#there are so many ways to tell stories with music!! 💖

[nerdycheol]

Love, On Air || Choi Seungcheol (valentine's special)

♡ Pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

♡ Genre: best friends to lovers, romance, fluff, slice of life

♡ Word Count: 7.8k

note: Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖 This is a special Valentine’s edition based on the poll results(so if you voted—congrats, you manifested this 👀). A massive shoutout to @facethesunflower for proofreading and making sure this didn’t turn into a total disaster. 😆 Hope you enjoy this fluffy, slightly dramatic, finally-they-confess moment.

Remember: if your best friend is acting suspiciously like Cherry… maybe it’s time to connect the dots. 👀💕

The clock hits 9 PM. You take a deep breath, adjusting the headphones on your ears as the familiar hum of the radio booth wraps around you. The room is small, dimly lit by the soft glow of the equipment and the neon sign flashing LIVE on the wall. 

"Alright, we’re live in 3... 2... 1..."

Your hand hovers over the soundboard as you smile into the mic. 

"Good evening, lovely listeners, and welcome back to The Heartbeat Hour, your go-to late-night show where we talk all things love, relationships, and everything in between," you say, your voice smooth and warm, like a cozy blanket on a cold night. "I’m your host, __ , and tonight is extra special because we’re in the heart of Valentine’s week. So, buckle up, folks—this week’s all about confessions, crushes, and, of course, giving you some advice to help you sort through your feelings."

You press the button for the first song request, the soft strains of a romantic ballad filling the room. As the music plays in the background, your eyes scan the requests that have been flooding in. The chat box is constantly ticking with messages—listeners asking for advice, sharing their love stories, or seeking songs that speak to their hearts. You feel that rush, the adrenaline of knowing you’re connected to so many people in real time.

"Now, I’ve got a message here from a listener who needs a little help," you say, pulling up the request. "This one’s from 'Cherry,' who writes in: ‘I’ve been crushing on someone for a while, but I’m not sure how to confess. Any advice?’"

You let out a small breath, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as you think. This one’s a classic. You've seen it all before, but every confession still feels fresh. You smile softly into the mic.

"Ah, 'Cherry,' I get it. Confessing your feelings can be scary, but it’s also one of the most real things you can do. Here’s my advice: Keep it simple. No need for grand gestures, no elaborate speeches. Sometimes, the best way to let someone know how you feel is through a small, sincere gesture. Maybe write a note or give them a little gift that shows you’ve been thinking about them. And when you tell them how you feel, just be honest—there’s no such thing as a perfect confession. Just be you."

You pause, feeling the warmth of the words settle into your heart. The music swells in the background, adding to the ambiance of the moment.

"Remember, 'Cherry,' it’s not about getting it perfect—it’s about being brave enough to say it. And hey, the worst that can happen is they don’t feel the same way. But you know what? You’ve still won because you were true to yourself. So take a deep breath and go for it. You got this.”

You let the silence linger for a moment, Cherry’s words still hanging in the air. Then, with a small smile, you reached for the controls.

"Alright, Cherry, and everyone out there holding onto feelings they haven’t found the words for—this one’s for you. Maybe it’ll give you the courage to say what’s in your heart, or at the very least, remind you that you’re not alone."

With a soft click, the studio filled with the delicate, wistful melody of "From the start" by Laufey—a song that is the ultimate friends to lovers song for all delusional daydreams.

Leaning back in your chair, you glanced out at the city lights reflecting against the glass. Somewhere, maybe Cherry was listening, hesitating over a letter they weren’t sure they’d ever send. Or maybe, just maybe, they had already begun writing.

After an hour of song requests, confessions, and quiet laughter shared through the airwaves, the LIVE sign dims. You take off your headphones, stretching your neck as the studio falls into silence. Another night, another show wrapped up.

Gathering your notes, you stack them neatly before grabbing your now-lukewarm latte from the desk. The faint chatter of coworkers drifts through the halls—other RJs wrapping up, producers discussing schedules.

"Great show tonight, ___," someone calls out in passing.

"Thanks! See you tomorrow!" you reply with a small smile, pulling on your coat.

Near the exit, your producer glances up. "Don’t forget—tomorrow’s segment is longer for the Valentine’s special. Get some rest!"

"Got it. Night, everyone!"

Pushing open the station doors, you step into the cool night air. The city hums in the distance, but here, it’s quiet—still. You take a slow sip of your latte, savoring the warmth against the crisp breeze.

And then, just a few steps away, you see him.

Leaning against his car, hands tucked into his coat pockets, Seungcheol watches you. The street lamp casts a soft glow over him, catching the faint curve of his lips.

You stop in front of Seungcheol, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

He tilts his head, acting like it’s the most casual thing in the world. "I was just passing through."

You narrow your eyes. "Passing through? Your workplace is nowhere near here."

"Okay, fine," he chuckles, pushing himself off the car. "I thought I’d pick you up. It’s been a while since we had dinner together."

"Ah, I see. You missed me." You smirk, taking another sip of your latte.

"Don’t flatter yourself, " he scoffs, but the amusement in his eyes gives him away.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head before walking around the car. "Alright, alright. Let’s go before you start crying about how I never have time for you."

He pulls open the passenger door for you with a teasing bow. "Your chariot awaits, my lady."

Rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you slip inside, and he shuts the door before making his way to the driver’s seat.

As he starts the engine, Seungcheol glances at you. "Nice show today."

You blink. "Oh? What’s up, Choiseung? You’re complimenting me?" You raise an eyebrow, grinning.

He scoffs, shaking his head. "Forget it. Should’ve just let you believe no one listens to your rambling at night."

"Too late. I’m taking this to heart forever," you joke, leaning back in your seat.

A few minutes into the drive, Seungcheol reaches into his coat pocket and hands you a neatly folded envelope.

"Here."

You glance at it, then at him. "What’s this?"

"Just open it."

Curious, you unfold the letter inside. His familiar handwriting stretches across the page, carefully written, filled with warmth. It’s a simple note—thanking you for being in his life, for always listening, for just being you.

Your heart softens as you read.

"Ohh, Cheol... this is so sweet. Thank you so much, friend." You smile, touched by the gesture.

The moment the word leaves your lips, he freezes—just for a second.

Then, with a short nod, he looks away, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

"Yeah… friend." His voice is light, but something about it feels off.

You don’t notice. Or maybe, you just don’t understand.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"Nothing," he clears his throat, turning into a street. "We should hurry before the restaurant gets packed."

You let it go, tucking the letter safely into your bag as the city lights blur past.

Dinner is simple—warm bowls of stew and easy conversation. You catch up on each other’s lives, laugh over childhood memories, and argue over who should pay the bill (which Seungcheol wins, as always). It’s comfortable, familiar—just like it’s always been.

But every now and then, Seungcheol watches you with something unreadable in his gaze. Something just beneath the surface.

Later, he pulls up in front of your place.

"Thanks for dinner, Choiseung." You grin, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"Yeah, yeah. You can pay next time."

"I’ll believe that when it happens." You laugh, stepping out of the car. "Goodnight!"

He waits until you disappear inside, only driving off once your lights flicker on.

And then he waits.

Seated in his car, he watches as your silhouette moves around the room. It’s only when your lights finally turn off that he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck before driving away into the quiet night.

The next day passes in a blur of work, coffee, and the usual routine. You go through meetings, reply to emails, and try not to fall asleep at your desk. It’s just another regular day—until night falls, and you’re back in the studio, headphones on, mic live, slipping into the comfort of your show.

"And that was 'Moonlight' to set the mood for tonight," you say, adjusting the volume on the console. "Now, let’s see what’s on your mind, listeners. Late-night confessions, random thoughts, love letters—I'm here for it all."

A familiar name pops up in the chat, and you smile.

"Ah, a message from ‘Cherry’ again," you muse, skimming through it.

"So, Cherry says: ‘I wrote them my feelings, but I feel like they didn't get the hint. Any advice?’”

You lean back, thoughtful.

"Confessions are tricky, aren’t they? But if words feel too heavy, why not try something else?"

You pause, then smile.

"Here’s an idea—make a playlist. Fill it with songs that subtly express your feelings, and share it with them. You can name it something meaningful, like ‘For You’ or ‘Songs That Remind Me of You.’ Maybe they’ll get the hint, maybe they won’t, but either way… music has a way of saying what we can’t."

A soft melody plays as you set up the next song, your voice lowering.

"Speaking of confessions… Cherry, this one’s for you."

___

After the show, you gather your things, stretching as the familiar hum of the studio fades into the quiet of the night. Stepping outside, the cool air brushes against your skin—and there he is, leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting.

"You again?" You arch a brow, teasing.

Seungcheol smirks. "What can I say? Madam needs her personal chauffeur." He pushes off the car, opening the door for you with a playful grin.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you slide in. "More like my chauffeur needs his daily dose of validation."

He chuckles, shutting the door before rounding the car. "Can you blame me? Gotta make sure my most important passenger gets home safe."

You shake your head, biting back a smile as he starts the engine. The familiar warmth of routine settles between you, comfortable and unspoken.

As you drive, soft music fills the space—a melody unfamiliar yet strangely intimate. You pause, listening. It’s not his usual sound. Gone are the heavy beats and sharp rhythms he prefers. Instead, the speakers hum with gentle tunes, lyrics drenched in longing.

You glance at him, amusement flickering in your gaze. "Since when did your taste in music change this much?"

His fingers flex over the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road. "Dunno. Just felt like switching things up."

You hum along absentmindedly, letting the melody wrap around you, comforting in ways you don’t fully understand.

Seungcheol exhales quietly, gripping the wheel a little tighter, sneaking a glance your way. Because this playlist isn’t just a mix of songs—it’s a confession. One he can only hope you’ll hear.

As Seungcheol pulls up in front of your place, he shifts the car into park but doesn’t make a move to unlock the doors just yet. Instead, he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, stealing a glance your way.

"__, since tomorrow’s the weekend... you wanna hang out?" His voice is casual, but there’s something just a little hesitant in the way he says it.

You turn to him, brows raised. "Sure. Where?"

Seungcheol clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away. "Nothing much… just the amusement park. Maybe a café after, y’know."

You blink before breaking into a small smile. "Huh, it’s been a while since we’ve gone there."

He nods, still avoiding your eyes. "Yeah. Thought it might be fun."

You tilt your head, watching him for a second before nudging his arm. "Well, if you’re paying, I’m definitely in."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes but grinning nonetheless. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go overboard with the snacks."

You laugh, reaching for the door handle. "No promises. See you tomorrow, Choiseung."

As you step out, he waits, watching until your lights flicker on inside. Only then does he drive off, the soft hum of the playlist still playing in the background.

The next day, the weekend air carries a hint of excitement as you step outside, spotting Seungcheol waiting by his car. Dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, he looks effortlessly relaxed—except for the way he keeps checking his phone, as if trying to act nonchalant.

"Wow, you’re actually on time today," you tease, walking up to him.

He scoffs, sliding his phone into his pocket. "Please, I was born punctual."

You snort. "Sure, if 'punctual' means making me wait at least ten minutes every time."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes but opens the car door for you anyway, his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Just get in, before I make you walk to the amusement park."

You laugh, sliding in as he rounds the car. Soon, you're both on the road, the soft hum of music playing in the background.

"So, what’s the plan, tour guide?" you ask, glancing at him.

He shrugs, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Nothing fancy. Just rides, food, and you trying not to chicken out on the roller coasters."

You gasp dramatically. "Excuse you, I do not chicken out—"

"You literally backed out last time," he deadpans, making you groan in protest.

The banter continues, filling the car with laughter as the amusement park comes into view, the vibrant lights and distant screams of thrill-seekers setting the perfect scene for the day ahead.

As Seungcheol parks the car, you glance at the towering rides ahead, the excited chatter of parkgoers filling the air.

"Alright, where to first?" he asks, stretching as he steps out of the car.

You scan the park, lips pursed in thought before pointing towards the roller coasters with a challenging grin. "Since you’re so confident, let’s start with that."

His eyes widen for a split second before he huffs. "I wasn’t the one who backed out last time, remember?"

You laugh, linking your arm with his and pulling him along. "Exactly. Time to redeem myself."

The line moves faster than expected, and soon, you're seated, the bar locking in place. You grip the handles tightly, sneaking a glance at Seungcheol. He looks relaxed, but the way he exhales deeply before the ride starts doesn’t go unnoticed.

The moment the coaster shoots forward, your screams mix with laughter, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you grip the bar for dear life. When it finally slows, you glance at Seungcheol, only to see him looking at you instead of the ride’s descent.

"What?" you ask, breathless.

He shakes his head, a small, fond smile on his lips. "Nothing. Just glad you didn’t chicken out this time."

You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully as you both step off the ride, your legs slightly wobbly from the rush.

The day continues with more rides, playful bets on who can win the most arcade games (he cheats, you swear), and an unnecessary but hilarious attempt at a claw machine.

"Face it, I'm just naturally gifted," he boasts, tossing you a small stuffed bear.

"Naturally full of it, maybe," you grumble, but take the bear anyway, hugging it to your chest.

Finally, as the night settles, you both find yourselves on the Ferris wheel, the gentle hum of the ride filling the comfortable silence. The city sprawls below, glowing under the streetlights, and in the distance, fireworks begin to bloom in the sky.

"Didn’t think today would be this fun," you admit, leaning back against the seat, the cool glass behind you a contrast to the warmth in your chest.

Seungcheol glances at you, something unreadable in his expression. He exhales softly, his fingers tapping against his knee.

"Yeah... I, uh—" He hesitates, licking his lips, his voice quieter now. "There's actually something I—"

But before he can finish, a particularly loud firework crackles in the sky, painting the cabin in flickering colors. You turn quickly, eyes lighting up as you take in the view.

"Oh, look at that one! It’s so pretty" you say, completely missing the way Seungcheol sighs, his half-spoken words swallowed by the moment.

He leans back, running a hand through his hair, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah," he murmurs, gaze lingering on you instead of the fireworks. "It is pretty."

Eventually, you both find yourselves at a cozy café just outside the park, the scent of coffee and pastries filling the air.

After placing your order, Seungcheol suddenly pushes back his chair. “Be right back,” he says, flashing a quick smile before heading toward the counter.

You don’t think much of it, scrolling through your phone until the waiter returns with your drinks. As they set your cup down, you notice the delicate heart design floating atop the foam.

You tilt your head, stirring it slightly with your spoon. “Oh? Is this some kind of Valentine’s special?” you ask, amused. “Did you get one too?”

Seungcheol, who’s just returned to his seat, glances at his own plain coffee and shrugs. “Yeah… no.”

You raise a brow. “Huh. Guess they just like me more.”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink, but you don’t notice the way he hides his small, satisfied smile. Because the truth is, he had asked for that heart—just for you.

//

The next evening, the soft glow of the studio lights casts a warm hue as you settle into your seat, adjusting your headphones. Outside, the city hums with life, but a sudden downpour has turned the streets into shimmering reflections of neon signs.

"Looks like we’re in for an unexpected downpour tonight," you say, adjusting your headphones with a small chuckle. "So if you're heading home, grab an umbrella—or better yet, find someone who’ll share theirs with you—if not, maybe this is your chance for a classic movie moment. You know, the whole ‘one umbrella, two people’ thing."

With a quick tap, you queue up a slow, dreamy melody.

"Wherever you are tonight—rushing through the rain or just watching it fall—I hope this keeps you warm. Stay safe out there." As the song plays, you sit back, stretching your arms with a sigh. 

As the show wraps up, you take off your headphones, letting out a small sigh as the last song fades into silence. The studio, once filled with the hum of voices and music, now feels still. Gathering your things, you push open the door, stepping into the quiet hallway.

Outside, the rain still falls in soft sheets, blurring the glow of streetlights. You pause near the entrance, rummaging through your bag. No umbrella. Right. You meant to bring one this morning, but in the rush, it completely slipped your mind.

 You pause at the entrance, contemplating making a run for it, when a familiar voice calls out.

"Figured you’d forget yours."

You blink as Seungcheol steps forward, holding out an umbrella, his usual smirk in place. His hair is slightly damp, his coat dusted with droplets, like he had hurried here without much thought.

A small flutter, barely noticeable, stirs in your chest. You shake it off with a teasing smile. "What, no chauffeur duty today?"

He chuckles, tucking a hand into his pocket. "Uhh, not tonight. I have to stay late for that project."

You tilt your head, a little surprised. "So you came all the way here just to give me this?" You motion toward the umbrella in your hand.

"Yeah," he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, sighs, then looks back at you. "I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"

You nod, watching as he jogs toward his car, the red taillights fading into the rain.

For a moment, you just stand there, gripping the umbrella a little tighter. You don’t know why, but the weight of it in your hands feels different.

Then, shaking off the thought, you open it and step into the rain, heading home.

//

As morning arrives, the first thing that comes to mind is Seungcheol. You blink at your phone, thumb hovering over his contact.

Texting him isn’t anything new—you’ve done it countless times before. But for some reason, tonight, it feels… different. Maybe it’s your coworker’s words still echoing in your head, or maybe it’s the way he’s been occupying your thoughts more than usual.

Before you can overthink it, you start typing.

You: Did you get home okay?

A second passes. Then another. You bite your lip, debating whether to add something else.

You: And did you even sleep well? Don’t tell me you stayed up all night working.

You press send before hesitation can creep in. Almost instantly, the dots appear.

Seungcheol: Wow, checking up on me? I must be special.

You roll your eyes, already imagining the smug grin on his face.

You: Forget I asked.

Seungcheol: Wait, wait— I did sleep. Kinda. Had a long day, but I’m home now.

You: Good. Don’t overwork yourself.

Your fingers hover over the screen for a beat before you add one last message.

This time, he takes a little longer to respond.

Seungcheol: You too.

You lock your phone, exhaling softly as you sink into your pillow.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe you’re just overthinking. But the warmth unfurling in your chest suggests otherwise.

At work, the usual hum of chatter fills the office. You’re halfway through your emails when a coworker slides into the seat beside you, a teasing grin already in place.

"I saw you yesterday," they start, leaning in slightly. "With a guy. Was he your boyfriend?"

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard.

"What? No!" The denial is immediate, instinctive. Too quick. You clear your throat, forcing a casual shrug. "Just a friend."

Your coworker chuckles, clearly amused. "Mmm, sure. You should’ve seen your face just now."

You scoff, shaking your head. "Oh, please. It’s not like that."

They raise an eyebrow, smirking as they lean against your desk. "Right. Just a friend, huh?"

You roll your eyes, waving them off, but as they walk away, their words linger.

Just a friend. 

You’ve said it a hundred times before. So why does it feel different now?

The soft glow of the studio lights wraps around you like a familiar embrace as you settle in for another night on air. The playlist hums in the background, filling the quiet spaces between your thoughts as you scroll through messages from listeners.

One catches your eye.

“I think I’ve fallen for my best friend. It wasn’t sudden—more like a slow, creeping realization. One day, I caught myself smiling at my phone just because they texted me. I don’t know if they feel the same, and I’m scared to lose what we have. What do I do?"

You hesitate for a moment, the words settling heavier than they should. There’s a flicker of something familiar in them, something that makes you sit up a little straighter.

You take a breath and lean toward the mic. “That’s… complicated,” you begin, your voice even, steady. “Falling for a best friend is tricky. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. One day, they’re just… them. The same person they’ve always been. And then suddenly, everything feels different.”

Your breath catches slightly. A part of you wants to laugh at the timing, but instead, you clear your throat and lean into the mic.

You exhale softly, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of your notes. "I think the scariest part isn’t even confessing—it’s the thought of what happens after. What if they don’t feel the same? What if things change? But… at the same time, isn’t it worth knowing? Isn’t it better than wondering ‘what if’ forever?"

The words come naturally, maybe a little too naturally, and you catch yourself mid-sentence, blinking at the realization. Your fingers tighten slightly around the papers in front of you.

You shake it off with a light laugh. "Anyway, I’m not a love expert. But if you’re listening… maybe ask yourself this—would you rather take the risk or live with the regret?"

As the segment transitions, you queue up the next song, the soft melody of Can't Help Falling in Love by Kina Grannis filling the airwaves. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.

//

The idea of a team dinner had been floating around the office for weeks, but it wasn’t until today that your producer finally put his foot down.

“We’re going,” he declared, arms crossed as he leaned against your desk. “No more excuses, no more ‘let’s do it next week.’ Tonight, we eat.”

Your coworker snickered, spinning lazily in their chair. “You just don’t want to go home and cook.”

“Exactly,” he admitted shamelessly. “Besides, it’s been a while since we all hung out outside of work. You in?”

You hesitated for a beat, glancing at your screen before sighing. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do. “Yeah, I’m in.”

And that was that. A few hours later, you found yourself walking toward the restaurant with the rest of your team, the air buzzing with conversation. Your producer was still arguing about food, insisting that this place was “decent at best” while another team member defended it with an almost personal level of passion.

You laughed at their banter, falling into step behind them—until something made you slow down.

A familiar figure stood just outside the restaurant, hands tucked into his coat pockets. Even before he turned, you knew who it was.

Seungcheol.

Your brows lifted slightly in amusement. “Are you a stalker?” you teased as you approached. “You’re literally everywhere I go.”

He turned toward you, chuckling under his breath. “No, I’m here with someone. My cli—”

“Shall we go?”

The voice belonged to a woman who stepped up beside him, her posture poised, her tone polite. She looked… elegant. The kind of effortless elegance that didn’t even need to try.

Your gaze flickered between them, something unreadable tightening in your chest before you smoothed your expression. “Who…”

The woman met your eyes and smiled. “Oh, I’m Lee Hana. I’m working with Seungcheol on a project.”

You nodded, lips curving into something light, something easy, even as something else tugged inside you. “Right. Nice to meet you.”

Seungcheol’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh,” you blinked, shifting slightly. “Our team is having dinner.” You motioned toward the restaurant behind you. “You know, bonding and all that.”

He nodded, but before he could say anything else, Hana touched his arm lightly. “Shall we?”

There was a pause—brief, barely there—before he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah.” Then he glanced at you again. “Bye, then. Have fun.”

And then he was gone, walking away with her at his side.

You watched them leave, something unspoken pressing against your ribs. It’s not jealousy, you told yourself. Not really. But the feeling stayed anyway.

A voice broke through your thoughts. “Oh, isn’t he the umbrella guy?”

You turned to see your coworker standing beside you, glancing after Seungcheol with mild curiosity before their gaze shifted back to you. “Did he come here with a woman?”

You said nothing, but that seemed to be enough of an answer.

They hummed knowingly. “You really must be just friends.” And with that, they walked inside.

You stayed there a second longer, staring at the spot where Seungcheol had just been, before shaking yourself out of it and following them in.

The night air is crisp as you walk back home, the sounds of the city buzzing softly in the background. Your team dinner had ended a while ago, but instead of feeling full and satisfied, there’s a strange heaviness in your chest—a weight you don’t quite understand.  

As you turn the corner to your apartment complex, you slow down, your steps faltering.  

There, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, is Seungcheol.  

Your brows knit together. “What are you doing here?”  

At your voice, he straightens, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You didn’t look well back at the restaurant,” he says, his tone light but laced with something else—concern, maybe. “So, I thought I’d check on you.”  

You blink at him. “You drove all the way here for that?”  

He shrugs. “It’s not far.”  

Liar. His office is nowhere near your place.  

There’s a brief pause. The usual banter is on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason, the words don’t come out as easily tonight. Maybe it’s because he actually showed up. Maybe it’s because you don’t know what to do with the way your heart stutters at the sight of him standing there, waiting for you.  

You shift your weight. “Do you… want to come in for coffee?”  

At that, he chuckles, shaking his head. “Coffee? At this time?” He tilts his head at you, amused. “You must really hate me if you don’t want me to sleep tonight.”  

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Then I’ll give you plain water. Just come in.”  

His lips twitch into a smirk before he pushes himself off the car. “If you insist.”  

And just like that, he follows you inside.  

The door clicks shut behind you as you step inside, flipping on the lights. The familiar warmth of your home settles around you, but with Seungcheol standing in your living room, it suddenly feels… different.

“You can sit,” you say, gesturing vaguely to the couch as you move toward the kitchen.

He hums in response, wandering over but not immediately sitting down. Instead, he looks around, eyes flickering to the small details of your space—the stack of books on the coffee table, the blanket draped lazily over the couch, the half-full cup on the counter from this morning.

“By the way,” you start, keeping your voice casual as you pour warm milk, “who was that woman earlier?”

Seungcheol hums in acknowledgment, but when he answers, it’s after a slight pause. “Just a client. I’m handling a project for her company.”

“Ah.” You nod, stirring the coffee a little too forcefully. “Looked like you guys were close.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Are you interrogating me right now?”

You scoff, bringing the mugs over to the table and handing him one. “No. Just making conversation.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, curling your legs under you. He’s been here so many times before, and yet tonight, the usual comfort feels a little different—like you’re hyper-aware of the way he leans back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, the way he watches you over the rim of his mug.

“You seemed off earlier,” he says after a beat. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you lie, but even you don’t sound convinced.

Seungcheol doesn’t press, just tilts his head slightly, studying you like he’s figuring out a puzzle. “If you say so.”

After a while, he stretches, glancing at the time. “I should go.”

You nod, following him to the door. He lingers for a second, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Text me when you wake up, yeah?”

You frown. “Why?”

He shrugs. “Just ‘cause.”

You roll your eyes, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes your chest tighten. “Fine.”

He smirks. “Good.”

And then, with a small wave, he’s gone.

You stand there for a second, staring at the closed door, fingers curling tightly around your cup.

The theater is dim, the soft glow from the screen casting flickering lights across Seungcheol’s face. The film has barely begun, but the hum of quiet conversations and the rustling of popcorn bags fill the space around you.

You’re not sure who suggested this movie. Maybe he did. Maybe you did. Maybe it was just one of those things—where he casually texted, "Movie?" and you didn’t even think before replying, "Sure."

The movie plays, but your focus wavers. You’re aware of him. Of the way his shoulder is just barely brushing yours. The way his fingers drum lazily against his knee. The way he shifts slightly every now and then, getting comfortable.

And then, his hand moves to the popcorn bag between you.

Your fingers accidentally graze his. Just for a second.

You don’t think much of it—until it happens again.

The second time, neither of you pull away immediately. It’s not intentional, not deliberate. Just… a pause. A moment that lingers for a beat too long before he finally retracts his hand.

Your pulse stutters, but you keep your expression neutral.

A few more scenes pass. You’re getting lost in the film when suddenly—

A jump scare.

It’s sudden enough that your breath catches, and before you can stop yourself, your hand darts out, grasping the closest thing—his arm.

Seungcheol doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t say a word. Just glances down at your fingers curled around his sleeve.

You realize what you’ve done a second too late. Heat creeps up your neck as you start to pull away.

But then—

His arm shifts just slightly, just enough that your hand slides from his sleeve to his wrist, fingertips brushing against his skin.

You don’t move. Neither does he.

The moment stretches, unspoken, unacknowledged. Not quite intentional. But not exactly not intentional, either.

And suddenly, the movie is the least interesting thing in the room.

The movie ends, and the crowd slowly shuffles toward the exits. You stretch your arms as you step out of the dimly lit theater, the cool night air greeting you.

"That wasn’t as scary as I thought," you say, glancing at Seungcheol.

He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Sure. That explains why you nearly ripped my sleeve off."

You roll your eyes, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "That was one time."

He smirks. "Uh-huh. And what about the other time? And the time after that?"

You narrow your eyes at him, but there’s no real bite behind it. He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Okay, whatever. Where are we eating?" You change the subject swiftly, and Seungcheol hums, pretending to think.

"Ramen?" he suggests.

Your stomach growls at the mention of food, and you nod. "Sounds good."

It’s a short walk to the small ramen shop tucked away on a quieter street. The place is cozy, warm, and familiar—one of those late-night spots you’ve both ended up in more times than you can count. The moment you step inside, the comforting aroma of broth and spices fills the air.

Seungcheol orders for both of you, as he always does, rattling off your usual without even asking. The cashier doesn’t even blink, already used to it by now.

You shake your head with a small smile. "One day, I’m going to switch things up just to mess with you."

He leans against the counter, grinning. "No, you won’t."

He’s right, and you hate that he knows it.

The two of you settle into a booth, the conversation flowing easily between bites of food. Seungcheol steals a piece of your fish cake without asking. You retaliate by swiping a sip of his drink. It's effortless, familiar.

By the time you step back outside, the streets are quieter. The late hour drapes the city in a peaceful hush, the occasional headlights casting long shadows on the pavement.

Neither of you say much as you walk, but it isn’t an awkward silence. Just the kind that lingers when words aren’t needed.

At some point, Seungcheol slows his pace, falling into step beside you instead of slightly ahead.

The street lights flicker above, the air crisp but not too cold. You rub your hands together out of habit.

A beat passes before Seungcheol exhales through his nose and, without a word, reaches out.

His hand brushes yours, just barely.

You think it might be an accident until he does it again.

This time, he doesn’t move away.

And neither do you.

The apartment is quiet when you step inside, the familiar space wrapping around you like a well-worn blanket. You toe off your shoes, set your bag down, and exhale, as if the night still clings to your skin. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound filling the air, but your mind is anything but quiet.

You wander into the kitchen on autopilot, reaching for a glass, but your fingers hesitate over the cabinet handle. The thought slips in, uninvited.

What if he already knows?

The question lingers, settling into the corners of your mind like an echo. You shake your head as if that alone could shove it away, but it doesn’t work.

Maybe it’s the way he laughed tonight—soft, genuine, like the sound itself belonged to you. Or the way he leaned in closer, just enough that his warmth almost touched you. Maybe it’s nothing at all, just the way he exists around you—familiar, steady, yet suddenly… different.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to chase the feeling away, but it’s stubborn. Because now that you’ve noticed it, you can’t unsee it. Every teasing remark, every lingering glance, every small, meaningless moment—it’s all been leading to this.

And the worst part?

You don’t even know when it started.

You sink onto the couch, pressing the cool glass against your palm, grounding yourself. You try to convince yourself it’s nothing. You’ve always been close. He’s always been there.

But tonight, when his hand brushed yours and he didn’t pull away… when he said goodnight like he meant something else��

Your heart had stuttered.

You bite your lip, staring at the ceiling, willing your heartbeat to settle.

...What if he already knows?

//

The studio is quiet except for the soft hum of the equipment. The city lights flicker through the window, casting faint shadows against the booth. You scroll through the messages, eyes landing on a familiar name.

Cherry.

“I tried everything you said—gave them a letter, took them out, spent so much time together. And honestly? I swear they like me too. But… nothing. What do I do?"

You let out a breath, tapping your fingers lightly against the desk.

"Okay, first of all—don’t give up. I know it’s frustrating when someone doesn’t read between the lines, but sometimes, people need things to be said plainly. No metaphors, no subtlety. Just… real words."

You lean back slightly, eyes flickering toward the dim window of the booth, where the city blurs in the distance.

"Because here’s the thing—what if they do feel the same way? What if they’re just as scared as you are? Wouldn’t you rather know than spend your days wondering?"

The words come easily, almost too easily, and for a split second, you wonder if you’re really just talking to Cherry anymore.

You exhale and push forward.

"So here’s my advice, Cherry. Tell them. No hints, no half-confessions. Just look them in the eyes and say, ‘I like you.’ And if they don’t feel the same? At least you’ll know. At least you won’t have to live with ‘what if.’"

Your hand hovers over the controls for a moment longer than necessary before finally pressing the next song cue.

The melody flows through the studio, soft and steady. And yet, your heart is thudding slightly faster than it should.

The night air is cool against your skin as you step out of the building, the faint hum of the city filling the quiet. Work is done for the day, your coworkers already heading their separate ways after a few lingering goodbyes.

You stretch your arms slightly, exhaling as you adjust the strap of your bag—only to freeze mid-motion.

He’s there.

Standing just outside the entrance, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket—except for one, which lingers behind his back, hiding something.

Your heart stirs, something instinctive. “Seungcheol?”

His lips twitch in a small, almost nervous smile. “Hey.”

“You’re waiting for me?” You shift your bag on your shoulder, stepping toward him.

“Yeah.” A soft exhale. “I had to.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Why?”

Seungcheol hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Then, with a slow exhale, he pulls his hand from behind his back—revealing a bouquet of flowers, delicate and vibrant under the streetlights.

Your breath catches.

Your fingers brush against his as you take it, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

“Seungcheol…” Your voice is softer now, unsure. The gesture feels too deliberate, too thoughtful. It makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

He watches you for a second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve said this sooner. A long time ago, actually.” His voice drops slightly. “I think—no, I know—I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Your breath catches.

He holds it out to you, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. “I know it’s kind of cheesy, but... I saw this and thought of you.”

Your fingers brush against his as you take it, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

“Seungcheol…” Your voice is softer now, unsure. The gesture feels too deliberate, too thoughtful. It makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

He watches you for a second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve said this sooner. A long time ago, actually.” His voice drops slightly. “I think—no, I know—I’ve liked you for a while now.”

The world feels like it slows down.

His eyes flicker with something—uncertainty, vulnerability, an honesty so raw it makes your chest tighten.

“I tried not to,” he continues, voice steadier now. “I thought maybe it would pass, that maybe we were just friends and I was misreading things. But then you started showing up in my thoughts at the most random times. I’d hear a song and think of you. I’d pass a café and wonder if you’d like their coffee. And no matter how much I tried to ignore it… it was always you.”

Your fingers tighten around the flower.

“So I’m done pretending.” His voice is quiet but firm. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

You swallow, fingers tightening around the flower as your heart stumbles over itself. The weight of his words settles over you—not heavy, not suffocating, but something warm, something undeniable.

For a long moment, you don’t speak. You don’t know if you can.

Seungcheol watches you carefully, his usual confidence laced with something softer, something uncertain. You can tell he’s waiting, bracing himself for whatever comes next.

So you inhale slowly, steadying yourself.

“You—” Your voice falters slightly before you clear your throat. “You’ve liked me for a long time?”

He nods, lips curving into a self-deprecating smile. “Yeah.” A beat. “I thought you knew.”

Your breath catches.

Did you?

You think back—to the lingering glances, the easy laughter, the way he’s always been there, steady and constant. The way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. The way your heart has been shifting, your feelings unraveling into something you weren’t ready to name.

“I…” You pause, lips parting, your heart beating so fast it’s dizzying. And then you laugh, a little breathless, shaking your head. “God, I feel so stupid.”

Seungcheol blinks, caught off guard. “Huh?”

You meet his eyes, and this time, there’s no doubt, no hesitation.

“I like you too, you idiot.”

For a second, everything is still.

Then Seungcheol lets out a sharp breath—a laugh, almost disbelieving—and suddenly, that teasing smile you know so well is back, but there’s something else in his expression now. Something real. Something unshakable.

“Yeah?” His voice is quieter, laced with something warm.

You nod, lips pressing together. “Yeah.”

And then, he pulls you in—his hand resting at the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair.

His lips press against yours, gentle at first, then firmer, like he’s been holding this in for too long. His other hand stays over yours, the bouquet still between you, petals brushing against your skin.

The city buzzes in the background, but all you can hear is the quiet rush of your own heartbeat. And in that moment, with his warmth, his touch, his everything—

It just feels right.

You pull away just enough to look at him, breathless, your forehead still resting against his. His hands remain on your waist, warm and grounding, as if neither of you wants to let go just yet.

And honestly? You don’t think you ever want to.

A soft laugh escapes you, light and airy. “You know… a listener of mine also loves their best friend,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly. “They tried everything—subtle hints, letters, taking them out—but their best friend was too dense to get it.”

Seungcheol chuckles, his thumb brushing over your wrist. “Sounds familiar.”

“Right?” You sigh dramatically. “So, I told them to just confess. No hints, no half-confessions, just… real words.”

He hums, nodding thoughtfully. “Good advice.”

“Yeah,” you grin, looking up at him. “I wonder how it went for them.”

Seungcheol pauses for a second, then leans in just a little, his voice playful yet quiet. “I’d say pretty well.”

You blink. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up, and suddenly, the way he’s looking at you feels a little too knowing.

And then, before you can process it, he says it—just two words, but they hit you like a ton of bricks.

“I know.”

You stare. “What?”

He grins, tapping a finger against your forehead lightly. “Your listener. Cherry.”

Your brows furrow. The pieces are there, but your brain refuses to connect them. “What about them?”

He hesitates, as if savoring the moment, before finally confessing, “It’s me.”

Silence.

You tilt your head, processing his words. “...You’re Cherry?”

Seungcheol nods, clearly holding back a laugh at your expression.

For a second, you just stand there, staring at him.

Then, with a dramatic gasp, you lightly smack him with the bouquet in your hands.

“Ow—hey!” He feigns pain, stumbling back slightly, but the wide grin on his face betrays him.

“You idiot!” You hit him again, though there’s no real force behind it. “You made me give love advice for your own confession?”

He catches your wrist, still laughing. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

You narrow your eyes at him, but before you can retaliate, he tugs you forward, pulling you into another hug.

This time, it feels different.

Familiar, warm, but with something new. Something neither of you have to question anymore.

You sigh against his shoulder, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.”

He grins. “Believe it, Baby.”

[marithempressz]

Pick a Card: What are the good news?

Hey, babes! 🌕✨ After that deep, wholesome Scorpio Full Moon energy, I thought it was time to lighten the mood and bring some good vibes into our lives. 🌸💫 So, feel welcomed—take a deep breath, ground yourself, and choose the image you're most drawn to. 💖 This is a general reading, so take what resonates and leave the rest. Sending love always. xx Deck used: Waite Tarot

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

Six of Swords, Four of Wands, Seven of Wands, Ace of Cups, Ace of Swords, The Moon, The Hermit

Many good things are coming your way. Your path has been long—you’re someone deeply committed to yourself and naturally reserved. You’re ready to make changes, even radical ones. This journey hasn’t been easy; it feels like you’ve been on it for a while. You never gave up, even when you were tired or defeated—you held on to your faith.

The things you focus on are mostly kept private. You understand the importance of choosing carefully who you share your inner world with. Not everyone gets access to you.

What I’m seeing here is that all your effort—all the pain that came with change—will be worth it. It’s not just about reaching the destination; what you’ve learned along the way is even more important. What’s the story you want to tell others when you share a part of who you are? Try writing a monologue to feel how right it is to simply be yourself.

There is love here—yes, romantic love—but more importantly, self-love. And that self-love reflects how much life loves you in return. There is also power. Beyond the truth that love is power, you’ll begin to see just how much knowledge you’ve gained—how much you’ve grown since the beginning. Everything will start to make sense, and you’ll finally reap what you’ve sown.

Pile 2

Queen of Wands, Seven of Cups, Ten of Cups, Page of Swords

I sense a mix of urgency and excitement—maybe even a little anxiety. But it feels like this isn't about waiting and wondering if things will happen... you know they will. That’s where the excitement comes from, and it makes perfect sense.

There’s this vibe—like you have a list of things in your mind, and you’re reading this post all fired up about what’s on the horizon lol. Don’t worry, darling—everything has its timing. Everything you’ve been wishing for is on its way.

But here’s the thing: in your reading, there’s something specific that’s going to bring you deep emotional fulfillment. Real joy. There may be a woman who shares some important information with you—something helpful that could guide you toward what you want. There’s a strong emphasis on this information being shared, because once you receive it, you’ll need to act on it.

I really hope you get whatever it is you're reaching for—whatever it is, it feels meaningful. And honestly... you’ve got this.

Pile 3

The Magician, Queen of Cups, Ten of Wands, Two of Wands

Music is important for this group. Art in general, yes—but music feels especially present here. Hmm... feeling a bit embarrassed, are we? Maybe you have a dream related to music, and what’s blocking you is a sense of shame. Oh, if you only knew how many artists feel that way—you wouldn’t think you’re so special, lol.

This actually reminds me of something. There’s this artist I really like—very down-to-earth—and he always tells people that being a singer is just a job. Nothing more special than that. Just like some people are doctors, others are singers or entertainers. If you feel called to an artistic path, you don’t have to think of yourself as someone extraordinary, bro. Everyone’s just doing their thing. Humble down a little, lol.

That said, you’re always on the right path when your heart feels connected to it. Just let things fall into place. Don’t forget your dreams. Sometimes it might feel like this calling is more of a burden than a gift—but you know better. Pay attention to what’s making it feel heavy. Ask yourself: why does following your heart feel like a burden?

You've got the mindset. You've got the power. You already know what's right for you. This reading is just a confirmation of that. Your good news? You’re right—once again.

Why are you even here??? 

[starkwlkr]

The headcanons about Reese!!💓 Imagine him writing this script for a rendition of old Hollywood movies that also has a musical number for each protagonist, and it’s basically made to be filmed like old movies and it’s basically a love story like those older Doris Day movies and he doesn’t tell his parents (nepo baby but he wants to succeed on his own yk) but he manages to suggest them both as the leading roles (again nepo baby he has contacts in the industry) and then both Hugh and his wife read the script and get the roles and when they are filming the first day on set both of them dressed in old Hollywood fashion (Reese ofc made sure to get to have his mom SHINE like the old movie starts they love watching) and he’s there to see them and they find out he wrote it and just 🥺💖 Pick this up however you’d like 🫶🏻

best director oscar winner reese jackman!!!

okay so i kinda picture reese writing the screenplay by instead of using jackman he uses his middle name or ma!readers maiden name something like that then when his parents find out he wrote the script, he uses jackman idk i like that so it’s canon now <3

okay so Reese has been working on a screenplay for years and doesn’t tell anyone. He recently got a contract with MGM and used his mother’s maiden name instead of his fathers. It wasn’t that he was ashamed, no he was far from it. He was extremely proud of both of his parents, in fact he specifically wrote the lead parts for them.

Reese had always been a lover of old Hollywood. He was in love with the storytelling, the cinematography, the score, but he fell most in love with old musicals. He had watched the sound of music in school and loved it. After school, he asked his mother if he could watch more musicals.

As Reese grew, so did his love for old Hollywood. And over the years, he was secretly writing his own musical. It wasn’t just him alone, sometimes he stayed after school with friends from his film club and together they came up with songs for the musical.

Eventually, Reese finally finished his masterpiece and got a contract.

Hugh and Y/n both received a script in the mail sent by their managers. They weren’t given much information about the film other than the director wanted them to play the leads and it was a musical. Reese was in the kitchen making breakfast when they showed him the script.

“Did Nancy tell you anything else?” Hugh asked Y/n. Nancy was her manager and had been for many years.

The actress shook her head as she looked over the lyrics to a song titled ‘he needs me, he hates me’. Y/n was taken back by the writing. It was more than perfect.

“Did Lin Manuel Miranda write this? Holy shit.” Y/n kept reading and nodded. “If you don’t do this with me, I want a divorce. This is amazing.”

“Sweetheart, I am booking flights now. Filming starts soon.”

“Can I come?” Reese spoke up.

“Sure.” They didn’t question it.

So when filming time came, Reese was in brown pants, a sweater vest that belonged to his grandfather and a white button up. When he made films in school, he liked to dress for whatever type of film he was directing. During his senior year, he made a 90s short film so he wore lots of flannel and his beaten up converse.

“Don’t you look handsome!” Y/n pressed a kiss to her sons cheek. She was in costume and had her hair and makeup done. Now all she had to do was wait to meet the director. She found it a little odd that she had yet to meet him.

“Where’s dad?” He looked around. They were currently in right outside the hair and makeup trailer.

“He’s asking around about the director. They love to keep it secret around here.” Y/n said.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s weird.” Reese awkwardly chuckled.

“Hey! Looking good.” Hugh finally arrived also in costume. “A producer just told me the director is going to meet us in your trailer.”

“Oh! Well let’s go!”

So the jackman family of three walked to Y/n’s trailer. On the way, Reese felt nervous. His hands were a bit sweaty and he mentally recited the words he was going to say.

Hey mom! Hey dad! I’m your director!

While Hugh and Y/n entered her trailer, Reese stayed back. “Uh, I’ll be back. I have to do . . . A thing.”

“Okay . . Just don’t get lost.” Y/n kissed her sons cheek again and closed the door to her trailer.

Right outside, Reese paced around trying to calm down. These were his parents! Why was it so hard to admit he wrote the script and was going to be their director!?

After a minute of freaking out, he took a deep breath and knocked on the trailer door. His mother opened it and frowned. “You don’t have to knock, my love, you can come in.”

“Yeah, but that would be very unprofessional of me . . . as the director.” He nervously waited for their reaction.

“I’m sorry?” Y/n thought she heard wrong. Her Reese was the director?

“Can I come in now?” The young man pointed inside. Y/n nodded and stepped aside. Once he made it inside, he was tackled by both of his parents with hugs and kisses. “Hey! This is not professional at all!” He teased.

“Oh don’t even start!” Y/n let him go and cupped his cheek. Her little boy was growing up and finally doing what he loves. “You did a beautifully good job writing the script.”

“Thanks. I wasn’t sure if I wanted you two or Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling, unfortunately they were busy so you guys will have to do.” He joked.

“You wrote the songs too?” Hugh asked.

“Yeah, with my friends from film club. I promised they could visit the set so please don’t embarrass me.” Reese pleaded.

“That would be very unprofessional of us.” Y/n laughed. It was clear that they were going to have the time of their lives filming.

[pamicakery]

₊✩‧₊˚౨How to manifest Sp ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Okay... I will tell you a success story of mine, when I manifested a crush.. Who was about to become my boyfriend and... That you must be really careful about what you want.

It was when I was 16, and I had this crush on this guy let's call him Wolfie. Firstly we became friend because we were in the same group of friend so during class we used to hang out together. I grew up fond of this guy, he was sarcastic, funny and single.

At night I would draw ourselves being lovers, listening to music and making imaginary Music videos about us. Writing stories about him being my crush in them and everytime I saw a cute couple I told myself '' Hehe it gonna be us''.

Times to times he used to hang out with others girls, and I got jealous many times but I was persisting in the fact that he was my boyfriend.

Everytime we had an interaction, I would repeat Thoses scenes on loop,and draw the scene of it. The idea of us not being together was out of my mind.

Every scene I envisioned came true :

I visualized and drew us talking via text messages ➡️he asked for my number the next day

I drew us talking together during a class assignment ➡️we worked together for that class assignment and I even drew us get married.

Him sitting next to me in class ➡️he did.

We were at a point that we even had lunch together, going back home together. We were always together.

But it was too much for me, I started to complain that we were too much together and guess what? I didn't had time to breathe.

Sometimes I wanted to be alone, he was there. During the field trip, the guy came in my bedroom. (Nothing happened don't worry, but I scripted this). He even asked me out and invited me to drink milkshake... Like my first date... I was like '' noooo I don't '' but I said yes because I was about to have a milkshake for free.

I didn't know about '' manifesting '' back then, I was just imagining us being together. And it reflected, not instantly but it took 1 or 2 weeks. Manifestation is very powerful and if you are not sure about what you want, it can be really scary.

But it's just a case, maybe I was too obsessed with him. Hehe but what you have to do is :

💖 PICK A STATE :

From now on you will identify as someone who's Sp is their boyfriend. Leave the 3d alone, (By the way I didn't know about 3d or 4d at that time.)

💖: EXPRESS THAT STATE WITHIN :

Draw, visualise, listen to music, write stories. You must train your brain and Show it that SP is your boyfriend with Internal proof and validation. (Look inside of your 4d's 3d because your 4d's 3d is reflecting a state of you already having and being this person) And at every positive interaction with SP, repeat it on loop in your mind.

💖 : IGNORE THE 3D :

My Sp used to hang out and smile with girls, and I was jealous about it. But in my head he was my boyfriend.

💖:IT'S POSSIBLE :

It's possible to attract Sp, don't put logic into it because love doesn't walk with logic. Keep that image of you being together, your brain and yourself will be used to it.

I know that sometimes tell ourselves that it's only imaginary. But really, don't put chains to yourself in your mind. You didn't had to take actions in your mind, you are already there, you are already with them.

Once again, don't seek validation in the 3d of lack. Seek validation within yourself. The year before that SP, I had a rejection from another SP, same the year prior. So... Actually I didn't even changed my self concept, I just imagined myself with that guy like any girl would do.

[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 2

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

The privilege of being a WWE superstar is you can get in almost anywhere and tonight was no different. LIV a well know nightclub in Miami is one of the toughest places to get into due to the high calliper of clientele - and somehow we made the cut.

The music was pumping, the air thick with stress and tension being danced away. We found our way to the back of the club to sit in one of the enclosed booths, accompanied by a server bringing over a bottle of their finest champagne.

Josh quickly fills the glasses up and starts us off:

“A toast, to these two badass ladies, congrats on your title win. It’s only up from here.”

“Josh, we haven’t actually won the titles yet, in-fact it doesn’t even feel right celebrating before we even have them, isn’t it like bad luck?”

“Yn, girl, let’s just enjoy the moment, we can worry about actually getting the titles tomorrow - tonight is about celebrating. Celebrating success, our future title reign, our new found friendship and everything in between.”

I hadn’t known Trinity long but her positivity and light is captivating. People gravitate towards her because of how she makes them feel. She loves and gives with her whole being.

“Okay enough of the chitchat, let’s dance”

Before I know it I’m being dragged to the dance floor by Trin. We dance the night away, laughing and having potentially a little bit too much alcohol.

“I’m going to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Trin just smiled and nodded - I want to say she heard what I said, but at this point I can’t even register my own inner monologue.

The bathroom was at the back of the club and it was hidden well - not sure how safe that was. Distracted by doing a bit of social media stalking, I walk into something solid.

“Ouch” I say.

I’m so embarrassed - praying no one saw me do that or worse having caught it on camera.

“I think I should be the one saying ouch”

Stunned, i look up and see Jon who is towering over me, with a lustful darkness lingering in his eyes.

“Jon, shit, sorry, I thought it was the wall or something. Are you okay?”

“Well except a bruised ego, I’m fine.” He pauses then continues “A wall huh? You think I’m that built?” His signature smirk creeping onto his face. My cheeks instantly flush pink. Does he know what he’s doing? Or even the effect he’s having on me? Am I reading too much into this? Wait, shit - becoming aware of the the fact I’ve been staring at Jon blushing, I have to say something, anything.

“Trin seems to be having a good time, I left her on the dance floor if you wanna join her.”

He inches closer, his scent fills my nose. My mind, body and soul is hypnotised by him.

“Well that depends, will you be coming back to the dance floor?”

Will i? Technically I wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, On one hand I can be close to him, looking and not touching but then on the other hand, he’s married, married to Trin, I couldn’t do that to her, right?

“I’m not sure that’s such a goo-”

“Yo uce, come get your wife, she’s had one too many drinks and I think she’s ready to start a fight.”

Saved by the bell.

Jon looks me up and down one more time, as if he’s trying to tell me we have unfinished business, he then heads off to get Trin and play the doting husband once more.

“I think I’m going to call it a night Josh.” He agrees and we head to the main entrance to wait on Trin and Jon before heading back to the hotel. I’m not sure what happened back at the club, I’m torn between wanting to find out, and just ignoring it, act like nothing happened - because nothing did happen right?

Trin

(8 New Messages)

I had so much fun tonight, we gotta hit the club more often.

We should think of a cool tag name

Oh and matching outfits

Should we come out together or separate

Omg there’s so much to think about

I know we haven’t known each other that long but I’ve got a feeling we are going to be such good friends

Jon says I’ve to leave you alone and let you sleep

Goodnight girl

Okay, my decision is made, whatever this is or isn’t stops now. Trin is a sweetheart and doesn’t deserve any of this.

I never understood people who said working out is good for the soul, I thought you had to be mad to enjoy it. However over the past few years an early morning hotel gym session has become my inner peace. Whether I’m running on the treadmill or lifting weights my mind is in blissful state of serenity. No craziness, no fuzziness, no overthinking and no Jonathan fucking Fatu. Calm.

Sitting on the gym floor, a sweaty mess from my workout I take a quick look through social media, trying to catch my breath. Trin had posted photos from last night to her private Instagram, guilt washes over me, I quickly shake the feeling and type a cheesy comment on her post - cheese is good, more focus on Trin less focus on Jon.

“Well shit, didn’t expect to see you down here this early.”

“Well Josh, early bird gets the worm and all that jazz.”

He walks over to join me on the floor, Josh is such a great guy, why couldn’t it have been him I was so captivated with and not his married brother.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“Honestly yeah, it was good to let my hair down and just enjoy myself.” Pausing for a second, “what about you? I didn’t get to see you all night.”

“Aw, did yn miss me?” He laughs

“Shut up loser” I say while nudging him.

“What’s going on here?”

I stiffen, Jon.

“Yo uce, about time you got yo ass down here, we ready to work out?”

Jon sits on the floor right next to me, the heat from his body already surrounds mine.

“I’ll take that as a no, I’ll be warming up for whenever yo lazy ass decides to join me.”

Josh gets up and heads towards the gym equipment to start his workout leaving just me and Jon, an awkward silence lingers.

“So last night was fun” I say trying to break the silence.

He just stares at me, looking into his eyes I see conflict, tension, desire? Finally breaking his silence.

“Yeah, it was a good night, shame it was cut short.”

Playing blissfully ignorant I push him for more information.

“It wasn’t cut short? We had been there for hours.”

“Let me rephrase that, our time was cut short.”

My heartbeat picks up - I’m playing with fire here and I know I’ll get burned if I continue.

“I guess I was to busy dancing with Trin to spend time with you and Josh.”

He smirks, his pinky inches closer to my hand, finding it’s destination he starts caressing my hand.

“No, our time. Me and you. If J hadn’t have came in…”

“Jon, come on we ain’t got all day.” Josh interrupts

“I’m coming I’m coming.” He replies back irritated.

Jon leans over inches from my ear he whispers “This ain’t over.”

And with that he is gone, away to join Josh to start their workout. Leaving me confused, conflicted and a little bit hot. Im definitely getting burned.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01

[mvltisstuff]

Hi

I got this cute Buck fic idea and thought I send it to you.

Reader is best friends with Buck and has a crush on him but he has a girlfriend. Reader relates to "You belong with me" and thinks of Buck. Hen knows about readers crush and told reader to sing the song on the karaoke night with the team. While reader is singing Buck begins to realize that he has a crush. When everyone goes home he talks with reader and they talk about there feelings.

Thank you 💖

you belong with me - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @livelovecaliforniadreams

the shift had been long, and the round of drinks had taken the edge off. y/n had been craving a drink all day, awaiting the moment where she could knock them back at the bar. it’s a common routine for the team. they stop at the bar at night and spend some time decompressing there without any weight of their job on their shoulders.

y/n had been working with buck all day, being partnered up with him on calls and running into buildings together. it sounds like heaven, but it quickly turned into a hell for her.

y/n’s been bucks best friend since the start of their time at the 118. they clicked instantly, becoming an infamous pair at the station. she was there for buck through everything, all his injuries and all his heartbreaks. she was the one to mend him back together. it wasn’t time or anyone else, it was y/n.

now, it’s her heart that needs fixing whenever buck pulls up a photo of taylor on his phone. at first, it was just an simple hookup after she first came around, but it evolved into something bigger.

y/n could tell by the look in taylor’s eyes that she wasn’t fully in it. it’s almost like she used buck as profit, trying to work every story she can out of him. buck needs someone who loves him as much as he deserves, and y/n knows taylor can’t give him what he needs.

it was a minute thought in the back of her head, but it’s grown to be the first thing she thinks of in the morning. y/n knows that she can give buck what he needs. she knows how to love every part of him so he never has to doubt himself again. she wants to make him feel like the man of the world, but that’s been stripped from her reach.

buck took note of how many shots she had along with the cocktails she ordered. he watched her tense shoulders droop with each one she downed. he could sense that something was hitting her hard, but he couldn’t place it.

he knows y/n like the back of his hand. he spends incredible hours with her, but he never noticed her slip away when he started dating taylor. she stopped coming over, she stopped texting and calling, and it almost felt like things had become strictly professional. without a doubt, that’s never how buck wants it.

the music from the speakers was blaring through y/n’s ears, her hoping that it would drown out the image of buck and taylor in her mind. her drunkenness pictured what she would be like in her position, being able to kiss him and hold him every night. but she was too late, and the only thing to ease the pain was the liquor in front of her.

“hey,” hen scoots up, sitting in the stool next to y/n. “you’ve had a bit tonight.”

“i guess so,” y/n mumbles with a weak chuckle, spinning the straw of her drink around. the brightness in her mood had died down, and hen could tell exactly what it was that had caused it.

every single time buck uttered taylor’s name, her smile was wiped away in the blink of an eye. the way she always looks at buck can’t be described as anything but love, and hen is all too familiar with the feeling to let it pass by.

“i think i can guess what’s got you so down,” hen leans her forearm on the counter, turning more toward y/n to get her to crack open.

“i’m not down, hen,” she shakes her head humorously, but hen knows that there’s nothing remotely funny about what she’s feeling.

“i know you wish you had him.”

y/n looks back into her eyes, mixed with an expression of pity and sweetness. she’s never been one to root on a couples downfall, but hen knows how perfect buck and y/n are together and the potential they have. plus, it’s not completely wrong to say that hen doesn’t love taylor.

“i’ve tried to be his friend, but i don’t think i can take it anymore to watch him fall for taylor when she doesn’t love him,” y/n complains, throwing one of her hands up and letting her jaw rest on the other. hen can smell the tequila coming from her true words, and it only makes them hit harder.

“you need to say something before it’s too late!”

“it is too late, there’s nothing i can do,” y/n sighs, looking back down at the drink and not at her friend.

“you are the best thing for buck, and if anyone knows it, it’s us at the station. we’ve all heard the way he talks about you and the look in your eyes when he arrives. it’s no secret that you’re destined. but, don’t let one girl ruin something amazing.”

glancing back at buck, y/n sees his bright smile and shining eyes laughing with eddie and bobby. y/n almost feels a type of envy, sad that she can’t be as carefree as buck is right now. she wants to be the one to paint that smile on his face every single day.

the music continues ringing through y/n’s ears as the song slows to an end, the people coming off the stage from karaoke night. maddie and chimney stand trying to figure out a song, but hen has a plan. she grabs y/n’s hand, swooping her out of the chair and jogging with her to the front.

“hen, don’t even think about it-“

“c’mon, just trust me!” hen begs, still leading the stumbling girl up to the stage. she lets y/n stand to the side as she leans into chimney and maddie. “operation buck and y/n starts now!” she gleefully passes by and whispers a song title to the DJ.

y/n stands awkwardly on the stage, hen instantly coming up to start the song with fearless energy. she tries to focus on henrietta, and just them having fun on the stage but she can feel bucks eyes burning through her. she attempts to avoid eye contact, but she catches a glimpse of his smooth smirk.

she’s brought back to the times where buck gave her comfort, and eased any anxiety she had. the pit of worry she had in her stomach slowly became lighter the longer she looked into his eyes. she couldn’t manage to pull away, not even when hen started singing.

“you’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset…” hen starts, placing a hand on her hip and still noticing y/n’s mind is somewhere else. she notices the pair staring each other down, each with a faint grin on their face. “but she doesn’t, get your humor like i do.”

hen moves over and points the extra mic toward y/n’s lips, letting her take over the verse after. “and she’ll never get your story like i do,” y/n breaks off, the sweet music of her laugh coming through the speakers before hen continues.

as the song moves on through the lyrics, there’s an undeniable tightness in bucks chest with every word that comes out of her mouth. the way her hair moves with her body in the most luscious way, and how she manages to look perfect under any spotlight.

he quickly breaks himself out of his thoughts, remembering his girlfriend. he shouldn’t be thinking this about another girl, he’s spent too much time drooling over the wrong one. he just wants it to be perfect, but the more she sings, the more he feels directed to.

“and you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town,” y/n shoots a quick finger at him, and he’s unable to break the cheesy smile that’s on his face. he watches her happily run and jump around and she looks the most at ease than he’s seen in weeks. at least, he realizes, since he started dating taylor. “i’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry, i know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams think i know where you belong, think i know it’s with me.”

her voice trails off, suddenly becoming aware to the resurfacing tension between her and buck. his face has somehow turned into a scrunch, listening to each line and finding a way to apply it to their relationship. it’s at that moment when he realizes that it’s not the same with taylor. there’s no magic, but there’s a whole show for him and y/n and he’s been missing out on it.

when the instrumentals come to a stop, the lack of comfort in bucks demeanor makes the hole in her stomach return. she just wants to run out of the bar, feeling like she just embarrassed herself in front of the man she lives for. she slowly wobbles down the steps of the stage, handing the second mic off to hen as she reveals herself to the cool air of los angeles.

she lets wind bite at her cheeks, somehow managing to let her feel something again other than hurt from the look on bucks face. she curses him for being so easy to fall for, so easy to love and so effortless to want. a part of her is tempted to go back in and order another drink, but the jingle of the door snaps her mind out of its thoughts.

buck stands in front of her, his thick steps crunching on the concrete. his distinct feeling that y/n always cherished only makes her want to run and hide. the only things that were heard were the speeding cars and the busy city of LA. the thoughts screaming inside her head alongside those, but were soon silenced by bucks small voice.

“you looked upset at the end of the song,” buck says, breaking the uncomfortable quietness between them.

“i’m not upset,” she laughs, dryly. buck can tell she’s far from sober, but she’s never failed to say whatever she wants.

“then why are you out here all alone?”

“can’t a woman be alone for a few minutes?” she asks, trying to reel in the pettiness.

“i don’t know if i did something, but we haven’t been the same for a bit, since… you know.”

“since you started shacking up with taylor?”

“if you want to put it simply like that,” he tilts his head, looking at y/n who refuses to let her eyes land back on his. “i don’t know what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything, buck,” she sighs, leaning her head back against the brick walls of the bar, trying to calm the spinning. “i just- i can’t sit here and pretend with you anymore.”

“then stop pretending!” he replies. “you don’t have to put up a wall between us, i want you to let me in. i care about you!”

“i want you to love me, buck!”

he pauses, finally stepping in front of her instead of besides her. he forces her to make eye contact with him, locking his bright eyes with her mesmerizing colors. “i do.”

“not how i want you to.”

“well why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i was fucking scared! you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years, and i’m not going to ruin it because i can’t help but fall in love with you!” y/n shouts, steadying herself on the ground before she runs her hand through her hair.

“we’ve never been just friends, and you know that.”

she chuckles, but in the most painful way. “so you’re telling me, i just made a fool of myself and i’ve been ripping myself apart these past few weeks for you to say we were never friends?”

“friends don’t love each other the way i love you!” he exclaims back, throwing his hands up in frustration. “i thought, i thought that taylor might be different, and i’ve been trying to convince myself but she’s not the woman i want.”

“she’s like, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, what’s not to like?” y/n pretends, thinking of the woman in her mind and how she’s able to get buck so simply.

“she’s not you. she’ll never know me the way you do. even if i wanted to, there’s no one that compares to you. it’s not over between you and i, trust me.”

y/n managed to suck the tears back in her eyes, fighting them until their failed to fall. she missed the buck she used to have, the version of them that once was. the joking, the happy version of them. “i’d wait for you, buck. only you.”

he nods lightly, allowing the corners of his mouth to curl up into a smile, breaking the blank expression he formerly had. “come back in, please?”

“fine,” she says, pulling herself off the wall and walking back inside with him. “swifts the better taylor, by the way.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” buck smirks, being reminded of her shining personality that’s been hidden by the clouds.

[silenzahra]

Heya, Zahra!! I've been seeing so many of our other friends telling you what they like about you... so I figured I might as well join in, but I'm honestly not sure where to start! 😅

You were one of the first few people who made me feel welcome here on Tumblr back in 2023, and I still haven't forgotten that. You're one of the sweetest and most optimistic people I've had the pleasure of being friends with, especially when they're just as in love with Mario and Luigi (ESPECIALLY Luigi) like me, lol! And it's not just with me, but your content is truly something to behold! I still haven't forgotten your "Green, Orange, and a bit of Purple" fic; it's probably my favorite one because of... well...

And the vampire duck 😆

Also, your headcanons are just AMAZING. Your Bookworm Luigi is still one of my top favorites (and I may or may not hc Luigi as a fanfic writer now... just sayin')

Lastly... being friends with you has made me more of a bookworm than I already was, lol. Your book recommendation "Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow" is so sweet, and I've had fun reading it whenever I get the chance. Thanks to you, my bookshelf has grown... and it's suing me for taking up so much space 💀/j

Ilysm, Zahra!! 💗💗💗

Hey there, Vee!! Awww you're so sweet 🥰 It was actually an ask game that our beloved @vulpixfairy1985 started a couple of days ago, and I decided to join her in spreading love and kindness! 💖

Awww my dear sweetie 🥹🫂 I haven't forgotten that either!! You were one of the very first people to support me and my content and I can never forget that. I'm so glad we've been there for each other from the very beginning and that our friendship has only grown ever since 🫂💖 And OMG, my friend, I'm so touched!! 😭🫂🫂 I absolutely LOVE chatting with you and share our love for the entire crew, especially Luigi since he's our beloved Balloon Boy 🥹💚

Sweetie, I swear, I'm HONORED that "Green, Orange and a bit of Purple" remains as your favorite fic from me 🥹🥹🥹 It just means so much more to me than I'm able to express!!! Gosh, how I LOVED writing that one 😭😭 I had so much fun with Luigi and Daisy's interactions during their first date, and I freaking LOVED writing the dance and kiss scene with the music from Howl's Moving Castle sounding in the background while the sweeties danced together 🥹🥹 (I just can't have enough of these two dancing together, I swear 💚🧡)

And of course, how can I forget about the vampire duck 😆 I actually HC that later on, they eventually share this anecdote with Violet and *she* starts teasing her dad about it 🤭💜 And you best believe both Daisy and Mario join her 😂😂

But really, it's even more special to me that you bring this fic up because it'll be celebrating its first anniversary on Valentine's Day!! 🥹🥹 Again I wish I could do something to celebrate, but honestly, knowing it's *your* favorite out of all my stories it's definitely the best way to commemorate it and I just couldn't be more grateful 🫂🫂💖💖

And also that you enjoy my HCs so much!! I'd say Bookworm Luigi has become my most popular headcanon post, and I'm so honored it's your favorite from all the ones I've written!! 🥰🫂 Also, big yes to Luigi being a fanfic writer!!! 🤩👏 I remember you and I discussed the idea of Luigi being a writer a while back, and I actually hinted at it in "Green, Orange and a bit of Purple," but I was so happy to read @mikibaby94's post as now it's even more official that our boy enjoys writing like we do, and specifically fanfics 😄👏💚

Oh my God, really!?!? 🤩🤩 Then I'd say my job here is done, hehe 😁💖 I'm seriously so happy, Vee!!! I love that we can share this passion for reading, and I'm also so glad you've been enjoying my recommendation of "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow"!! It's still one of the BEST books I've ever read and I absolutely LOVE discussing it with you whenever we have the chance 🥰🥰

Also... welcome to the club of the bookworms who are going to be sued by their bookshelves because of the lack of space 😂😂 I'm right there with you, my friend 🤝🫡 The good news is, we're not alone!! 🤭💖💖

I love you so much too, Vee!! Thanks again for such a sweet and lovely ask 🫂🫂🫂💖💖💖

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Hello! I ABSOLUTELY 💖 LOVED 💖 the oneshot you had written for me, so can I please request one more? I promise that'll be the last one 😄 So, Vergil x fem! reader watching a scary movie in the thunderstorm and it... illogically but very much scares Vergil? "you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

I'm really happy you liked it. Writing these fall fics brings me so much comfort. You can have as many requests as you want toots. The event lasts till the end of October. 💕

PS.: Hope it's not a problem I used the sentence a little differently in this scenario

The suspense was killing him.

The character was walking down the long dark hallway in silence with only eerie music keeping them company. How could they not see this is not going well...

When you invited him for a horror movie night, Vergil wasn't sure what to expect. Hi didn't expect the movie to shook him like this. With all that went through in his life, he was sure than a little fake blood was not going to phase him. You, the sneaky you didn't pick the gory type of movie. Instead, you went with psychological thriller type of movie and Vergil learned the hard way that story does not have to have violence and death to sent your skin crawling.

The movie character started writhing and screaming in panic as an invisible force twisted their limbs ond threw them in the air. Vergil winced at their horrified screams and turned his head away from TV to you. You were bundled up in your blanket, chewing on popcorn, eyes fixed on the screen.

Bloody hell, he won't be the one asking for comfort he won't...

At that exact moment a lightning struck right in front of your living room window, illuminating the entire room in ghostly white and seconds after that, the ever-so-familiar roar of thunder swept through the block. You let out a loud screech and Vergil practically jumped at the sound.

"Sorry! Sorry! That was...uh-" You winced at another sound of thunder, visibly burrying into your blanket.

"Crap, that scared the shit outta me."

"You mean to tell me that all this time you watched this movie without so much as twitch and rainstorm makes you jump out of your skin?"

You shrug, "Well, the things in the movie are not real but the storm is."

"Speaking of, how come you're the Alpha and Omega and shiver in front of jumpscare?"

Vergil grumbled.

"Awe, come here." You pat his lap. Vergil glares at you but complies, setting his head on your thight as you ran your hand through his hair.

[yourbelovedcaptain]

Hiii can I ask you a question regarding the Greek gods and how to work with them? I recently found out that lady hecate is my spirit guide and idk how to say? Honor her?

Hey there, so happy you reached out! I Honor Lady Aphrodite and Lord Apollon personally -- here's the guide I used along with research on the specific gods! 💖☀️

It helped SO MUCH in understanding MANY of the major aspects of Hellenic Polytheism that are key to this belief! -- The way I chose to devote myself to my Lord and Lady daily don't cost money (I am starting my altars, but that isn't NEEDED)

For Lady Aphrodite I write poetry and stories, pray to Her, practice self-love through affirmations and daily washing, and I created a playlist dedicated to songs that make me think of Her. For Lord Apollon I greet the sun every morning, pray to Him, sing/hum/play music often, and I also have a playlist of songs dedicated to Him as well.

Honor can be given in so many different ways! I love to talk to them and tell them what I'm doing, even if it's not dedicated to them. Another way is through researching them and understanding their stories. There are so many folks out there that can give different perspectives as well, devotion is endless as long as it is conscious and thoughtful!

I am NOT the best source for any information, please feel free to scroll through my Tumblr for more answers and use guides specifically for Lady Hecate! (please don't use TikTok!! Lol!)

[zankaboo]

another list of cool indie horror games I like

Most of the games are not free

★ Cry Of Fear - a Ha|f Life mod that everyone and their grandma probably played at some point. it scared the shit out of me when I first played it. I nearly cried at certain points skjfhgdk (my tummy really hated the game let me tell ya). the atmosphere in it is great which I really appreciate in horror games. some people say it has too many jumpscares but I have to disagree. but I may have a different definition of "jumpscare" than most people lol idk I felt like there were enough jumpscares and the game was way more focused on atmosphere. the main character, Simon, is voiced by Mr Stig Sydtangen, my favorite voice actor in the entire universe, the love of my fucking life 💖 you might know him as Virgil from P0rtal St0ries Mel! (and a few other games which I'm going to mention in this post)

★ Afraid Of Monsters - made by the same guy who made CoF, also a HL mod but unlike CoF it looks and works more like HL. perhaps not as scary as CoF but still very effective (and it actually unnerves me on every gameplay. it just feels less predictable than CoF). AoM has every thing I fucking hate in a horror game - Scary PNGs and fast enemies that love chasing you. I almost didn't finish the game because of that one fucking floating face (you will hate the face). my first gameplay was the most stressful gaming experience in my life and it actually wasn't the fun scary, it was just pain and suffering dkfgjh and yeah I know I just said AoM isn't as scary as CoF, but it was just that single enemy that made it feel like hell for me (but it also has Twitchers, aka the funniest and cutest little guys who are also very creepy <3)

★ The Heilwald Loophole - Maybe not exactly a horror but it can be spooky if it wants to be! It's one of my favorite games of all time and I absolutely recommend you play it if you're able to or at least watch a gameplay of it because it is FANTASTIC. I love the graphics, I love the atmosphere, I love everything about this game. there is time travel and loopholes involved and it is so so cool. it can get really bizarre and also a little gross (expect toilet and shit jokes lol). the thing that made me interested in getting the game was the music I heard in the demo. the music in this game is fuckin amazing. most of the time the game is silent but when you're being chased by someone, music starts playing and it always perfectly fits the situation you're in (the music's loud, chaotic and weird when you're actively being chased and gets calmer when an enemy can't see you anymore)

★ Grey - maybe not super scary and I think you actually need to play the game more than once (or on different difficulties?) to get the entire story of the main guy, but it's an alright game, I had fun with it. another game where Mr Stig voices the main character! :D

★ Project Crypt - this game is. interesting. it's far from perfect but it has some really decent scares (especially at the beginning) but it suffers from rather bad controls and some of the monsters are just too goofy looking to be scary. but guess what! the main character is also voiced by Mr Stig! which for me is a fucking delight. despite the game's flaws, it's an okay game, and hey, it's free, it may make you feel some Emotions. and it's inspired by Cry of Fear

★ Remorse: The List - it's a very fun survival horror with puzzles. not very scary in my opinion but I think it'll give you a couple of hours of fun :) (and you're not gonna believe who does voice acting in this game). I think it was made by the same team that made Grey. you know what's the best thing about this game? you can pet a very cute dog :D

★ imscared - I played this game a long time ago and I only played the earlier shorter version (a free demo) but I've seen a couple vids of people playing the whole thing and it is very very cool. and very very scary (literally just downloaded the game and played it for a bit and despite knowing what's gonna happen, I pissed myself dkfgjh)

★ I See You - also played this a long time ago and I don't really remember much from it but I can tell you one thing - BOY it scared the absolute FUCK out of me. another weakness of mine is those low res pixel games. at one point I felt dizzy because I was breathing so hard kjhfdkg VERY SCARY

★ From The Darkness - absolutely terrifying. I watched a guy play this game first - it scared me. I played it myself while drunk - nearly cried akjhskgdjs a very good and scary game. it does have a kinda boring section but the scares are worth it. the atmosphere in this game is phenomenal

★ Carrion - an awesome reverse horror game where you're a monster who kills and eats people! it has excellent pixel graphics and controlling the monster is extremely fun. the game was made by a team of people from my country, Poland :D

★ Buddy Simulator 1984 - if you like AI (the cool, fictional AI), this might be a game just for you! not super spooky but very fun to play in my humble opinion. partially text based, then it becomes more and more advanced and interesting. I love robots and AI that are a little fucked up which is why I love this game :D

★ It Steals - Kinda like if Pacman was a horror game, but each level has different monsters and mechanics. this game can get really tense and it features my favorite thing in horror - being fooken chased by fast creatures. made me shart myself a bit, not gonna lie. it has a few achievements which are really fun to get B)

★ Janitor Bleeds - tbh I don't remember much from this game but it's cool. it has some very cool mechanics and graphics 👍 (I think it has a free demo you can play)

★ The Door In The Basement - a very very cool game with the best jumpscares I've ever experienced. I legit thought I was going to die from my heart giving out at one point lmao. jumpscares usually don't get me much and I don't like it when they're excessive but this game fuckin does spookhops right.

★ Iron Lung - yeah y'know, that game that Markiplier is making a fuckin movie about, you've probably heard of it. it's a great game but it might not be for everyone since the only thing you really do is stand in a little submarine and travel from place to place without seeing anything, aside from a shitty camera you have. BUT it's got an awesome sound design and nice scares!

★ Fears To Fathom - An absolutely fantastic series of games based (presumably) on real life events. stuff like this is exactly what I'm looking for in a horror game. no paranormal shit, just stuff that could actually happen to you, which is what makes this series truly terrifying. I played the first, fourth and fifth game myself. The third game might be the scariest of them all (really hoping rayll makes more)

[chekensheppppp]

I would love to hear about any head canons you have for the two not so very great dads :3 💖

I HATE THEM!!! 😡😤 (proceeds to make art, stories, and headcanons of them as they occupy my mind space for how many months already) (slight suggestive warning for some of these HCs)

I like to think they dated way before the present time (they dated in college, this hc is long so i'm not adding it here rn). So in the present games where they meet again (USUM's RR and Masters) Ghetsis slowly starts to develop romantic feelings for Giovanni (again). This bothers him to no end, especially since he suspects that Gio knows. Mafia man does figure out and secretly uses it to his advantage in their rivalry. Overtime though, Gio starts to feel mutual (again). This leads to him subtly flirting with Lettuce causing the latter to grow even more frustrated with his romantic man crush. He shouldn't fall in love with his enemy for world domination yet he did and he suspects that the other likes him too so now he's even more infuriated.

The jist of their dynamic pre-relationship is just Ghetsis being a tsundere who is also obsessed with the don bastardo (which he tells himself is hatred) and Gio being a smug flirt that takes any chance he gets to infuriate lettuce priest more.

They're very professional, most people wouldn't even notice that there's something going on between these two since they act all curt and business like everywhere. But if one stops and observes them, they'd notice how there is a minuscule hint of fondness in the way they speak to each other and how they have their own code in saying their affections. Also, look closely and you'll realize the glances they share have a deeper meaning than just mere looks. To put it short, they have a lot of eye sex, it's subtle but once you notice it, it becomes clear as day. Their grunts feel awkward whenever they end up noticing; it feels like they're intruding on private matters though they're not sure what.

Ghetsis has mobility issues, particularly his BW2 rendition, and he can't really walk and run for long distances anymore. Good thing he has a strong, beefy stud of a boyfriend to carry him around. Whenever Gio does that, Ghet becomes extremely flustered but doesn't stop him. While he does prefer dealing with his own problems and issues himself with the stubborness and persistence of a lone wolf, he's still a sucker for being treated and pampered like royalty. (After all, he is from a royal lineage and a pompous fuck)(expect a comic based on this soon)

In most other ships that involve Gio, he tends to subtly tune down his cruel, aggressive, and domineering traits for his partner and tries to be more considerate, slow and careful (still keeps the charming mafia godfather vibe tho). In this case, he doesn't. Being that they're both old and shitty bastards, Gio doesn't feel the need to adjust himself much for Ghet since he doesn't play nice either. If anything, he can be as blunt and straightforward as he wants to be. He won't hesitate to just slam the green-haired maniac down his office desk, rip apart his robes and have his way with him until sunrise.

Ghetsis likes to ramble and rant about whatever, whenever convenient. Gio doesn't mind this and lets him go on about whatever topic his partner wants to talk about. Usually he'd also return a comment if the other inquires on what he thinks or when he so chooses but in some instances, Gio just gets lost in the sound of Ghetsis voice, how he would be so full of emotion and conviction in the way he speaks and just the sound of it all can be what he considers music to him. You can tell he's not really paying attention to what Ghetsis says and is just enjoying the sound of his voice when he looks at him utterly lovestruck (well, as lovestruck as how a hardened mafia boss can be)

There are only a handful of people Ghetsis would allow to touch his hair; his hair care routine takes a long time to do and anyone that messes with it is basically asking for death. Gio is one of those few people. This pretty much means that he trusts him enough now to let him touch his hair and boy, he made a pretty good decision. Feeling his hand comb through his locks feels soothing and well, he does like how he pulls his hair from behind whenever they fck.

Gio most definitely had a long list of past lovers and even now that he's seeing someone, he still has many others clamoring to be with him. Ghetsis does not like this one bit. Whenever he's with Gio and someone tries to get too close to Gio, he just shoots them a scowl that can make milk sour up immediately and sticks closer to Gio. Gio does tell him to calm down about it and that he's a grown ass man who can make his own decisions but he does find it endearing seeing how much Ghetsis is in love with him.... even if it is going full possesive, but he can deal with that. (expect a comic on this too)

Curse that one deactivated blog for giving Gio a thing for Ghet's legs because now, I actually like the idea of it. Gio simply loves his tall, GNC, gossip girl, murderous megalomaniac boyfriend and his long ass legs.

There's something so funny about them getting married and Gio going like "Now that we're married, it's only fair that I give you something that you've always wanted." And straight up presents Ghet with a gun and says, "Let's shoot up a police station as part of our honeymoon, amore mio Harmonia." And Ghet is all sparkly eyed and delighted and goes "You know me so well, Sakaki dear." And their children are just screaming in horror in the background, "DON'T MAKE HIM MORE OF A THREAT THAN HE ALREADY IS!!!!"

and yeah that's it for now, this is getting too long lol

[goldenflowers]

2, 8, and 20 for whichever Tav you please~ :3c

ooh thank you for asking about my tavs!! 💖

(for this ask meme)

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

I actually answered this exact thing for Elenion as part of another ask game ages ago! So I'll answer it for Briala here:

She has a tent with ^ that sort of vibe but instead of that pink color at the front, hers would be a deep red and the other fabrics would be in warm, earthy colors. It'd also look more even more worn out because it's literally the same tent that she and her dad (a former ranger) made together when she was a teenager and she just keeps carrying it around and patching it up with whatever cloth she can find. Gale has suggested that she buy a new one when they get to Baldur's Gate. She will not, thank you very much, this one has too many memories attached to it.

Inside it she'd have a little altar to Lathander, a pouch of smooth stones she uses during meditation, a book or two on religion, and a small space with a mat laid out for her to stretch, meditate, or do exercises. And a journal that she doesn't write in often because she sucks at putting her thoughts into words—but an old letter from her sister Lily is tucked into the back of it. A dagger is also hidden away somewhere. Briala doesn't use it, and hasn't since she became a monk, but she still keeps it.

There's a bit of alchemy equipment, herbs, and potions both inside and outside her tent since that's something she dabbles in. She also definitely has a training dummy outside, and laying around somewhere is a whittling knife and a little collection of carvings she's made, at least one of which is only half-finished!

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

I actually haven't thought too much about this in a scenario where Elenion is a companion instead of the protagonist! I guess, assuming you get a good ending where he's able to realize he's worthy of love without needing to perform for it, then things would look pretty similar to the life he has with Gale: he'd quit touring in order to focus on his academic interests instead, and when they perform it'd be on their own terms. But maybe the player would be able to encourage them to do one of two things: settle down in the house he owns in Waterdeep, and turn it into a museum (like they do in their canon storyline when they move in with Gale!) or keep traveling, making new discoveries and finding new stories to tell, this time without the pressure he was putting on himself to live up to his father's legacy. And if he's romanced, the player can choose what they want to do and Elenion is happy either way as long as he's freely pursuing his passions with his partner by his side.

And in that case: If he ends up living in Waterdeep then at least one branch of his epilogue conversation would be about how someone (*cough* Volo) tried to write a book about him and got everything wrong so now he just has to correct the historical record by staging a musical retelling at his museum. But if they end up traveling then they can excitedly talk about the time they happened across a ruined observatory with an ancient star chart carved into the ceiling.

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

Oh this is such a good question for Elenion. Their relationship with touch is. Complicated! They're a person who craves connection and intimacy but is simultaneously extremely guarded. So he's been in a lot of shallow, short-lived relationships where he used flirty touches and passionate kisses performatively. As a way to make the other person feel special, a way to pretend that it means something this time, to make himself feel wanted, to make himself feel anything. To create the illusion of intimacy without requiring actual vulnerability. Of course that only makes him feel lonelier in the end, but! They're just going to tuck that thought away and never acknowledge it like the rest of their inconvenient emotions!

When he's with Gale, things start to change because this time his feelings are real and that's a little terrifying. They don't necessarily shy away from things like Gale gently tucking their hair behind their ear, or slipping a warm hand into theirs, but they freeze up a little. They hesitate to accept love and affection that's genuine and honest and not part of a performance, and struggle to know how to return it. Eventually, touch does become something that actually makes him feel safe and loved. Post-game he's so affectionate with Gale and with his friends that he's borderline insufferable about it, but he's also never been happier in his life!

[acourtofthought]

i used to think elain’s book could be coming next but i don’t see that happening anymore… after hofas (i’ve read it already) and all the bonus scenes, i don’t see her and lucien playing an important role in the foreseeable future. it’s very clear to me that az will be the next protagonist. what do you think?

ps.: i love you blog! thank you for bringing so much joy for us eluciens 💖

And you are not alone as I know many feel that way!

As there will be minor spoilers for HOFAS, I'll add the rest below.

But let me ask you, after reading the crossover and the bonus scenes in HOFAS.....what would Az's story be? What would Gwyn's story be? Outside of what SJM already introduced in SF? (Because we know their story will eventually deal with the Illyrians, the Valkyrie, maybe Merrill).

Because there is nothing that HOFAS really and truly tells us with any sort of certainty what would happen in his book, the details are still a bit fuzzy, a lot less fuzzy than what an Elucien book would handle.

At the end of HOFAS, there were no new pressing threats that we know of that were introduced to the world of Prythian. There could be possible threats.....there's a few loose threads that she could create a storyline out of, but what was really left for Az to resolve?

In the crossover we learned who Truth Teller once belonged to so of course we'll eventually discover how Az came to have it. But is that really any different than us knowing that Elain hasn't full explored her powers or Lucien isn't currently aware that Helion is his father?

In the bonus, we learned that Az likes "club" music. But is that any different than us already knowing Elain and Lucien love being outside in nature, that Lucien once enjoyed reading for pleasure or that Elain loves gardening and baking?

We learned Az feels strongly about his mother but Lucien hasn't been able to see his mother in centuries since book 1.

We learned he was still a bit moody over not having a mating bond but how is that any different from the disappointment and longing Lucien had on his face near the end of SF?

I think there's a chance that SJM will set up the Prison lands to become the lands of the Valkyrie but does that seem realistic that something that major would happen 3 months after SF when Gwyn wasn't sure she'd leave for Nesta's mating ceremony? When the Valkyrie really only consist of three females right now who haven't even had battle training which Cassian said could take years? When setting up the Prison as Valkyrie territory is not necessarily more important than the threats the rest of their world is facing?

So what important role would Az be playing in the very next book when we don't even know exactly what role is needed for the next ACOTAR book as it relates to the crossover? Especially when CC3 is not ACOTAR. On her website, she does not tell readers they need to read CC before reading the ACOTAR series.

Try to pretend that you know nothing of CC3 and focus on where things left off in SF because not every reader is in this fandom and not every reader of ACOTAR will have read CC. I personally only know two people (in my day to day life) who have read the ACOTAR series, one also read TOG but did not read CC and the other has not read either CC or TOG. So they have no idea about bonus chapters or crossovers or anything of the sort.

The problems that were threatening their world at the end of SF were Beron, Koschei, the treaty, Spring being a weakened target and the IC needing the Spring Courts forces, Vassa being called back. The Illyrians weren't even a big deal at the end when you consider Gwyn and Emerie were laughing about them being mad (no one was laughing over Beron, Koschei, Tamlin).

Who is connected to those storylines? I don't think it can be denied that Elain and Lucien were heavily tied to them in SF.

The entirety of CC3 probably took place 3-5 months after the events of SF so how is Lucien not connected to the problems in Prythian when by the end of CC3, as far as we know, the problems in Prythian are still Beron, Koschei, the treaty (and so on)? Koschei and Beron are the current threats, not the threats of the foreseeable future. Eris literally said his father is angry about his ally being killed and wants to ally with Koschei. Cassian tells us that army's usually don't move in winter but now Spring has come to their lands. The IC permanently stationed Lucien in Spring because of their worries about Tamlin's state of mind.

And those problems all exist outside the NC so if Nesta, Az, Rhys, Cassian, etc. were dealing with Bryce once she landed, then isn't it possible they were able to do so because Lucien and Elain are / were already dealing with the rest?

Elain never once showed up in CC3. We even had mentions of Feyre, "when Feyre gets here", "when Feyre hears of this". But nothing of Elain so wouldn't it make more sense for SJM to start the next book filling in the blanks on where she was and why she was completely absent? Why Mor was completely absent (when you consider at the end of SF, Mor had headed back to the continent for the treaty)?

It feels a bit like people are thinking that just because SJM introduced the possibility of new issues for the members of the IC, what happened in SF no longer matters but I feel that couldn't be farther from the truth. The possibility of new issues doesn't erase the issues that were left unresolved in SF and to me, it would make more sense if she began the next ACOTAR book dealing with the issues ACOTAR readers were left with and not jumping right into something she only recently introduced in a different series. Especially when we don't know if the crossover was supposed to set up for the very next ACOTAR book and if SJM plans on tying Koschei into time travel stuff or if it was simply setting up for what comes after Elucien deals with Spring, Beron, Vassa, Koschei and there is going to be a threat from outside their world after his defeat. But.....it's still anyones guess though I think Elucien is still hanging in there for getting the next book.

[genjyoandgojyoandhakkai]

Six Song Soundtrack Game - Xiqaa Laidir

RULES: make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

Thanks for tagging me @feaches @apothe-cary 💖

There's no real theme to these songs, just songs I listen to about when I think about Her. They are all nominally acoustic songs? Mostly not new either. So the common theme is my own oldness 🫠

Name - Goo Goo Dolls

This one's for Xi, Emmrich, and Lucanis, but it's especially true because not only is she an orphan but she didn't know her own name. All her names are names she chose for herself.

And now we're grown-up orphans That never knew their names We don't belong to no one, that's a shame You could hide beside me Maybe for a while And I won't tell no one your name

2. Better With You - Harrison Storm

The first verse really makes me think of Xi's life as a galley slave before she escaped to join the Lords, and the second makes me think of her nights with Lucanis in the Lighthouse.

My old home, brick and cold / Now I roam where I wanna go / Start to run / Always told do or don't / Watch me run down the open road Sleepless nights, hold you tight / Starry lights and a haze of smoke/ Wings unfold, weight unload / Hold you close under setting sun

3. Body Language - Ron Pope

Yes it's meeee the official Ron Pope apologist 🤣 The entire song really reminds me most of Lucanis but it's definitely their vibe as Emmrookispite as well. Something about understanding someone without using the same vocabulary just works given how different they all are.

You've got an accent different than mine / But I watch your lips and always find / More things in common than could keep us apart / 'Cause I know your heart / You speak my body language, using words I ain't never heard / You speak my body language, you're the only one on Earth

4. Scars to Your Beautiful - (Alessia Cara cover by Carrollton)

Xi has struggled with the way people have viewed her many scars. While she's made peace with her past for the most part, she still doesn't see herself (positively) the way others do. She remembers what Varric told her about looking in the mirror, and his words echo through her mind often.

She don't see her perfect / She don't understand she's worth it / Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface / So to all the girls that's hurting / Let me be your mirror / Help you see a little bit clearer / The light that shines within

5. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

This one is for the Veilguard era; when they first find themselves in charge of this weird expanding group of experts, each with a specific skill that's not just 'finding shit and making trouble for bad people'. See song 4 🙃

I walk a lonely road / The only one that I have ever known / Don't know where it goes / But it's home to me and I walk alone

6. Let Go (Frou Frou cover by Boyce Avenue)

If there's anything Rook knows, it's how to jump in headfirst and deal with the fallout later. It's kindof the only thing she knows how to do instinctively, and how she got her name, of course. Big risk, big reward or big consequences but we don't think about that okay?

So let go, mm, jump in / Oh well, whatcha waiting for? / It's alright / 'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

[mistresslrigtar]

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💖 What made you start writing?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Ty for the ask! I'm procrastinating from doing any actual writing so my answers below are long-winded....

🤗I'm not sure I'm the best one to give advice to new fanfic writers, since I feel like I'm just getting started myself! However, the biggest thing I've learned over the past year and have to keep reminding myself is to NOT compare my writing to anyone else. Instead, I try to focus on what I know I'm good at, use those strengths as the building blocks for my stories and write around them. What does that mean? For me, I start with the dialogue and characterization (sometimes the page only has a conversation written out, then I go back and fill in the setting, internal thoughts, actions, etc.) I also focus on just one or sometimes two things (world-building, internal conflict, showing vs telling, etc) I would like to improve upon. I find one-shots are a great way to experiment and focus on an area I would like to work on.

💖I've always loved to read, especially sci-fi/fantasy novels, and imagine what it would be like to live in those worlds. As a former stage performer, I started writing as a creative outlet (it seemed like the next best thing to performing a musical or play) and as a way to immerse myself into those worlds and characters. I'm sure I'm not the only author who puts themselves in their characters shoes.

🧐Do I research my stories? That depends on the stories. So far, I've had to do some research for two of my stories. The first is my completed work that I've talked about ad nauseum (😅🤣) I Belong to You. I had to do a bit of research on drug addiction and some other stuff... I'm talking about alt rock bands and songs, guitars, and motorcycles, I swear. Seriously, I spent HOURS listening to music until I found the right band for that story. (Good thing I like alt rock. I mean, I'm a huge Radiohead fan, so Muse was like listening to classic rock in comparison😂)

The most in-depth to date is for my current WIP Captain Link Araki.

For starters, I can't tell you the number of hours I spent researching Japanese surnames to find the right one for him. Following that, I read a lot about pirates, their habits, the crewman, jargon, what they do when their ships need repairs, what types of ships they preferred, etc. Then, after I picked a ship, I had to look up the parts of the ship, if it would have a main cabin, how many sails, etc, etc. As it was, I still got some of it wrong, but thankfully my wonderful beta (Zelmo 😉) knew enough to tell me what I needed to fix. I like to incorporate some reality into my stories, so I spent the better part of an afternoon looking up rowing terms and mechanics, and that was only for a two page scene! So, yes, I guess I do research when needed, and tend to get so sucked into studying and taking notes that little to no actual novel writing gets done that day.

So, all that being said - if you happen to read that story and notice something I got wrong or have a suggestion, feel free to tell me. 😅

And thanks if you read this rambling answer!

[jaskiercommabard]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

OOO!! Thank you for sending this!

I've been reading fic for like...more years than I'm ready to admit to so I'll rec some of my very favorite witcher fics + my favorite themes to narrow it down. These are all geraskier oops

Angst/hurt no comfort

goes without saying by Verbyna This is a brief two-part series that I must think about like twice a day at least. The author does something so magical and makes these characters so human, it completely takes my breath away. Thinking about this fic makes my stomach ache. Scrolling past the title in my bookmarks can make my heart drop into my gut. I have to really think about what kind of day I want to have if I'm going to read it, and I mean that in the best way. It's so visceral and wrenching and completely beautiful. If I had to pick a favorite witcher AU, I couldn't, but this one is in the seat of honor.

Hurt/comfort

Lessons in Mortality (orphaned)

This is one of the first fics I read in the fandom, and I hope the author is out there somewhere with warm socks and good pens. The character development in this is unmatched - the original character and her beautiful story in this fic are so compelling and enchanting, and yet she plays a perfect accompaniment to Geralt and Jask. This fic is so sweet, so in character, so carefully and purposefully written. I wish I had a chance to talk to the author before it was orphaned but they obviously put so much care into this piece that you really feel connected to the storyteller.

Slow Burn

and yet so far from death by @yoursummerfrost

I am sweating trying to pick a single summerfrost fic to recommend but this one sticks in my mind as one of those extremely special stories that I wouldn't be able to explain if I tried. Whatever is going on in author's head should be bottled and sold or maybe kept under lock and key in some kind of secret lab where only the military and like...very sexy bank robbers can find it. It's sticky-sweet and sad and has, hands down, the best ending (except for maybe the end of my other favorite summerfrost fic, out in the pouring rain (down on your knees) or possibly the end of my other other favorite summerfrost fic, don't tell me we've grown (for having loved) ).

Porn with plot

First Annual Belleteyn Fuckfest by @sheepishwolfy

Half what it says on the tin, half oh fuck oh fuck they have feelings there are so many feelings who let the feelings into this porn someone call the guards. The worldbuilding in this fic (and all of the author's works) is unparalleled. You are sweating in the spring heat, you're smelling the ale, you're eating sweets and hearing music and strolling between vendor stalls with a flower crown on your head and you are (devastatingly) not getting an exceedingly skilled blowjob from Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. This fic is definitely the closest you could get, though.

There are so so many more amazing fics that I have read and loved and cried over, I could go on forever. This fandom absolutely drew in some of the most talented creators I've ever had the pleasure to come across.

If you're one of the authors first of all wow hi I'm twirling my hair kicking my feet second, pleeeease let me know if you would like a tag or a rec removed and I will nix it!