at least not my dad. He’s a saint compared to my mom.”

- “Fantastic,” I say sarcastically.

Lucy smiles and presses her lips to mine.

- “I promise you don’t have to worry. And how about we head to bed now, huh? We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, again.”

- “OK…” I murmur. “Speaking of tomorrow, I made a few sketches for the walls of the rooms you guys want me to decorate.”

- “Oh, really? I won’t ask when you found time to do that.”

- “In my room,” I reply. “Who do you think I am? I’ve become responsible!”

I squeal as she lifts me up, turning off the TV in the process. The way she carries me to our bedroom brings back so many memories.

- “Of course, my love. We’ll take a look at them in the morning. Right now, it’s time for bed.”

I smile, snuggling back against her shoulder. I’m not going to argue with that.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #ona batlle #barca femeni #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Can i request headcandons of the spiderverse Boys with a shy nurse reader who is constantly tired? Being nurse and spider person is a physically and mentally demanding job and i think that would be nice see more spiderverse content, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

A/n: I’m sorry Most of these are either short cuz I didn’t know what to put for them or come across as a carbon copy of the other in due to me not knowing what to put there instead🤣

Miles sympathises with you wholeheartedly.

Trying to find a healthy balance between being a nurse -an intensive and highly demanding profession- and being a hero was definitely a challenge that had detrimental affects upon one’s mental and physical health.

Miles would affirm you with his words of praises and encouragement all the while holding you tightly, wilfully being your personal pillow/recharging station that often times he’d catch you fall asleep against him because his presence was that warm and comforting to you that it lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Miles deeply admires your dedication to saving people not only as hero but also within the medical field. But he often does worry that you work yourself to the bone trying to find a way to perform both tasks without having them overlap one another.

There do come days where it all becomes a bit too much as your body grows sick and tired of your constant negligence and choose it’s way of rebelling by refusing you any sort of mobility of your limbs. Your mental state also tanks which only made your want to move even harder as you didn’t even have to willpower to make it so.

Miles would be a major source of comfort during these moments as he would remind you of all the achievements and accomplishments you’ve made during your tenure as both hero and Nurse. He’d probably have his music on as background noise whilst he’s taking the time and effort in making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Things he most often says are;

‘You have done so many amazing things and your only just getting started! How cool is that?!’

‘You’re an inspiration to not only the people you save on a daily basis but your also an inspiration to me as well that I even made art about you. Here, take a look!’

‘Don’t beat yourself up over this, you always get back up and hit them twice as hard because that’s what my y/n does, for my y/n ain’t no quitter, they’re a fighter.’

‘Bad days come to pass because the better ones always remain.’

‘Rest, I’ll take over from here.’

‘You’re not alone in this because I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here to catch you when you need me to.’

Pavitr would, If you let him, smother you in affection and cuddles but to the right amount so it doesn’t cross the border where it could potentially get annoying.

Which with Pav, it never does because his hugs and cuddles were the best and yet to be topped by anything or anyone because they are superior.

Plus they brought you warmth and comfort that you can’t help but bury yourself into his neck after a shit day in hopes of forgetting all about it as his hand rubs your back soothingly whilst also fighting the urge to just fall asleep then and there.

Also this lad would just spoil you with small gifts as to show his appreciation for you even though he does so quite eloquently enough with his words and his actions that this was merely the cherry on top.

Due to Pavitr being more able to read people then most, he’d notice the indicators within you that told him you weren’t feeling your best and he would make sure to take you to his favourite places within Mumbattan in hopes that it’ll help you by even just a little bit. After all he’s aware of the concept that fresh air and a change of pace were beneficial to a better mental health, and all he wants was for you to feel better, even if it was by a little that would mean a whole lot to him.

Hobie would want you to have a change of scenery from the hustle and bustle you subjugate yourself to on an daily basis to somewhere less noisy and loud within any aspect.

Sure it’s not his kind of scene but for you and how much work you put on yourself just to come home, looking as though any minute you were going to collapse? It was worth seeing you gradually become more relaxed and at peace to the point you fall asleep against his shoulder and he has to carry you back home.

again Hobie didn’t care since he knew how much sleep you missed out on and would not hesitate to get you a few days off if he feels as though you workplace was taking the piss out of you by thinking you were expendable.

He ain’t having none of that shit when it came to you.

Hobie wasn’t about to let you work yourself to the bone and not get a single thanks nor your flowers for busting your ass.

You tell him that it doesn’t bother you as you were doing what your job entails but Hobie more or less your backbone within these sorts of situations because he didn’t want you being taken advantage of just because you were ‘hard working.’ Not to say you aren’t but Hobie was more then well aware that this was often the excuse given when some shit stain wanted to offload their work onto someone else for personal gain.

It was always the ones who worked the least or didn’t work at all that got the appraisal and the promotions.

So Hobie would always and I mean ALWAYS praise you for everything you’ve done for he doesn’t believe you hear it enough for his liking.

Also he’s great with advice so when the days were particularly rough, he’d probably drop a bit of sage advice in regards to any aspect that you were finding hard to cope with like; ‘while the aspiration to save everyone is admirable; it’s unrealistic. For you’re setting yourself up to traverse down a road where instead of pointing out the problem, you are made to believe that you are the problem. Instead of trying to save everyone, focus on saving one person at a time for that one person could be someone else’s everything.’

Being the absolute secret sweetheart that he is, Miguel would try and help take the weight off of your shoulders and make your life a whole lot more easier by performing small acts of service that he knows you’ll greatly appreciate.

Even if it was the minuscule things such as; making you your favourite beverage, setting up a relaxing bath/ shower. fluffing up the pillows, smoothing the creases out of the duvet, cooking your favourite food since you always tell him that one of the things you always loved coming home to was the smell of his cooking. Hell do it all if it made you happy.

Miguel defiantly pampers you on the days where you felt more fatigued from your dual jobs. He doesn’t want you to do anything for you’ve already done enough to warrant yourself some much needed rest.

He lives to serve his beloved and would reject your requests to help him by planting kisses to your lips until you ultimately accept his pampering with little to no complaint.

If you were in the spider society, he’d give you time off because he’s the boss and all and if you were to go against his request for you to take time for yourself, he’d threaten to double it even though he was seriously considering it with how obvious tightroping two jobs was negatively effecting you.

Miguel doesn’t want you to overwork yourself but will overwork himself…what a hypocrite.

Soft Miguel is only soft with you.

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 7 months ago

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Angsty fight/venting alternate ending

(Part two to this)

For @guiltyscarlet and @aceauthorcatqueen who asked for the angsty ending

CW for major character death. I’m not sure if this counts as dark!Arthur but there is murder scene so mild description of injury. There’s also self destruction from Merlin, possibly self harm, I’m not sure where it falls, and a mental breakdown or two here as well. Also canonical character death right at the end but it’s not graphic.

You’ve all been warned. You’re responsible for your online media consumption so take care of yourselves and don’t read if you think this will negatively affect you.

(Click more for angsty shit.)

I imagine this version to happen around season 5, if it was the hurt/comfort version, I’d say between season seasons 2/3 but the angst needs more time to have the full effect. Merlin is worried because of Mordred and the disir and everything else going on.

After Arthur says “Really. All you do is follow orders. It’s not hard.” Merlin looks over, angry and upset, but when he sees Arthur’s attempt at caring, tears start pooling in his eyes.

Arthur looks startled, unsure what to do, when Merlin looks away, shakes his head and whispers brokenly “Fight me” and it sounds so defeated, like really the last words of a man who’s officially given up. Arthur doesn’t move, and Merlin looks up again, something pleading in his eyes, as he begs, “Fight me. Please.”

Arthur’s in new territory now, their fights have never had anything other than frustration or anger or irritation, occasionally jealousy after that one time where he thought someone was flirting with Merlin Arthur would never admit to. But Merlin seems like he’s just going to use it to get beat up and hurt more. It goes against what they do, and he’s seen Knights fall to similar fates after such things got too far. So Arthur is terrified, he doesn’t want to lose Merlin and doesn’t know how to help so he can keep him.

So he asks “What’s going on?” Breaking the script and throwing Merlin off. Which definitely isn’t something he needs, while he’s that close to a breakdown all he really wants is to remember that the world will keep going forward so he can figure out how to keep going forward too, he really just needs a constant that he can rely on. Arthur’s attitude tends to be a pendulum swing between an array of things depending on multiple factors out of Merlin’s control so he can never figure out what side he’s going to get. So he’s resorted to their fight vents. It’s also not what he needs, but it’s consistent. He can shout or scream, throw a punch, take a punch or two, and then focus on the ache in his muscles instead of the pain in his chest and head.

Merlin doesn’t reply to Arthur’s question, instead he stands up and drops his stance, telling Arthur again to fight him. Arthur knows he isn’t going to get anywhere so he stands up too and as soon as he’s on his feet, Merlin is throwing a punch at him. Arthur manages to partially dodge, taking a hit to his shoulder instead of his face.

It’s right over the questing beast scar, if anyone’s wondering. If I was properly writing this, I’d have a parallel between Arthur’s scars from times Merlin’s saved him and where Merlin is hitting. Probably something about all the times Merlin saved him and how because they’re two sides of the same coin, destroying himself is destroying Arthur too.

Anyway.

Arthur realises how much it hurt, and how Merlin really isn’t pulling any punches now. He starts fighting back, properly defending himself while Merlin dances around him. With each punch there’s choked back sobs or hitches in his breath.

Arthur realises Merlin is crying and tries to help him with something of their normal routine. It helps Arthur, so hopefully it’ll help Merlin too. It doesn’t, of course. But he does try.

He tries taunting Merlin into talking about it, “don’t cry, your fighting skills aren’t that bad.”

Merlin growls through his tears, biting back, “Why? Not worth my tears?” As he attacks viciously and relentlessly.

It confuses Arthur, because that’s what he said about the dragonlord years ago. “You can’t cry over every fallen soldier.” Arthur bites out, dodging a particularly harsh punch aimed at his jaw. And he’s known that lesson for a long time, he kept it with him when he lost young knights while he was still a prince, all his fallen comrades, his best knight, his brother in law, all of them.

“He wasn’t a soldier!” Merlin screamed as Arthur felt his head snap to the side with a punch to his jaw. It’d definitely bruise, but he could blame it on training. “He wasn’t supposed to die!” Another punch knocks Arthur over, “I was supposed to save him!” Merlin jumps on him, and Arthur can barely process that, only just rolling out of the way from instinct alone. Merlin doesn’t move away to come after Arthur, just crumbles on the floor, punching the stone weakly while sobbing.

“It’s my fault.” He says brokenly, “I couldn’t save them, how can I save you?” His body is wracked with sobs, he can hardly see for the tears blurring his eyes, and Arthur is behind him unsure what to do.

Merlin gets a ringing in his ears, sharp and piercing and he can hear his heart beating, breath comes short to him, images of Mordred thrusting a sword into Arthur’s middle playing over and over in his head.

“I- I couldn’t- I can’t-“ he’s clutching at his throat, trying to breathe, trying to think of anything to say, as he scrambles at his neckerchief, he can’t get it off. In a moment of clarity, he desperately cries out, “Arthur?”

Arthur is there, ripping through the fabric and rubbing up and down Merlin’s back to get him to breathe.

“Why is it your responsibility to protect people better equipped to handle dangerous situations than you are?” Arthur asks quietly, not fighting anymore but Merlin shrugs him off.

“They aren’t knights.” He’s gritting his teary and the words have a bite Arthur knows means Merlin isn’t done. “Will, Freya, Balinor, they weren’t knights.” Merlin gets angrier and angrier as he’s speaking, “and I’m not some hopeless wimp like you think I am, Sire.”

Merlin pushes himself up and paces the length of the fire place. “It’s my duty to keep you safe.”

“You’re not a knight!”

Arthur stands up too, yelling in frustration at not understanding what’s going on with Merlin. He’s frustrated at Merlin for being stubborn and at himself for not knowing what to do. Clearly, Merlin wants to fight. Both times he tried letting him speak, Merlin went back to biting and anger and whatever else was left as a result of his pain. Now he’s hopelessly letting Merlin lead him but Merlin isn’t in the mental state to know what he needs.

It’s a new situation for them both, and they’re struggling.

They argue some more, Merlin shoves Arthur back a few times when he’s unintentionally insensitive. “Balinor wasn’t even necessary for defeating the dragon!” “I can protect myself just fine without you cowering behind trees ten feet away!” “William was a sorcerer!”

At some point, Merlin snaps, shoves Arthur back again though not hard enough to fall, and yells that he has magic. Arthur, feeling betrayed and already frustrated from their fight not working, throws a full force, vicious punch. Merlin palms it, and starts yelling about everything he’s done.

Arthur’s getting angrier, and angrier, and angrier. And he isn’t truly angry, he’s hurt, betrayed, confused, lost, afraid, and a billion and one other emotions all at once. But anger is easier to feel, so he defaults to that.

Arthur stars really fighting Merlin, yelling about the lies and “how could he keep this a secret? Why would he lie for ten years?” Merlin doesn’t even have a chance to reply, too busy dodging or minimising the damage Arthur can do. It’s reversed at this point, and Arthur is the one trained to kill with hand to hand.

Merlin is struggling to keep up.

His nose is definitely broken, he’s covered in bruises, his muscles are burning and he’s more focused on just getting Arthur to calm down.

It doesn’t work, and at some point, Merlin ends up pressed against the wall with Arthur pinning him by the throat. Arthur’s still yelling his questions and accusations about Merlin’s magic. It takes a while, he’s pinned and loosing air for a few minutes.

It never even crosses his mind to use it to get away when Arthur starts pressing too hard against his windpipe and Merlin’s vision starts blurring and fading darker.

Arthur notices this and yells at Merlin to defend himself and fight back, Merlin only rasps out, “won’t hurt you,” before going limp. Arthur steps back, and Merlin crumples to the floor.

It’s at that point that he sees Merlin bleeding from a gaping head wound and notices his knuckles broken from where his rings have shattered them during their fight. He panics and pulls off his shirt to press to the head wound.

Arthur is left trying to stop the bleeding, he scoops Merlin up, calls for guards and grabs the first aid kit Merlin made him keep in his rooms a few months after working for Arthur (after the Sophia incident) the guards come in and he immediately sends them to Gaius, starting to stitch Merlin’s head and doing everything he can.

Merlin’s breath is fading and his heart rate is sluggish at best.

It takes another five minutes for Gaius to get there, by that time it’s too late and Merlin is going to die.

Gaius knows this, and the most he can do is give Merlin pain killers, but even if he survives he won’t wake up and he’ll have a few weeks at most of being comatose because of medieval medicine. (This is not historically accurate, but I can’t be arsed with research)

Arthur can’t accept this. He keeps trying to stop Merlin’s bleeding and covering his head in honey to fight infection and anything else that isn’t doing anything. Gaius tries to pull Arthur away but he refuses, and threatens Gaius with execution if he stops Arthur from saving his Merlin.

In the end, Arthur is working on Merlin’s head for two hours before he stops breathing and his heart gives out fully and half an hour after he’s died. Gaius declares Merlin dead and Arthur can do nothing but scream. It takes four knights to hold him down so they can take Merlin’s body away.

Arthur still doesn’t understand why Merlin wanted to fight him, and it takes him a long time to remember anything Merlin said about magic, or Balinor, or protecting Arthur. By the time he remembers, Gaius has left Camelot in his grief so he has no one to ask for answers.

Arthur goes mad, seeking answers from Druids and other magic users, all the stories about Emrys make him believe people are lying to him because Merlin couldn’t be the most powerful sorcerer and not tell him about it. After Merlin lied for ten years, Arthur closes himself off and doesn’t trust anyone. He’s paranoid and in his Paranoia, he’s killed by Mordred who’s angry that Arthur killed Emrys, the golden age doesn’t happen and magic fades from the land.

The end :)

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Thoughts?? Hope you enjoyed :)

I tried to keep it as mild as I could, if I wrote this properly it’d most likely end up a lot more graphic and with a lot more character analysis and emotional shit. I don’t know what I’m allowed to post on here but this is about as mild as I can make it without loosing any of the important bits.

I could easily write 20-30k of this but I’m not starting anything new at the moment. I might come back to it at some point to turn it into a full fic but it won’t be for a while yet. I’ll see what the dopamine decides when I have time and energy for another project.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #angst #hurt/no comfort #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #merthur #sort of #I never said it was happy merthur #i’m bad at tagging

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oatmealdaydreams · 4 months ago

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Hold Me Before I Drown

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Pairing: Intruality

Warnings: abandonment issues, touch-starvation, insecurity, chronic pain, pining, unreality

Description: Patton, as the Heart, can sense when the Others are hurting. He starts feeling the odd tug of something he’s unsure about, and he belatedly realizes who’s been hurting. Remus hates his traitorous, painful hand as it renders him unable to use it for the time being. High Pain Days, or even Weirdly-In-the-Middle Pain Days, are always the worst when he’s been left alone.

Extra: Day 1 of @intrualityweek! Prompts are Fear & Realization.

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Something tugs painfully in Patton’s chest, right where he feels what’s wrong with the Others.

Remus doesn’t care, he doesn’t , it’s always like this and most of them don’t know, anyway.

Something tugs painfully in Patton’s chest, right where he feels what’s wrong with the Others.

Patton can feel when something’s wrong with the Others. He is the Heart , after all. Emotions are his job! It’s a little cavity of swirling emotions and feelings right on the underside of his heart. Every Side feels different. When it’s Logan, there’s an odd poking of wiring or writhing fire that wants nothing more than to burn . With Janus, it’s not always as noticeable as he wishes it were when there’s flakes of plastic masks swimming in salty waters—tears, more like, he’d guess—or there’s the smoothness of scales slithering around in the little cavity. The reason why it’s not as noticeable as it sounds is because, well, he usually feels the ghost of a slithering snake in his chest.

He needs to talk to Janus about that, but it’ll have to wait until later.

Another tug in the cavity. Patton frowns as he sets the bowl of batter down on the kitchen counter.

When it’s Virgil who’s feeling upset, it’s like millions of tiny spiders crawling around. Or, when it gets really bad, there’s nothing but a shadowy emptiness . The emptiness always worries him because he felt those same empty shadows in his chest right before Virgil had...well. Right before he’d, um, ‘disappeared’ before they all got him back.

They’re past that now, and Patton hasn’t felt the emptiness in a long time.

With Roman— god , Roman. It’s always so cold when it’s Roman. Like with Janus, he’s always feeling a sense of chilly ice in his chest. It’s...he worries about Roman. He’s so strong and good , but he doesn’t know how to ask for help. Patton knows, with guilt pressing against his tongue, that he’s part of the reason Roman’s afraid of asking for things. He’s working on it now. He’s listening to Roman now. It’s getting better. Slowly, but still getting better .

Patton sighs, leaning against the counter as he sets the wooden spoon into the bowl of batter.

He doesn’t know what Remus’ hurt and upset feels like. He doesn’t know a lot of things about Remus, if his Christmas gift to him says anything. Patton smiles at the memory of Remus getting excited over it anyway, though he lightly grimaces at one of the Duke’s...less conventional suggestions of what he could fry in the airfryer. All he hopes is that Remus got as much use out of it as he possibly could. As long as it makes him happy, right?

He doesn’t know who the tug belongs to. It’s painful, yes, and sharp like spikes and blades. If he were to guess , it could be from one of the twins. Roman’s is usually cold, but who says the sharp tug isn’t just a different form of hurt from the Prince? It could be Remus’, but why would he ever feel so…like this? Remus isn’t affected by anything! He's got this uncaring attitude—not that he doesn’t care, he cares so much about everyone in his own way, especially where Roman’s involved—and how he lets every little thing bounce off him like it’s nothing. There’s no way it could be Remus! Remus doesn’t get all mopey and sad or numb or upset. He doesn’t get like this ...right? Well, Patton doesn’t know him that well, but surely Remus wouldn’t be so...hurt.

His chest tugs again, but this time it’s more like something tugging on him than the sharpness of spikes. It’s like—Patton’s heart clenches for an entirely different reason now. It’s like...like a little kid tugging on their parents’ clothes because they’re scared . Is...is Remus scared ? Can Remus get scared? Well, he’s as humanoid as the rest of them—minus the kraken-like tendencies, he supposes—so it’d make sense that he could get hurt. But Remus? Really? Why would—

A sharper, more urgent tug in his chest nearly sends Patton bumping into the counter.

Oh.

Oh, no. Oh, kiddo, no.

Something smells like it’s burning, and it’s definitely not the cookie batter.

Oh, god.

Patton sinks out immediately, leaving the cookie batter on the counter to go search for the Duke of the Mindscape.

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Remus doesn’t care, he doesn’t , it’s always like this and most of them don’t know, anyway.

It’s fine. It’s fucking fine, okay? No one knows. He doesn’t have to be all mopey and sad and shit out there because no one knows, and if they did know, they wouldn’t get it. Roro’s the only one who might get it, but he already does so much for Remus. He and Remus can finally bond after so long of being separated. It’s amazing and good, it is, he loves his brother so much and he wouldn’t trade that little dork for anything . If Roro saw him all mopey, he’d sprawl all over him and squish him wonderfully into the abyss so he can be again. They’ve got some of the same shit. They’re twins. They used to be One. They’ve got the same kind of shitty shit-shit. Shit all around. Shit, shit, shit.

Remus huffs a small laughter at his brain as it repeats that word over and over.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s a funny word.

Remus winces, frowning as his hand jolts in sharp pain. It spreads rapidly all throughout the bones and joints in his hand. Remus whines softly, clutching his stupid hand to his chest.

Roro just left. He was here because he felt Remus hurting and having bad pains in his fucking hand. He helped with getting him situated in soft things and as comfortable as he could be—Remus holds his hurting hand with the okay one—and asked his brother if he needed him to stay. He always asks that, to be fair. ‘Do you want me to stay?’ he’ll say, ‘Want me to take care of you, Re?’ Remus refuses him unless it’s really bad. Sometimes, his bones are trying to break and crack and tear themselves out of his skin. When that happens, Roman won’t leave even if Remus tries to get him to. He knows Remus needs help , and because he’s so good and he’s Roman , he’s gentle and caring and Remus loves him.

But it’s not that bad this time. Just a little extra than it typically is. Remus can manage on his own.

Besides, Roman got summoned by Thommy Salami, so there’s very little chance he’d come back for a while. It doesn’t matter that they’re brothers or that he’s in pain or if Roman can still feel how much it hurts . It doesn’t matter because meetings with Thomathy are still important , and it’s not like Remus doesn’t have practice dealing with this by himself.

It’s fine.

Remus ignores the faint hiss from the shadowed corners of his room. Jannie’s not here , stupid brain. He’s probably out plotting some fun little scheme, or, more accurately, lounging in soft sweats and binging Scooby Doo movies again.

It’s fucking fine .

Pain shots through his hand again as he whimpers quietly, curling up further in his bed. High Pain Days are so fucking dumb . It’s even a high pain level, it’s not like that . It just hurts more than normal. It’s not—it’s not . This is fine. He’ll just curl up into a little kraken cube and stay here, alone, in pain, and it’s so fine that he’s alone right now .

Remus closes his eyes shut, squeezing, as his hand twitches and sparks another sharp spike of pain in his fingers. He turns his head into his pillow, breathing out shakily. There’s a soft whoosh of someone rising up, but he dismisses it. Ro-bro wouldn’t be finished yet, it takes time for the creative process to go go go. No one else would come to check on him, especially not Virgil or Patton . Patton hardly knows him. He’s...he hardly knows him. And Virgil doesn’t want to spend time with him right now. To be fair, he did pour a bucket of slime when he was hoodie-less, so...pranks do that. It’s not normally a big deal, Virgil just needs some self-time to recover from prank wars and peopling, he gets that. But it still hurts . Why does it hurt? Why’s Remus so fragile? He’s the conduit and vessel for Intrusive Thoughts! He’s a scary gremlin, he can’t be fragile. Besides, not even Janus likes messy Duke-krakens.

Another sharp prick in the back of his hand that aches , and Remus whimpers again. He doesn’t dare let the tears at the edges of his eyes fall. He’s being messy right now and he needs to stop being messy because then the Others will eventually ask about things and they won’t understand and—and—

A weight sinks next to him on the mattress, and he buries his face deeper into his pillow. He must be imagining someone there. No one would come for him, not right now, not now . He’s just imagining someone because he’s so lonely . His hand aches in all the wrong places, and he gasps painfully. He aches, but it’s not just his traitorous bones that hurt .

“Um, Remus? Buddy, you okay?” the imaginary voice asks, gentle, soft, so soft , “Come on, let me see you. Show me what’s hurting, buddy.”

Remus curls up tighter. It—it sounds like Patton . It can’t be, he wouldn’t be here , he doesn’t like him, he’s always so uncomfortable around Remus, he wouldn’t be here .

“I know I don’t know you as well as I’d like to—” Patton wouldn’t want him, this is imaginary, it’s in his head, it is , “—but I care, okay? I do. I know I’m not good at showing you, but I do .”

Not real, not real, not real—

“C’mon, Remus—oh, oh, hey , it’s okay, baby, it’s okay.”

Remus flinches away from the warm, warm hand on his shoulder that soon retracts, keening, whimpering, because real things are warm but this isn’t real , it isn’t . Patton’s not here, he’s not, he’s not, he’s not , why’d he be here? He wouldn’t , and it aches so badly .

“Shh, baby,” and the petname buries itself into a soft part of Remus’ chest, making it flutter in hesitant hope, “It’s okay, you’re safe, baby. It’s just me, it’s Patton, I came to help, buddy, that’s all. I’m here to help you.”

Oh fucking Christ, oh god. Please be real , please don’t be real, please, please, please.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts,” the imaginary Patton whispers close to him as Remus makes a desperate noise. “I can feel it, baby, I know.”

He can what ?

“I don’t know where, but I can sense it, baby. You’re hurting, and I wanna take care of you. Let me take care of you, please?”

Remus hurts and aches so much, he wants to be taken care of, he wants Patton , but he knows Patton wouldn’t want him. Not the real Patton, anyway.

But he hopes.

“You’re not re al ,” Remus’ voice is quiet and small and cracking as he tries .

There’s shuffling on the mattress, and now the imaginary Patton is silent. Fuck , he fucked up. Patton was in his head and not real, and now he’s gone . Remus shudders as he cries into his pillow. He’s gone because he was never really there to begin with and now he’s alone again, truly, so fucking lonely and he deserves to be, doesn’t he? He fucked up, god , what the fuck is wrong with him? What’s so wrong with everything Remus is that he can’t just leave things be instead of fucking everything up ?

A soft noise and warm hand on his shoulder again.

His breath hitches from how warm it is. It’s—the hand—

Real? Are you real? Really real?

“Oh, Remus…of course , I’m real,” the voice is back, it’s there, it’s there , “C’mon, baby, open your eyes. Look at me, come see me.”

And because Remus is a messy, weak bastard, he hopes .

He turns his head slightly out of the pillow, and he opens his eyes.

“There you go, baby,” Patton says, he sees him, that’s Patton and he’s real , “You see now, yeah? I’m right here, I’m real, sweetheart.”

Remus stares at him as his breath hitches. The hand— Patton’s hand, he belatedly realizes—rubs smoothing circles on his shoulder. It’s so warm, it’s so warm , oh god, it’s real and there and Patton’s there and he’s real and he’s here .

“P-Patt’n?” Remus is clumsy with words.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me,” Patton’s voice is tender and kind ...oh no, oh no .

“You’re here?”

“Yeah, I’m here, I’m right here.”

“You’re here .”

“Yes, Re— oh , baby, it’s okay, it hurts, I know.”

Remus’ stupid, fucking hand shoots up in pain that engulfs the entire thing, and he can’t stop the whine that slips from his lips. Patton spots the way he clutches his hurting hand tighter to his chest. Remus sniffles and sluggishly realizes tears are falling down his face.

Stupid, stupid, stupid .

“Can I touch you, baby?” Patton is so caring .

“I—I don—”

“It’s okay if not, baby, I just wanna take care of you.”

Remus hesitates, but a pained noise helps him make a decision, “ Please ?”

“Oh, sweetheart, of course. I have you now, it’s alright, just gonna move you a little, okay?”

Remus can hardly think once he feels Patton scoop him up in his arms and hold him tenderly. He’s so warm , he’s holding him in his lap , and it’s warm , so warm, too warm, not warm enough, warm —

A hand cups the back of his neck as he hides in the crook of Patton, making him gasp and breathe .

“ That’s it, baby, breathe. Try breathing for me, okay?”

Remus gasps and gasps for breath, his lungs trying to hoard it all in big gulps of air. His hand twitches as he shivers from the overwhelming warmth that burns his body, pressed tendering against Patton. It’s real, it’s all real . Patton’s here and taking care of him. He cares , oh fucking god , Patton cares . He buries himself deeper into the fatherly persona desperately, chasing after the warm feeling that makes his stomach squirm.

“I’ve got you, Remus, it’s alright. I didn’t realize ...baby, you’ve been hurting for a while, haven’t you?”

Remus nods silently, not trusting his voice to speak without breaking. He keeps shivering . He’s so cold, and Patton’s so, so warm.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you could hurt. I’m here now, okay? I’ve got you now.”

“...not leavin’?” Remus asks, stumbling as fear leaks through his voice.

Patton’s heart clenches, “No, I’m not leaving, I’ll stay, I’m staying, baby.”

“Pat…”

“Yeah, Remus?”

“P-Pat—”

“ Oh , shh, baby, it’s okay.”

“ Hurts .”

“I know, baby, c’mon, it’s alright.”

Remus is crying fully now, red-rimmed eyes and sniffling nose and desperate babbling about his hurting hand. Why is he like this right now? He can usually handle it fine on his own. It’s not even a High Pain Day!

Then Patton cards a hand through his hair as the grey fog of loneliness stutters in response.

Oh.

Oh, fucking god.

Shit .

It takes a while for him to be able to form words that aren’t just ‘hurts’ or ‘warm’ . It takes even longer for him to slump in Patton’s hold, tired, messy, and very much not sure if he could handle separating from him. The moral Side’s hand keeps carding through his hair, steady and grounding. His hand still twitches and aches and hurts , but with all the affection from Patton, it feels more manageable without the threat of grey on the edges of his vision.

“That was a lot, huh?” Patton mumbles as he holds Remus tightly.

“Uh-huh,” is all Remus mutters, eyes closed as he embraces the warmth.

“Does your hand still hurt?”

“Mm.”

“Does it—is it always like that?”

“Mm, yeah. ‘S fine, though. Jus’ gotta deal with it.”

Patton frowns, “What?”

“Gots chronic pain, Pat-Pat. ‘S all the time.”

“Oh, baby...that explains the tugging…”

Remus sobers up a little at that, opening his eyes to glance up at Patton, “The what?”

“Well—okay, it’s not easy to explain, um…” a sigh, “Y’know how I’m the Heart and stuff?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, a part of being the Heart is sensing—uh, more like feeling others’ emotions. Like, I can feel when everyone’s hurting or upset.”

Hold on, wait a minute, back up .

He can fucking what now?

“Sometimes, I feel when Roman’s cold,” he continues, even though Remus.exe has stopped working, no thoughts for him, nope, he’s still wrapping his head around Patton being able to sense when they’re all upset , “Or when Logan isn’t doing so good. I had this tugging thing, all sharp and stuff or, like, pulling for my attention. I thought it might’ve been Roman , but…”

Patton pauses when he sees Remus gaping and staring at him.

“Remus? Baby, what is it?”

“You…” Remus swallows, ignoring the small blush on his face from the petname, “You know ? You feel the hurt?”

“Yeah, buddy, I— whoa , okay, I’ve got you!”

Patton nearly falls backwards as Remus flinches hard . Sharp pain rockets through his hand everywhere, in every bone, in every joint, and he feels as though it may rip away from his body. He doesn’t have the energy to bite back a curse under his breath.

“Oh, sweetheart ...do you have meds that help? Pain killers, anything?”

Remus shakes his head, “No, none of ‘em work for me.”

Patton makes a sympathetic noise, hand scritching lightly against his scalp as it cards through his hair.

“I’m sorry, that’s gotta be tough, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, it’s—’s...how’re you so warm ?”

“Warm?” Patton asks, confused.

“Mhm, you’re all warm.”

Remus’ eyes glaze over when Patton scritches and cards his hand more firmly in his hair. Oh , he’s cold. Remus is cold .

“Oh, you poor baby,” Patton mutters, tightening his hold on the Duke in his arms. “I’ll share my warmth, c’mon.”

Remus shudders as he’s held so tenderly and kindly by Patton, unable to process anything more than the warmth surrounding his body and his bones and his aching heart. God , it’s worse because it’s Patton, and it’s better because it’s Patton .

“Warm, warm —”

“Yeah, come take some of my warmth, Remus. It’s alright,” he reassures.

Remus’ glazed eyes flutter, ready to shut now that he’s all cuddled into the fatherly persona. His hand reminds him of its painful presence, but it only brings out a soft whine this time as the warmth chases away the last remains of the icy grey.

“You can sleep. If you need to sleep, go ahead. I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere, baby,” a soothing mumble buries itself pleasantly in Remus’ brain.

Remus, though very tired, blushes a dusty pink at the petname again.

Patton notices, “You okay, sweetheart?”

Remus nods, “Mhm, jus’, um...name?”

Patton blinks before a fond smile stretches across his face.

“‘Sweetheart’, ‘Baby’? Are those—can I call you that, Remus?”

Remus just buries his face away as his cheeks heat up a little more, humming a ‘yes’ . Patton’s smile widens, somehow, and he plants a light kiss on top of the Duke’s head of tousled hair. It brings out a quiet gasp and the thrumming of a heart. Remus nearly freezes, but Patton presses a firmer kiss to his hair, and he melts . Slumping in his friend’s—friend? Lover? Something else? He doesn’t know anymore—grasp, which causes a chuckle to rumble through the moral Side’s chest.

“We’ll figure it out later, okay? Just rest now, baby,” Patton whispers into Remus’ hair as the little cephalopod’s eyes flutter shut.

Patton holds him tightly, firmly, steady. He doesn’t waver. He’s safe there, in his whatever-the-hell’s arms, in the confines of his messy room, where his hand won’t stop hurting but a softer part of his chest does .

With the grey away and him edging on sleep, a small part of his mind cheers as it goes ‘he cares’ .

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @thegoldenduckie @not-sure-what-im-feeling

#oatmeal ink pens #intrualityweek2024 #day one #fear #realization #intruality #remus sanders #patton sanders #hurt/comfort #intruality week #sanders sides

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ginjithewanderer · 2 years ago

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[Tetora Nagumo] What I Like 4☆ — The Back of a Man Among Men

Writer: Nishioka Maiko || Season: Winter Character appearances: Tetora, Arashi

"What about you, Tetora-kun? Have you found anything you like yet?"

Translation under the cut

Tetora: Hmhmhmm…♪ I’m back~

Arashi: Oh? Tetora-kun, welcome back.

Arashi: Are you done with work already? You're back surprisingly early. Didn't you say you might be late? I thought for sure that you wouldn’t be back until late at night.

Tetora: Ossu. That's what I thought, too, but I got done earlier than I expected~

Arashi: I see. Well, I'm glad you got done without any troub—

Arashi: Kyaah!

Tetora: Woah!? Wh-what's wrong? You startled me just yelling all of a sudden, y'know?

Arashi: Tetora-kun, this is bad! Your ear! Your earlobe!

Tetora: Huh?

Arashi: Your earlobe is bleeding!

Tetora: Hm…?

Tetora: Ah, it really is. My piercing hasn't healed all the way yet, so I guess it might be bleeding because my earring got caught on my clothes or something.

Arashi: Uh-uh. You can't just wipe it off so casually like that! What if it gets infected!?

Arashi: Okay. Come here. I'll give you a hot soak.

Tetora: H-'hot soak'…? What's that? It sounds kinda like 'hot soup' in English, so I guess it's something yummy?

Arashi: Nope. A hot soak is when you use warm salt water on the affected area to help it heal better.

Arashi: Piercings are delicate, so you can't use regular disinfectants.

Arashi: Don't worry, this won't hurt. Come on, come here and sit still.

Tetora: Ossu. I'll take you up on that, then.

Arashi: Dab, dab…And, there.

Arashi: Oh? This earring…It's not the one you usually wear, is it?

Tetora: Ah, yeah. Today's work was kinda formal, so I wore this clear one that isn't really visible from a distance.

Tetora: I wonder if this piercing is even worth it for me if it’ll keep getting caught in my clothes~. It probably started bleeding because it got caught on something in a weird way.

Arashi: Hmm, that is strange. I wonder if it keeps getting caught on things because you’re not used to it yet.

Arashi: You can’t take the earring out until it heals up, though, or the hole will close up…

Arashi: I know. How about we go shopping for new ones the next time we’re free? I’ve been meaning to look for some small ones for myself, too.

Arashi: I can recommend you a shop, but would you be okay with that?

Tetora: Oh. Can I? If it’s one you recommend, I wanna go, too!

Arashi: That’s decided, then ♪ Let’s go out the next time we’re free.

Arashi: Kyaah ♪ All of them are so cute. With this many choices, I’ll never be able to decide.

Arashi: Oh, well~. Even though there are so many cute things, I want to save money this month…They’re all so tempting.

Arashi: Ah, I can’t get distracted and have fun on my own like this. I’m not here to shop for myself today.

Arashi: What about you, Tetora-kun? Have you found anything you like yet?

Tetora: U~myu. Let me think…Ah, these are nice and simple.

Tetora: I like this kinda thing, but I don’t know how fashionable they are…

Tetora: I don’t really have much of a fashion sense. That’s why I wanna hear your opinion. What do you think of these?

Arashi: Hey. You don’t need to worry about every little thing like that. After all, the most important part of fashion is wearing what you like!

Arashi: Besides, it’s not like you don’t have a good fashion sense. These earrings are nice, aren’t they? I think they’ll suit you.

Tetora: You think so? If they have your seal of approval, I’ll get them~♪ That said, which ones do you like, Narukami-senpai?

Arashi: Me? Well—

Arashi: I like these, and earrings like these are nice, too…Ah, these! I like these ones. Mmm, it’s too bad I can’t buy them. I’ll have to come back when I have some more money.

Arashi: Oh, well, that’s okay. Our main goal today was to get you some earrings. We did achieve that.

Tetora: Ossu. I’ll go pay for these, then!

Arashi: Okaaay, see you in a bit. I’ll go look around that clothing store over there. Please do call out to me once you’re done.

Arashi: I’m so glad you could find something you like.

Tetora: Ossu! It’s just as I’d expect from a store you like. All the accessories there were designed really well. It was really neat.

Tetora: I wanna go there again. Thank you so much!

Arashi: Hehe. Just hearing you say that makes it feel worth recommending it to you.

Tetora: —Also, here.

Arashi: Huh? What’s this package?

Tetora: It’s thanks for today. I’m sorry it’s so small.

Arashi: Huh!? You don’t need to thank me, though!

Arashi: But…thank you. I’m glad. Is it okay if I open it?

Tetora: Of course!

Arashi: —Oh, my! These are the earrings I liked from that store! When did you…

Tetora: Heheh. I’m not great at giving presents, so I wasn’t sure what would be good enough as thanks, but…

Tetora: Obviously, you’d want to give anyone something they’d like, right? That’s why I didn’t buy anything beforehand. I just quietly did my research and bought these earlier.

Arashi: …You’re amazing, Tetora-kun.

Tetora: Huh? Did you say something, Narukami-senpai?

Tetora: Ah! Are these not good enough as a thank you!?

Arashi: Nope. Not at all. I’m really happy with these. Thank you so much. I’ll treasure them ♪

Tetora: I’m really glad you like them! Let’s go home, then.

Arashi: (Mm~…And I thought you were still just a cute junior. I really look forward to what the future holds for you…♪)

Tetora: ? Narukami-senpai, what’s wrong~? You almost got left behind, y’know~?

Arashi: Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, Tetora-kun!

#so can we talk about the tetonaru dynamic #and more importantly about the name of the story vs the end with arashi looking at tetora's back #the symbolism of it all. expect a ramble on my other blog tomorrow #the moment i read this (earlier today) i knew i had to tl it. my friend and i have 4 hours' worth of messages of us just screaming about it #i had to pace around my room from all the emotions this made me feel #<- most normal tetora fans #enstars #ensemble stars #tetora nagumo #arashi narukami #enstars translation #an's translation

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sixthwater · 2 years ago

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The Twelve Signs: Behind The Shadow

So many times people are warned about the negative qualities concerning certain signs, like how manipulative a cancer can be or how two-faced a libra is. Rarely do we dig underneath all of the ugliness and figure out where it's coming from. So if you'd like to dive into the darker side with me to figure out how the signs tick, buckle up.

**Feel free to use for Sun/Moon/Rising, everything was viewed from a general perspective

First Sector: These signs are getting used to the world around them. They are looking at the building blocks of their immediate environment to help figure out who they are. Focused on sorting out who they are — on a superficial level for right now, but it’ll give them a good base to always come back to later. They’re more worried about their ethics, family, neighborhood, communication — every small thing that builds up their identity. This is the personal, ego driven group.

Aries: Impulsive, Impatient, Selfish

Aries is known to be a lot. The first thing people usually feel when someone reveals that they’re an Aries is either exhaustion or a sense of dread, because they’re preparing themselves for the extreme qualities that an Aries can hold within them. We should, however, always remember that Aries starts off the zodiac. They have the title of ‘The Leader’ for a reason. Many exciting ideas run through their head, and they don’t want to miss them. They struggle to sit still because that rush of a new adventure is a great feeling. They are a very loving sign, they will take all of their friends with them to share the experience, but if you don’t want to go they’re not going to pass up on it because it doesn’t make sense to them. It’s very simple: you want to go sit down and they want to run into chaos, so that’s what’s going to happen. It doesn’t seem selfish to them. If you wanted something for yourself that they didn’t care for, they wouldn’t stop you and would usually push you to do it. It doesn’t always mean they’re going to bend over backwards and put their own feelings aside though, and they’ll usually express that. It’s basic math in their head. Just as short and straight-forward as this passage is, that's how most Aries are. If you ask them a question, 9/10 they will be able to give you their honest feelings on it without problem and there won't be a need to second guess or dig for hidden truths. They already told you everything.

Taurus: Materialistic, Stubborn, Jealous, Lazy

I think out of all the signs here, Taurus is the most fought for. Benefits of being a Venusian? Who knows. When it comes to Taurus, it’s simple: they know what they want. Some people will see that as being too much to deal with, but it’s very helpful for the native. It helps them to not lower their standards, which is exactly how they get all those labels up there. You will not see a Taurus chasing after something or someone that they do not care for. If they think something is worth their time or love, then they will go after it and cherish it with all of their heart (they are Scorpio’s sister sign, remember). Which I do touch on a bit here in this mega post. The thing with Taurus is that they’re either in or they’re out. So when they’re out, they aren’t lifting a finger let alone looking in that direction. There’s not much you can do to get them to care for it, unless you’re someone that they care about. Even then, there will be a bit of a struggle, but they’ll eventually cave with some bargaining and if they have a soft spot for you. Considering how much Taurus gives, they don’t want things that aren’t worth it to affect their internal balance.

Gemini: Superficial, Fickle, Inconsistent

Gemini! One of the good ol’ most hated signs. I spoke a little on them here, specifically the moon, but we’ll get a bit more general (albeit, repetitive). The usual concern with Gemini is that they either lack concentration, or they tell little white lies for fun. The mind of a Gemini moves quickly. It can annoy the natives sometimes, especially if they are trying to get projects done. It’s not that they can’t or choose to not focus on you or a topic, but if something pops up in their head and it’s interesting, then they want to talk about it. It circles back to Aries slightly; they want to discuss the topic while it’s fresh in their head and yes they promise they will get back to what you guys were talking about. They get interested in so many things, and they feel no need to restrict themselves to just one bubble – especially if they just want to figure out what’s going on with the subject and then go back to minding their business. Gemini’s are definitely aware of when they get themselves wrapped up in sticky situations for the most part, by the way. Once again, it’s not something that they enjoy. It’s part of the mind racing, something fun pops up, and they believe that this is something neat and fun and that they truly, honestly, want to do it. It will die out within a few hours to maybe some weeks, and then it sinks in. They’re a mutable air sign; they don’t like heavy drama. Little white lies that go nowhere? Yeah sure. Actual trouble? You are not finding them there that’s not their game, so if you do, trust them, they didn’t want to be there either.

Cancer: Insecure, Moody, Smothering

People will interestingly see Cancers as either: Innocent and harmless or Manipulative and cannot be trusted. Cancer is a water sign that's ruled by the moon, which controls the tides of our ever changing and extremely powerful ocean. One last thing, it’s also associated with the fourth house, which ties back into early upbringing and what brings us comfort. All of this to say: yeah, Cancers can be sensitive. They will pick up on the mood of others, even if they’re trying to hide it. If the overall energy in the room is not good, it will get to them as well. They want to make sure the person who is upset can be soothed because once they feel better, it dispels the uncomfortable feeling that they’re picking up on. A Cancer can try to ignore it but they will either exhaust themselves in doing so, or flip back and forth between how they’re genuinely feeling and absorbing what the room is going through. They do genuinely want to help those around them, but it’s another way to get rid of them feeling bad — two birds one stone. They’re also not as insecure as they present themselves. It’s usually their ego that gets broken down over the years that makes them need reassurance from their loved ones, or makes them act out in overconfidence, because they’ve been told that they’re too sensitive or needy from a young age too many times. Cancers are still a cardinal sign, but they worry about the emotional and inner world.

Second Sector: Now that the ego has been formed somewhat, it has to make sure it can go out into the world and mingle with others right? The signs here are the middle-men between what’s mine and what belongs to others. Through others we can help cut away pieces of ourselves that we don’t need anymore, or find pieces of us that we didn't even know existed. It can also help polish elements of our personality that might be too explosive. These signs deal all with balancing our ego and relations with others, and sometimes learning how to share with others.

Leo: Conceited, Dramatic, Needs Attention

Our Bright Sun! Yet another sign that I don’t believe gets much hate in comparison. Leos tend to be very charming, lovely, and friendly. They are also a lot more calm than people realize, or they’re not always at level 100, I should say. If a Leo is being dramatic, it’s just for expressive purposes and to get a few laughs out of people. It brings them a bit of joy to see that people are laughing due to something that they did or said. It’s also like a stress reliever in a way, they don’t want to hold their emotions in and they don’t necessarily want to rant or bring the energy down…so let’s make it a little funny while expressing ourselves. They also aren’t usually needy for attention unless they’re proud of what they’ve done or created. I’ve noticed a pattern with a lot of Leo influenced natives and it’s that they’ll quietly work or mind their business, and once they’re done they’ll beam as they show off the finished project. If there’s a piece of their work that they’re excited about: they’ll show it off. If they really like their nails or new piece of clothing, they’ll ask for your opinion as they gush about it. Personality wise, a lot of other things can get them down but not many things can make them doubt that one quality. Even when someone is able to, they’ll seek out someone they trust to help them get back on their feet. It’s not that Leo’s are begging for attention or can’t live without it, but they’re proud of their stuff and themselves, as they should be.

Virgo: Critical, Perfectionist, Petty

We’re already familiar with Virgo’s infamous negative traits. They can be very particular about…well nearly everything. They can be petty, high-strung, and seem like they know what’s best for everyone. With Virgo, everything sources back to them having a bit of control or preparation for what’s around them. They can feel uncomfortable or seriously anxious when thrown into situations without any prior knowledge on how to navigate it. They don’t need a complete manual or guide, but being given some kind of bone would be nice. This leads them to seem very anal about a lot of things in their life because they’re clutching onto that small guide as if it’s a lifeline. If it gets them through a tough time, they’ll most likely continue to follow that advice as if it’s the gospel. Over time they will become more comfortable with tweaking things so it’s more personable — they are a mutable sign after all. It’s not that they’re incapable of change, but there’s a worry that they’ll fail and let someone down or they won’t live up the expectations they set up in their head (which is to be perfect; they saw someone who is already great at it do it so they should immediately be at that level). Most things with Virgo circle back to how their actions will impact those around them and how they can help make things easier or more efficient. They don’t want to risk making a mess because if they do, someone else’s day will be affected by it. If they know a quicker and easier way to do something, they will share that knowledge because they want to help those around them. They get sensitive about being rejected in those fields because it’s a slight attack on their capability and as if the ones they love don’t need them. Virgo’s end up attacking themselves before anyone else does. It’s usually not a case of believing people are incompetent, but they want to help things flow more easily and it’s foolish to not speak up or help if they know how to do it.

Libra: Indecisive, Vain, Flirtatious

This sign is actually very easy to decipher. Once again, they are a cardinal sign, but they’re also an air sign, so this energy is put towards socializing with other people and initiating conversations. This is a great quality for Libra to utilize, and they do so on a daily basis. In my eyes, Libra can masquerade as a Mutable sign…by simply not speaking, honestly. They are a bit like Cancer, in the sense that they can be more docile and they navigate situations by how others are feeling. Or they just avoid them depending on if they have the energy to deal with it. If there’s an argument or conflict going on, and they happen to be stuck in the middle, they’ll use their knowledge of how each person feels regarding certain issues (or even the exact problem) to help mitigate the situation. You won’t hear their own personal opinion, because their focus is to just put the fire out. Unless it’s a casual conversation and everyone is goofing around, you really won’t get insight into their own personal landscape (and the rest of their placements will absolutely influence how quickly this happens, and how loud they will be). All you have to do is either give them space or time and it’ll come pouring out if they feel comfortable around you (ie; you won’t put words in their mouth). Libras are not indecisive, they very much have a strong mind of their own, but they understand that will not help put out a situation that’s already on fire. As for the flirtation, they just like talking to people. It’s their way of making people feel good, and if you throw them a compliment back it’ll probably make them feel good too. They’ll put a little notch next to your name to remember that you don’t take every single little thing they say to heart. They like to socialize, so if that becomes a chore they probably will avoid doing so if they associate it with you.

Scorpio: Vengeful, Paranoid, Possessive

If you’re a local, you know I love to laugh at you guys, it’s out of love. Welcome to the second rare serious post for you! All of these qualities rise from self-defense and regret (with a few other fun emotions mixed in). I wrote in an observation post a bit back that Scorpio placements go through many transformations and ‘ego’ deaths depending on what planet it’s in. Before this starts, the native is very raw and willing to give their all for whatever they cherish. Once they get burnt a few times and they’re in the middle of these lessons, this is when they become a bit closed off and struggle to balance themselves. They get stuck in their head and worry if the people around them will treat them like the last (ex; will this person cheat on me, will they truly understand me, do they like me for me or my image, etc). The infamous ignoring or mean attitude brought out at this stage is a mix of a native who is hiding themselves from getting hurt and a native who is hurt. Once they have worked through their inner struggles and the right people come into their lives, they get a bit defensive and possessive like just a bit. It’s something that must be worked through, but it’s not about control, it’s more about the fear of losing someone and the idea that those people didn’t ever care. Toss in some ‘I know what’s best for you because I’ve been scarred before’ as well. It’s only when a loved one or they have been hurt that they become ‘vengeful’. All these emotions are sourced from their pain and it’s usually a bit of them upset that they became vulnerable in the first place or that they couldn’t protect the ones they love, at least at this stage. As they grow into themselves, these tendencies become less noticeable and they’re more okay with letting people go and more of the stereotypical ‘mysterious’ Scorpio that, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t like to settle down so easily because they’ve become more comfortable with themselves over time.

Third Sector: These signs also focus on relations and closeness, but it’s on a wide scale. They want to connect with as many people as possible and understand the world in a general sense. It brings them a sense of comfort, like a security blanket. They want to see how others are viewing the world and to understand them. What they are doing to impact the world and how they can help their community. These signs, whether they fully realize it or not, are always sensitive to how the world is operating and how those within it are doing. They end up being somewhat spiritual and it can display itself in different ways.

Sagittarius: Tactless, Irresponsible, Opinionated

Hot, Annoying, Wanderlusting Saggitarius! Many people usually don’t have an issue with them because they’re the wattpad love interest from our teen years. Charming and fun from a distance, probably not all that perfect in execution. The thing with Sagittarius is that they don’t hide their faults. At all, though some will think that it’s still charming. That initial friendly impression people get from them comes from their ability to communicate with nearly anyone and keeping the energy up, but they don’t shy away from conflict or deeper debates — even with strangers. You’re probably very familiar with the side of them that actively challenges people or picks at people’s brains, coming off as somewhat combative even though they genuinely just want to understand how this person is thinking. The interesting thing with them is that they nearly always try to balance the fun with the deep, which is how they come off as tactless. They will instantly challenge someone’s view on something, or just want to investigate for themselves how this person thinks, but they’ll still try to keep the easygoing vibe of it all to make sure everyone else feels comfortable. It’s not for the same reason the water signs do it, but they are not looking to create immediate lifelong bonds with people. They don’t see these conversations as intense as others would. They take all these exchanges as eye-opening interactions and they appreciate them, but that’s it. If they make a friend, cool. If they don’t, that’s fine. Nothing is going to inherently ruin their mood just because someone got offended by how they feel, because they don’t want someone else to be tied down in the same way. That’s not the way to live. They can come off as people who never take anything seriously but aren’t they associated with things such as higher learning, philosophy, traveling, and other things that usually take decent planning and dedication? It’s not that Sagittarius isn’t capable of being serious, but if they’re going to be serious, it’s going to be for a good reason. Besides that, let’s have fun.

Capricorn: Pessimistic, Cold, Status Oriented

The CEO of the zodiac. Since this is my sister sign, I need to defend them a little here. When you think of Cancer, your brain immediately goes to emotions, the mother, home, water, etc. Thinking of Capricorn brings you to stoic, the father, work, saturn, etc. One is closed off while the other is open. The issue here is that Capricorn often gets stuck in these boxes of not being able to express emotion, and then it feels like it can never do it — that’s why Cancer is there. Capricorns are capable of being pretty emotive, and they will show their care and love for you in acts of service, physical touch — something to show you that they’re present and they got you. This quality can get into natives with these placements and it can cause inner conflict because it might conflict with the natural need to express their emotion, but Capricorn doesn’t do that so effortlessly. So if the native does that, they’ll dogpile on themselves or feel embarrassed for it later. Everything about Capricorn is about investments and if it’s realistic or practical. Not in a money sense, but if they’re going to get a new computer within a week they’d just put up with whatever annoyances their computer gives them because it wouldn’t make sense to spend money on a computer that’s on the way out anyway. A lot of people treat their view of the world as pessimistic, and sometimes it can be, but most times it’s how they prepare and get their ducks in a row to keep their engine working properly. They’re also not as cold as described by others. If they care about you, they’re going to make sure you’re taken care of. They may not be soft and mushy, or constantly express it in the most romantic way like in the movies, but you most likely won’t doubt a Capricorn cares for you. There might be contention in the beginning if your love languages differ, but the easiest way to solve that with them is to just be open and honest, and they’ll do their best to modify what they can to make sure you know they care for you.

Aquarius: Impersonal, Deviant, Inconsistent

Despite this being my rising sign, I don’t really talk about them a lot. I touched on them slightly here, but not really in depth honestly. People usually take issue with the fact that Aquarius will seem more invested with those that they aren’t close to as opposed to their actual friends or family. Their focus is usually on trying to make sure everyone is equal and that justice is always being served faithfully, in a way. Aquarians will always worry for those that might not have anyone to protect them, so they want to be there just in case. Their loved ones tend to fall to the wayside because the native is unchanging — they know they’ll always come back to them once everything is said and done, so it’s not something that they necessarily worry about. Their air qualities aren’t pushed towards their inner circles as much as it is the outer world, because they are within the group that focuses on the world at large the most. They could do a bit better with expressing themselves more clearly, but they tend to get wrapped up in movements and public concerns a lot. When pushed by others or provoked over ‘not caring for someone’ as much as they claim, they might act up and be a bit petty about it out of hurt. Their rebellious quality is not only saved for corporations or the status quo; if they are pushed consistently by close ones or nagged enough to do something, they will have a small streak of doing the exact opposite out of spite just to get the annoyance out of their system (because they don’t actually feel the same amount of anger for their loved ones that they do ~big pharma~).

Pisces: Hypersensitive, Escapist, Gullible

Last but not least, a phrase you’re sick of hearing, Pisces! Now, they are a sensitive sign, but they are not fragile by any means. Out of the last four, this is the sign that will most likely believe in the best out of the world. However, because of this quality, I’ve noticed that a lot of them are quite cynical and jaded — but they definitely carry an aura that makes them seem wise beyond their years. Not all of them have to be spiritual, but even more than the other water signs, they can get easily upset by the energy around them. They don’t like being in places that make them feel bad for long periods of time because it can legitimately exhaust them. This leads to that quality of them seeming like they avoid others, because you’ll most likely find them holed up in their room: because it’s familiar and comfortable. Growing up, the Piscean native might’ve been fooled a great number of times, causing them to become quite defensive of who they reveal their true selves to (who is someone quite sweet). Once you crack that shell, you will befriend the stereotypical Pisces who will let you in on all of their drifting thoughts and will always try to get you whatever you need out of love. However they do their best to balance themselves out as they’ve learned that the world is not as pristine and pretty as they came in thinking it was.

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