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faeryarchives · 4 months

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loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)

requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨ warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post! recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & its you, it always had been you

·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)

"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."

riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes

you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want

"you are not allowed to sleep in class!" "it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..." "you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays." "riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."

and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books

typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him. "no rule trivia for today?" "...huh?" "there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."

as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years

when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom

"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!" "i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"

riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.

then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think

absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn "ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next "riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"

riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.

after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself

"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?" "oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?" this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead. 'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child. "would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"

... oh. OH !!

prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes

and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!

** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!

·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)

"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."

leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa

just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around

"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him. "i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?" "just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.

doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different

it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.

but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around

"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?" "oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one." "..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks." "do your eyes really glow like that?" "huh? i don't know what you are talking about."

you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good

he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.

you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?" "you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time." you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."

now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.

the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise. "(name)-senpai?" "what's up, jamil?" "... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset "oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now." "no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"

leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?

while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa

"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly. "it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom. "aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"

everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games

and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary

"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.

you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you

... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you

**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!

·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)

"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"

the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.

so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case

surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'

he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩

it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you. "oh, hi azul. what is it about?" "how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?" "there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth "a pity... it seems like i am back to square one." "... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."

and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you

azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations

"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board. "what is with the random thought?" what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."

you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend

it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want

you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset

it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something

so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind

and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building

"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you." "well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look. "i thought i told you to let it go?"

after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!

seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!

"azul, do you know that i really admire you?" "me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-" "no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."

... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.

even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #riddle roseheart x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #faeryarchives #a.twst #a.heartslabyul #a.savanaclaw #a.octavinelle #twst x reader

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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s.coups

he gets pretty easily frustrated, so he notices it pretty early on in your relationship. the two of you would just be having a slight disagreement, and then he raises his voice a bit and you almost start crying. his mood changes so quickly. one second he's irritated, the next he's worrying and cooing about you. he would just immediately assume that he had done something wrong, and now he desperately needed to fix it. from that moment on, he's trying his best to think before he speaks or acts. if he would get ahead of himself again, and you start crying, he would cup your face in his hands and dry your tears away - all the while apologizing and cooing at you.

"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

he found out almost immediately after meeting you. as usual, he was just playing around and teasing you. he hadn't expected you to get so upset by it but (and he wouldn't say this to anyone, ever, not even you) he found it a bit cute. the way your eyes filled up with tears and your eyebrows scrunched together as you asked in a tiny voice if he really meant it. jeonghan immediately knew he had to protect you at all costs. he started treading a bit lighter around you after that, although he still teased you lightheartedly. if anyone else did it, however, he would get very mad.

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

he found out the first time you watched a movie together. it was a cute scene of a dog meeting it's owner for the first time in years again. it was touching, of course, but not enough to make joshua cry. you, on the other hand, were sitting beside him and trying to hold back your sniffles. when he noticed it he started freaking out because he thought it was about something else. you had to explain to him that you were just a bit sensitive, to which he responded with saying that it was okay. he made a mental note of this moment, and made sure to treat you with care and always bring tissues when watching a sad movie.

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

he gets so confused. he just made a small joke about something you were doing, he wasn't expecting you to turn to him with tear-filled eyes. to be fair, it was a project you were very proud of and you were very excited to show him, so of course it made you upset when he joked about it. he saw his mistake, and apologized to you. but ever since then he made sure to be a bit more careful with what he says. he's good at remembering the little things about you, so whenever he sees that you're feeling a bit extra sensitive he always treads lightly around you even if you tell him it's okay. he cares for you, and he would do anything to make sure you're not upset.

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

he lives in the moment, so he doesn't always think about what he says. when he first noticed your sensitive side, he got so worried he had hurt you that he started crying too. he didn't even know what he had done, he couldn't really remember what he had said to make you so upset, but it felt horrible to watch you cry. then and there, he promised to never make you cry again. it didn't last of course. from time and time again he would speak without thinking and make you upset. it got so far that he started thinking that there was something wrong with him. he tried to just stop speaking. but that upset you even more. he realized if he really wanted your relationship to work, he had to start thinking ahead a bit. it was difficult at first, but he starts to get the hang of it eventually.

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

there weren't many opportunities for him to upset you, so it took a while for him to even notice how sensitive you were. he was quiet, gentle, and very good at reading your emotions - so it wasn't difficult for him to say the right things. but we don't always have control of our emotions, and one day, when he was particularly irritated by something else, he gently pushed you away and said he needed space when you tried to hug him. that was normal for him, but for you it felt like you had done something terribly wrong. you started apologizing and tearing up, and, before he could even react, you left the room. whatever had irritated him before was long forgotten, and now there was only worry for you in his heart. he comforted you and made sure that you knew that he wasn't mad at you.

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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woozi

he does not know how to handle it. he's so used to replying with snarky or snappy remarks, that he thinks no different of it when he does it to you. when you get upset at that, he doesn't really understand at first. he just can't really believe that anyone can be so upset at something so small. very awkwardly tries to comfort you, but it only makes it worse. instead, he starts asking you what he can do for you because he really can't read your mind. whenever you get upset with him, he apologizes and asks if there's something specific he said that made you so hurt so that he can avoid doing it in the future.

"shit, i'm sorry- i didn't mean to make you sad, okay? what can i do to make it better, hm?"

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dokyeom

this man cries with you. if he ever upset you enough for you to start crying, you better believe he will also start crying. of course, he can get mad like any other human being, but making you cry immediately erases any anger he felt before. if he does upset you he will apologize profusely, and if he ever sees you upset he will comfort you the best he can. expect many hugs and forehead kisses. his favorite thing in the world is seeing you happy and smiling, and he would do anything to protect that smile.

"oh, don't cry, baby... my poor baby... who's got you this upset?"

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mingyu

poor guy doesn't even know he's done anything wrong. he's just talking and then he says something that makes your bottom lip quiver. then he's completely at your mercy, he's willing to give you anything to make sure you don't cry. he's the type of person to promise other people who care for you that he would never hurt you or make you cry - and then he manages to do just that! he gets so sad and feels very disappointed in himself for a long time. then he comes to understand that you're just a bit extra sensitive, and that the harmless thing he thought he said came across as much harsher to you. when you calmed down, you almost ended up comforting him too. ever since then, he's been just a bit more protective.

"are you feeling okay? was that person bothering you? i can totally talk to them for you if you want to, i don't mind- what do you mean it's not a big deal? yes it is!"

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the8

he just doesn't believe you at first. he thinks you're faking it because "your tears are your weapon". then he realizes it's not fake. he leaves you alone for a bit so that he doesn't have to show you that he actually started crying because he upset you. he comes back when he's calmed down so that he can start comforting you. he doesn't talk much, only hugs you and let's you cry it out. as soon as you've calmed down he takes your hand in his and asks you what he did to upset you.

"please, forgive me."

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seungkwan

he gets easily irritated, but he also loves taking care of you. so, while he can't really change himself, he always does his best to cheer you up if he ever says something to upset you. he never questions what could be making you so upset, he understands that it's just how you function and that you can't control it.

"oh no, wait, i'm sorry- i was just overreacting again, i'm not mad."

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vernon

another very confused dude. he will ask you if he said something wrong because he really doesn't get it. when you tell him why he made you so upset he got even more confused because he didn’t see it that way at all. him questioning you only made it worse, so now he’s learnt to not do that again. he still gets confused, of course, but he’s a bit better at handling it now. he just asks you what you needs, that’s the only way he will be able to help.

“uhhhh… i did something wrong again, didn’t i? shit, okay.. can i make it better?”

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dino

he thinks your messing with him at first and starts being sarcastic. it’s a bad idea and makes the situation worse. then he starts panicking because how the fuck could he mess this up? he doesn't care about what he said or why you reacted the way you did, he just wants to make it better. so he hugs you. it's the only thing he can come to think of. it becomes a bit of a habit, whenever you get upset he just hugs you and does nothing else. then it turns into a form of comfort for you, whenever you're feeling like something's wrong or if something's made you even just a little bit sad you will ask for hugs. and you better believe that he will drop everything to go embrace you immediately.

"hm? you're feeling down? do you want a hug?"

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amyysfics · 6 months

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skz - "bet."

pairing: felix x bff!gn!reader warnings: fluff, pining, reader eats popcorn summary: you make felix watch your favourite movie word count: 850

Giggles, snorting and all kinds of laughter filled the room. You were barely able to catch your breath, when a voice broke through the sound of heavy breaths and occasional giggling. "What the fuck kind of movie are you watching, that is making you laugh this hard?", your best friend asked.

The both of you sat in a video-call on Discord. He had been playing a game, which you assumed must have been League of Legends, judging by his continuous screaming, "Noooo!" and "What are you doing? We had it!". You had turned on your favorite movie eventually. None of this was a rare occurrence. You hung out with Felix this way whenever possible - both of you doing your own thing while being in each others company.

"I'm watching what is possibly the funniest movie ever, thank you very much for asking.", you looked straight at the camera, poking out your tongue. How dare he judge this amazing piece of media? Out fo the corner of your eye you could see your blue-haired friend roll his eyes. Though, before he had the chance to tease you back, you thought of a deal. "Why don't you watch it with me? I can restart it. And if you end up liking it and enjoying your time, I will treat you to a smoothie!"

The idea made Felix' eyes light up. He loved having movie nights, especially with you. And he was was being honest with himself, he couldn't give less of a shit what you guys were doing, as long as he got to spend time with you - his best friend, that he just so happened to have a not so tiny crush on. She he did what every sane idiot in love with his best friend would do; He responded with as little words as he could as to not let you hear the shakiness of his voice, "Bet."

You left your seat for a minute to grab a fresh bottle of water and Felix used the time to finish (and lose) the round of League he was still in. It took you a few moments to come back, so he made sure to to set his screen up properly. He could click on one of the images to have them fill up almost the entire screen, the rest of it being smaller at the bottom. After making everything look the way he wanted to, he noticed you walking back - a bottle of water in one hand and a bowl of fresh popcorn in the other.

The Australian silently cursed himself for agreeing to this. It wasn't the first time you watched a movie together, but he would usually be the one streaming it - the movie taking up his entire monitor. Today, for the first time, he had the chance to observe your reactions. He noticed the way your eyebrows scrunched together mere moments before you laughed. He saw the way you attempted to hide your shy smile as the two main characters kissed. He could even tell that one strand of your hair seemed to be bothering you - constantly tickling your neck. Felix knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from brushing it away if he actually sat next to you.

"Yongbok!", your less than quiet voice ripped him out of his thoughts. You glared at the boy, or at least it looked that way to him. "Were you even watching?", you clicked with your tongue, fishing through the last few pieces of popcorn for the best one. "I was! I loved it!, he lied. Your best friend put barely any of his attention towards the movie. You smiled a little, popping the chosen popcorn-piece in your mouth, "Right? The part where the cat rolls in the snow is so good!" Felix nodded immediately, "It's probably the best part."

"You couldn't stop feeling your heartbeat get faster, almost pounding out of your chest, knowing you caught him in a lie. "Lix, first of all, there wasn't a single cat in the movie and it's set in summer. And second-", you leaned closer to the camera, "I can see the reflection of your screen on your computer-case a little bit. You had my camera on full-screen-mode the entire time.

His body reacted faster than his brain allowed him to come up with a witty response. A blush crept up to the tip of his ears in an instant. And even his neck turned about three shades darker. He tried to think of a response - any explanation, but he couldn't get a single word to come out.

"You know what?", you broke through the silence, smiling, "I'll still treat you to that smoothie. I mean it looks like you had a good time, no? Pick you up tomorrow at five?", you winked. When did you get so smooth?

Felix' blushed even harder at this chance of a date with you, even that was even possible. But what he didn't know, was that you were just as excited about it, as he was. So he gathered all the courage he could.

"Bet."

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hueningsloverr · 4 months

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౨ৎ txt as musicals !

pairing: ot5 txt x musicals summary: god. idek where to begin. txt as musicals. word count : 0.6k im actually so sorry i even wrote this wow what was i thinking. if you dont know these songs LISTEN TO THEM.

yeonjun : heathers / mean girls there is also a tiny dash of moulin rouge in him

it boy energy is so reflected throughout BOTH

i’m sorry

definitely a candy store guy

he 100% cracks corny jokes like in stupid w/ love

but the amazing theatricality???

the vocals????

SO yeonjun

and ikik abt the soobin meangirl meme but like

lets be real

jjunie just has that energy

and not in a bad way

like in a 'yeonjun told me to dye my hair purple so i did!' way

and when i say heathers i don't mean the negatives

like that musical is fucked up

i mean the level of iconic-ness (?)

sassy man apocalypse fr

"i like looking hot buying stuff they cannot :3" - yeonjun (definitely)

soobin : six

...

i'm actually so sorry for this one!

he competes with himself, that much is obvious

soobin seems like the type to really question if he deserves something - if his suffering was enough

he's the type to compare past suffering to current

like 'well i suffered back then and i turned out fine, i'm not any more important for suffering now' type of stuff

he's the leader, its his job to be the strongest

and he lets himself have some fun

(i mean his first [?] scandal was him showing his middle toe.)

or he could be super serious like the great leader we all know he is

or he's just a total mess, but yet still so strong ??

hes admirable

he's in the history books fr

beomgyu : hamilton

the perfect balance of chaos and serious

i mean he's literally "lock up your daughters and horses!"

while also being "mom i'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me"

beomgyu was written by lin manuel miranda argue with a wall

its also just so interesting, like gyu

like you could study both hamilton and gyu

a fan favourite

you can't go wrong with hamilton

and you can't go wrong with guy

hamilton has its… fans

and gyu has his bamtoris

both would doxx you if you speak ill of their favs

the gateway into the community

like gyu was the first member i found out about

and hamilton was the first musical i liked

you dip your toes in, and next thing you know you just spent $25 for some merch

taehyun : hadestown

it’s so sad

yet serene and passionate like tyun

i mean, just look at him

those eyes - that smile!!

boba eyes :3

also, he so was a greek mythology kid

probably bought every percy jackson book / related piece of media when it came out

he knows everything

theres just something so tyun about it all

hadestown is a musical you might not know about

but the second you do you're like "wow wtf i was missing out on literally everything good in this world"

and that's literally tyun too

like if you somehow don't know about vocal king taehyun

the moment you find him obsession forms

or at least in my case

my little tyun🤧

i could see him staring in the mirror going "who are you? who do you think you are"

hueningkai : be more chill (bmc)

you can not tell me this boy didn't have some sort of issue making friends

the photos of him sitting alone at lunch (?) pre-debut???

hes so jeremy heere

because he's really just a sweetie

but no one notices him besides his very close friends

definitely would almost accidentally take over the state of new jersey

type of boy to go all the way if he likes a person

im talking joining the same clubs as them

and even joining the friend group they're in

all of it

we all know he used to think so poorly of himself and talk down on himself

like he had those voices in his head

has his michael in the bathroom moments

thinks he's a loner, a loser, a freak

you know the usual high school insults

but he's able to grow confident, with some help

i luv hueningkai ;3

and i luv be more chill

authors note : i lied this is not based off of making the bed. my bad. whoops. maybe next time!

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Chenford - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 16

"Exposed" AKA "That Bradford"

Valentine's Day is pushed a week in the universe of The Rookie, but since I'm still not sure what year we're in on the show, that's just fine by me!

SPOILER ALERT: Spoilers are like sugar for me. See, some people love sugar and hate spoilers. I'm the opposite (unless it's macarons or carrot cake). So, if you're spoiler-averse, run. I'll also be spoiling everything that came before. You've been forewarned!

Ready to see how Tim and Lucy's first Valentine's as a couple pans out? Me, too! Let's dive in.

Chenford In Lucy's Bed

No music to lead us into tonight's episode. Only the sounds of the streets. Honking. Cars. Barking dogs. Crickets that have apparently gotten into Lucy's apartment only.

But, anyway, we're not listening to a jamming soundtrack. We're listening to life. It's the sounds a sleeping person might hear in the night.

That's what makes the first sound we hear so jarring. We are with Tim and Lucy in that moment, the harsh buzzing sound of a vibrating, moving phone atop a nightstand.

They've immersed us in this world with them.

And, before I get too swept away... Tim and Lucy in Lucy's bed! To be honest, my very first thought was, "How does he fit in that bed?!".

Of course it's doable, but I've never shared a bed with someone taller than me. Matthew and I are almost the same height! And he complains because I like my feet at the bottom and he likes his head at the top. Learning to share a blanket has been a feat in our marriage!

But Tim and Lucy seem to be sharing the bed well enough—except Lucy is on his side.

Look, it's her bed, so she gets first rights to choosing a side. But I still think it's hilarious they both usually sleep on that side of the bed.

The buzzing sound wakes them. And I gotta ask Lucy what kind of battery she's got in that phone, because it can't be the standard model.

Girlfriend has that phone in her hand all the time during the day, and here she doesn't even have a charge cord in it overnight. That's witchcraft!

"Who is it?" "I don't know" "Hello?" "Loca, you gotta stop texting..."

Lucy jumps up fast. It only takes a second for the wheels to start moving, and she leaps to her dresser, tugging out clothes.

And… I kinda hope a drawer or two belongs to her man. Just sayin’.

"What's happening?" "PUC I trained with distress call. He needs a covert rescue." *Tim sits up* "What are you doing?" "Backing you up."

There's no hesitation in this man, and I can I hear her "thank you" in her look. These two are a team. And while he knows she can handle herself, they both know it's better to have backup.

Lucy's Driving Tim's Ride

Alright, I gotta laugh a little, because my first thought I wrote on this scene (no joke) is, "All about putting Tim in small places today." Seriously. We've taken possibly the tallest member of the cast and put him into all the tiny places and it's cracking me up.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way. Can. We. Talk. About. Lucy!?!

She rolls up into this situation completely in characters, already deep in her backstory and ready to help her friend out of a jam. It's great to get to see her use her UC chops, again.

"Damn You came in hot. Damn." "All clear."

Lucy makes it clear she's not alone. That's a good thing.

Also, I saw a lot of people over on the Twitterverse commenting on him calling her "hot", but this might be a language barrier since this is a turn of phrase. It usually has to do with coming in "guns blazing" or in an otherwise crazy manner.

He's not calling her hot. Well... not yet.

"I'm impressed you managed to scrounge up a backup this fast." "Yeah, I mean, it helps he was sleeping in my bed." "Oh. Oh, you're that Bradford."

Excuse me!? That Bradford?! As in... she talked about Tim!?

"Curious to hear what that means." "No."

I want to know, too! Was Lucy talking about Tim at UC when she was still dating Chris? What was being said that finding out he was in her bed made it all make sense?

Like, hearing "Bradford" didn't click it. It was that he was in her bed.

Did she not talk about Chris at all because she was at UC School and didn't feel the need to fill everyone in on the boyfriend she was bored with? I mean, I get it. I didn't mention my boyfriend when I first met Matt.

No, I wasn't devising a cheating plot or anything. I simply didn't mention the guy because I knew that I was breaking up with him next time I saw him.

Of course, I didn't anticipate Matthew asking me out before that, but "Rejection Day" became the day he proposed three years later, so it all worked out alright for him, I suppose.

And it all worked out for Lucy and "that Bradford", too.

There better be some fics out here that fill in the blanks, because this is another one of those episodes where I have a lot of question marks remaining long after the credits roll.

"Damn it's good to see you hot pants. " "Hot pants." "It's an inside joke."

Inside jokes I get, but it seems like she might explain that one to Tim sometime. Like, I had a nickname at uni from my buddy Sam. We never had interest in one another, but he liked to call me Hot Stuff.

That is... until his Dance Appreciation class had to sit in on my Modern Dance class and he saw me in dance tights. Henceforth, I was Ghetto Booty.

Look, I'm Hispanic and in my thighs and bum... it shows.

No, Matthew never called me either name. So, I get having nicknames and weird in-jokes with someone you'd never be interested in dating. But I do hope she clued Tim in later.

Wesley Hires a Bristow

Is this Sydney's second secret sister? Fellow Alias fans know what I mean. But, as soon as I heard the name I started chuckling aloud, hoping it was a reference.

"You're kidding. Thanks." "Kidding about what" "Uh nothing."

What the hell just went down? Because on this show "nothing" never means nothing. Tim is clearly upset about something.

"You left so early." *arm touch* "I had this whole Valentine's breakfast planned."

D'aww. I mean, that's super cute. I'm kinda sad that Tim missed out on it, but I'm also eager for Tim to cook for Lucy. It's one of those things that I love about them—they both cook.

When Matthew and I met he claimed he could cook one things—eggs. Spoiler Alert: he could not cook eggs.

"Uh, you were up late. I let you sleep."

Marry him. Immediately. That is seriously husband material, right there.

Like, one of the sweetest things Matthew can do for me is let me sleep in. Even before we had kids, he'd let me sleep in and I treasured it.

Lucy, marry that man as soon as you can. He's a keeper!

He's also super on edge. He's looking all around like he doesn't know how to feel comfortable in his own skin.

"We didn't keep you up, did we? " "No, it's fine." *she stops him with a touch* "Hey. Are you okay?" "Yeah. Fine."

You are not fine. You are so fucking far from fine that "fine" is in another zip code. And Lucy knows it.

This girl speaks Tim like no other. So when her man's upset, she knows it. Remember, she "rode long enough with" Tim to know when he's upset. And Tim is upset.

But right now, he wants to focus on work.

"Finally. I'll get right to it."

Grey was not happy Chenford was late getting in. Yikes! Just how late did he let her sleep in!?

"Bradford. Chen. Hold back."

I can hear the kids in elementary school now. "Oooohhh, Lucy and Tim are in truuuubullll!"

In reality, it's just Tim. And poor Tim is already on-edge, and you can hear it coming out in his conversation with Grey.

"I want metro to be ready to move on these guys at a moment's notice." ... "That's why you'll be riding with Chen and Foster today, so there'll be no delays."

From the promos, I was curious how we ended up with these two riding together, again. And, I'm not mad at it, at all!

Shop Talk has been a big deal with these two over the years. So, I'm sure it'll be juicy.

"Everybody adores me, right?" *shoulder touch* "Yup."

Or... not. Tim's barely staying a thing even when he has the chance to compliment his lady.

He's not happy. Lucy is trying to be cordial to her friend and also get through to her boyfriend, but right now attempting both isn't helping her with Tim.

Lucy pulls away from Tim and turns to talking work, which she hopes might work better on Tim. Whatever's bothering him, it's deep. She's going to have to ease him into it.

"We broke up. Well, she broke up with me."

Very similar dialogue to the "Tim tells Lucy about the Ashley breakup" scene. It jumped out at me immediately. I'm not sure if that was an unintentional happenstance, or a reference to the fact that Noah simply wasn't with the right person.

Your guess is as good as mine.

"I'm starting to think the undercover life isn't conducive to a happy relationship."

Tim's. Face. Because he knows all about this. Tim was married to a UC and it didn't go well. And while I think it's a little harsh to blame UC on a relationship ending, we're building quite the use case reference here.

Nyla and her ex. Tim and his ex. Noah and his ex.

If the show's trying to make a point with this, I'm suddenly nervous about Tim and Lucy's path when I haven't been before.

Lucy deserves the chance to go deep cover if she wants it. And Tim would understandably have reservations.

I won't pretend I haven't fantasized about Season 5 ending with Lucy going deep cover and us coming back to Season 6 with a time-jump. But since we haven't yet heard word about Season 6 at all, I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs and hoping Chenford simply survive until the end of the season.

Look, I've got a lot of ship trauma. I want to fully trust, but like my friend Tim, here, I'm not always the best at trust.

"Well, I mean, that probably depends on the couple." "Is that why you're still on Patrol?"

Oooh. Noah just accused Lucy of putting her career on pause for Tim. Yikes.

And, to Lucy's point, I haven't seen her offered a lot of UC this season. It's not like she's been turning offer after offer down, fending off assignments with a stick.

Lucy loves UC and she definitely wants to do it. It's true that she might not be going after those assignments because she's caught in the throes of new love and wants to get this on a solid footing first.

And I think that's important. Because, I feel a big Lucy UC assignment coming. Yes, my feelings could be as unreliable as the Psychic Network, but it does make sense narratively.

"...you were by far the most talented cop at UC school. Be a shame if you didn't take the plunge."

Tim glances over at Lucy, and she has her "pensive" face on. She's considering Noah's words, and I think it's fair that she does.

Look, Tim's advanced his career (unknowingly with Lucy's help) and it's about time Lucy had the opportunity to advance hers.

I'm not a fan who's ready for Tim and Lucy to settle down in a three bedroom home with a meyer lemon tree in the backyard tending babies all day.

And I say this lovingly as a very active mother of three. Lucy deserves the chance to go after what she wants out of her career. I'm blessed to have the kind of husband who supports me working and going after my passions.

I very famously turned down a steady gig to go freelance almost six years ago. I told him I thought it was a better choice. His response? "I disagree, but I support your decision."

Husband of the year, right there. I want Lucy to feel fulfilled career-wise. But I have a feeling this is going to be a future source of angst for Tim and Lucy—and rightfully so.

Tim's reservations are completely understandable. I mean, we've already mentioned the three relationships in their friend circle negatively impacted by UC.

Now, was UC the contributing factor to these relationships ending? Probably not. But it is a commonality that can cloud the fact that each of these relationships likely had other issues.

But I can completely understand how Tim might miss those subtleties. And that's going to be a source of conflict for these two, I think. We'll see if I'm right... only a handful of episodes left in the season!

"Why are you so cranky? First Valentine's Day. You should be basking in the glow of new love." "That's right. What are you guys doing tonight?" "We are not talking about Valentine's Day plans on an open channel."

Tim appreciates that, at least. Look, I love these scenes where the Found Family all get to interact, even if it's only over the radio. But, he has a point, and Lucy comes in to back him up.

They've got each other's backs... even when one of them is obviously pissed and closed off.

But Lucy watches Tim as Grey talks. She's trying to figure him out, because he's barely looking at her. He's barely talking.

And while we all know that Tim isn't the most talkative of guys in the Shop, he usually talks to Lucy. Right now, he's erected an invisible wall between them, and while Lucy can't see it, she can feel the heat of the electricity running through it.

*arm touch* "Out with it." "What?" "What is wrong with you today?" "Nothing." "Bull. "

First off, on this show nothing is ever nothing. Second, have you ever wished that they could just say bullshit on network television? Like, I know there's S&P to deal with, but wouldn't it feel good!?

I remember how excited we all were when Mulder could say "dicking around" in the first X-Files movie when we saw it in theaters. Yes, I'm that old.

But Melissa O'Neil puts as much as she can behind that "bull" so we totally know Lucy Chen is thinking the rest. Like usual, Lucy's calling Tim on his shit.

"Is it Noah? Are you jealous?"

Not like usual, she's actually wrong about what's bothering Tim.

"This is about you going behind my back to get me into Metro." "I did not... " *look from Tim*

Oooh, he's pissed. And, look, I know I talked a lot about wanting Tim to find out he was loved, but finding out that his girlfriend went behind his back to manipulate the situation when he thought he'd earned his place? Ooof. Yeah, that stings.

Think about the moment he got to tell Lucy he got into Metro. He was over-the-moon. He talked about the "rockstar review" he received from Grey and Lucy confirmed it by telling him that he was amazing.

He actually wanted to go out and celebrate himself. Do you know how big that is for someone who grew up with trauma and abuse?

I still struggle with buying myself a dress that isn't off the thrift store rack because I don't know if it's worth it to spend money on myself after I was called selfish as a child. Tim had a father who beat into his head (literally) that he was worthless, without value, and broken.

But for one fleeting second, Tim felt like everything was right in the world. And now that memory is tainted.

Because he didn't earn his place. Right? His girlfriend manipulated it, word has somehow gotten out, and now he has to worry about his manipulation because nobody's going to believe he's good enough.

Tim is so in his own head about this that he can't see it through Lucy's lens. He only has his own, and he's frustrated and fumbling.

"I had to do something. You were miserable riding that desk. " "Okay. Fine. But how do you think that makes me look?" "What?" "How does that make me look? My girlfriend has to solve my problems for me?"

Tim relying on others has never been his strong suit. We know he doesn't ask for help. He doesn't think he deserves it, too often, but he also thinks it makes him look weak.

Again, this is side effects of the trauma he received as a child backed up by a society that emphasizes strong, tough men who don't cry because somehow emotion is a sign of weakness.

Also, can we talk about Tim calling her his girlfriend!? All I need now is for Lucy to introduce Tim as her boyfriend. Yes, I know she told Noah that Tim was in her bed, but I like hearing the labels from her because she's the one who always shied away from them.

Tim is different. But right now Tim is pissed.

"Please tell me this is not some fragile male ego thing." "That is not what's happening here."

He stated it at the top of the conversation—she went behind his back. She lied to him. She feigned ignorance when he told her about it. She manipulated the situation and he was left to find out about it from someone else.

I always wanted Tim to find out... but not like this. Yikes.

I also think Tim might feel like his place was handed to him instead of earned. He is mad that others are going to look at him like we do university students whose parents bribed the admissions' office... with skepticism that they should be there at all.

We, gentle readers, know that's not how it went down. But Tim is hurting and often when we are hurting we shut others out and stew. Tim's practically the king of that.

"Come on! We were just trying to help." "We? Who else was involved?" "Did I say we? Me. Me was trying to help. I was trying to help."

Girl, your ass was just saved by your Backseat Buddy. Although, listening to Lucy talk like Elmo for a second had me rolling.

Tim passes a glare Lucy's way, but she completely misses it. And something about the look that Eric Winter puts into his eyes is completely different from all the glaring Tim has done at Lucy in this Shop before.

And, yes, I'm aware that sounds mental. But it definitely feels more... personal. More raw. More hurt than angry.

Tim's Office

Before we go any further, I have to compare this to 5x09 when she stepped into Grey's office to tell Tim that she'd released the Fourth String Quarterback from her life.

She knocked at the door before coming in. But, here, she slips in as easily as she would her own home. There's comfort, here. Even though they're fighting, she doesn't feel unwelcome. She doesn't feel out of place.

And that confidence in their relationship is sexy as hell. Lucy isn't spiraling because they had a fight. She knows they will get through this. That they are worth it.

Tim's the one who said it back in 5x08 and now they are living it. Tim and Lucy are worth the risk.

"I get why you're angry. Even though you were miserable as court liaison and I spear-headed an almost impossible five person trade to save you, I shouldn't have done it all behind your back."

That was the first thing he said when he told her what was wrong. He was left out of the loop. He was lied to. By the one person he trusts most.

Remember how much I hated all the lying in that episode? Lying catches up to you, even if it's well-intentioned. I guess I don't feel so weird about being so bothered by it seeing that Tim is similarly bothered.

And Tim appreciates Lucy understanding why he is bothered.

"Is that an apology?" "Yes." "Good." "Noo."

I'm having whiplash between so many episodes... Post DOD chat and 5x09 first scene for the "Good". 5x08 for Lucy answering "yes" then "no" to Tim.

Seriously, I think my neurons temporarily short-circuited on that one, because I missed most of the rest of this the first time around, even with subtitles on (because I transcribe live while I watch).

"Because you never would have let me work my magic if I had told you. And then I would have ended up transferring to another station to save you from yourself. And... this worked out so much better. And if you can't see that I'm sorry not sorry."

I'm dying laughing at this. Simply because Lucy started as many sentences with "And" in a short span as I always do. Seriously. Take a look at these Metas. I'm not unaware.

But this is also so her. And when she's being this damn cute, it's hard for Tim to be mad.

That, and she's right. This did work out well, and whatever temporary feelings he has about it, they'll disappear with time. Because he did earn his place. He is amazing. And Lucy acted with love, even if she might not have done it in the best way.

Lucy is more important than the job to him. We already know that.

"Okay..." *giggle* "I accept your non-apology."

Oh, she knew she had him as soon as he cracked that smile. That's why she giggled. I love giggly-in-love-Lucy. It's one of my favorite things.

Like, Melissa O'Neil has imbued Lucy with the cutest giggle known to man, and I smile every time I hear it. It's like Pavlov's Bell, except instead of salivating, I'm beaming.

"Good." "Good."

Are we in a performance of The Court Jester, here? Much as I love that movie, I wasn't expecting to be thrown into it with Chenford. Not ever.

Wow, I need to watch that movie, again, soon. Trust me. Danny Kaye is a treasure.

"So, are we going to dinner or what?" "We are. But your outfit is missing a little something." "What?"

Our girl is fiiiine, Tim. What the hell are you talking about?

Lucy's eyes fall on the box, and she's completely surprised. Remember, this is the girl who had to convince Tim to buy his girlfriend Rachel a birthday present.

Valentine's isn't even a cake holiday, and Tim's here with a jewelry box for his woman?

Endgame. Energy. Tim and Lucy are meant to be, forever and ever.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Lucy looks at that man like she's ready to marry him right there in his office. The nicest thing he's gifted her before was a sweet final review. And when it comes to picking presents, he's been pretty awful.

Remember, Lucy has had a front-row view to his last three relationships. She didn't expect anything from Tim.

But it's not all those other women. It's Lucy. And since she's had a front-row seat in the past, she knows that this is different for Tim. Tim is doing something for her he wouldn't have done for the others.

And she knows that. She knows how much he loves her, even if they haven't yet said the words. And as she gazes up at him, savoring him before even glimpsing at the gift, she knows she loves him, too.

Because, no matter what he gave her, the gift is in the giving. Tim Bradford went out of his way to ensure she had a present to open. And she will remember how this moment feels the rest of her life.

And I'm now hyper-aware of all my "and" starting sentences.

Back to Tim and Lucy:

"Oh, wow. It's beautiful."

Whatever it is. Look, I don't mean to be cynical or critical, but I seriously have no idea what that necklace is, but I'm so happy Lucy loves it!

"Did you pick this out yourself?" "I did. is that shocking?" "No. You clearly have good taste."

Just wait until the ring, baby! Because we all know that can't be far behind!

And I'm not trying to marry them off, or anything. I'm just saying, we just got confirmation from the woman herself that Tim has good taste. So, when he takes a little trip to the ring counter, we know it's gonna be good.

And just as she once did with her best friend, who is now sadly gone, Lucy sweeps her hair out of the way so he can put the necklace around her neck.

Tim murmurs a "thank you" as Lucy starts to shift gears in her mind. He's standing amazingly close, his hands grazing her neck. He even ensures the charm is centered on her throat before pulling away.

That detail is so personal, and I'm curious if that was actor-choice, director-choice, or script-choice because it makes the moment for me.

"Do you want to skip dinner?"

No. She. Didn't. It's her "Do you wanna come in?" voice. Same cadence, too! Girl wants him just as bad now as she did then.

Tim looks to her, like he's briefly considering it.

"No. I'm hungry, and you're gonna need that fuel for later."

Chenford, meet makeup sex.

Tim touches her back as he shimmies out of his mini office (it really is the day for putting Timmy in Tiny places), leaving her breathless.

Her hand is already on her necklace, holding onto the charm—a physical touchstone to remind her of his love for her. Because he bought this gift for her.

The price tag doesn't matter. The intention does. He somehow did this surreptitiously as an act of love.

Lucy has never felt this loved. We know about the guy who made her sob in her car, the one who cheated on her while she was living with him, Nolan and his easy dumping of her, Emmett and his easy dumping of her, and then Curried Chris who loved an idea of her... not her.

Tim Bradford loves Lucy Chen. She smiles to herself as she follows after him because this mixed feeling of being turned on by an act of love is new. It's the layers that all her relationships before lacked.

Tim and Lucy walked into this relationship already very layered people with a layered relationship. So, it makes sense that their shared romance is also layered.

And they just survived their first fight as a couple. And they are stronger for it.

And... there are too many sentences starting with "and".

Thank you so much for reading and spending this time with me.

I've seen some folks on the Twitterverse complaining about a lack of kiss. Considering tonight might be the first time I remember seeing James and Nyla kiss, I'm not freaking out that we didn't get a kiss. We got a lot.

This episode was packed with Chenford moments. Sleeping together. Waking up together. Having each other's back. Lucy touching Tim every five seconds. First fight as a couple (because their first fight was the first day they met). A freakin' Valentine's Day gift, and it's a necklace. And Tim put it on her. And they're going to dinner, which means they've had reservations a while because they're a pill to get for big romance days.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie #Meta #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy

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thelikesoffinn · 4 months

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Hello Finn 🪻 I have a question about Astarion and I really enjoying your Analyse so I hope you can help me! And sorry if my Englisch is weird but it is not my mother tongue so it a bit hard but anyway my question is: Is astarion regret killing Cazador? Because I watch a let's play and there the Player just finished the Cazador Story and Astarion seemed very sad and back in camp he said that it is stupid to think about him despite the death and now I'm confused. So is he regretting? Thank you 😊

Hello there, sweetheart!

So first of: Please don't worry. English isn't my native either, so I totally get it!

And then to your question:

I don't think regret is the issue here, no.

His mood after Cazador's death is far from the happy "I'M FINALLY FREE!"-attitude one might expect and that is based on a thousand factors at once.

Before even getting to Cazador, he was faced with a very harsh truth about his own dealings - seven thousand harsh truths. So he's burdened by that. He's faced down his abuser only to be mocked further. He was, once again, confronted with the very true possibility of death. His life was, once again, in someone else's hand for a short moment. He had to fight, and he had to make a huge decision right there after.

There's a lot happening in a very short amount of time, a lot he has to deal with, and he's probably shocked, overwhelmed, and panicked. But that isn't even all.

Astarion is mourning, too.

He's not mourning Cazador, the man that tortured and abused him for so many years, no. He's mourning himself.

Astarion mentions it himself at various points in the game, but he was in the prime of his life when he was turned.

He was a very young elf, only 39, when a group of Gur attacked him and beat him to deaths door over a decision he'd made as magistrate. He was only 39 when he was forced to choose between becoming a spawn or dying a horrible, unfair death.

And no man is an island - Astarion might've had family or friends, pets or even lovers. He probably had plans for himself, goals he wanted to achieve and places he wanted to see. He had an entire life to live, a life he was forced to abandon because someone else made it necessary.

He's mourning that, the man he never got to be, and the things he'll never be able to regain. He's mourning all the pain he had to endure in his second life, the things he had to face under Cazadors reign and all that it cost him.

He's mourning everything - what was, what is and what could never be.

But why is he mourning? He's free now, right? He can now do the things he always wanted to. He even got his revenge, so he should be fine, right?

Well...wrong. That is not how trauma; how healing works and that is the reality he's now faced with.

Those who've faced abuse often live with a "Once I get there" mindset. It's a very normal way of trying to cope, of trying to hold on and keep going. They tend to cling to the idea that once they get to a certain point or achieve a certain goal, they'll be fine.

Once I can move out, I'll be fine.

Once I graduate, I'll be free.

Once I get my revenge, I'll be okay again.

People tend to think that the removal of a stressor is enough to make everything okay because that is usually how stress works. And yes, it's faulty thinking but it's completely normal and very common - I believed in it, most of my clients believe in it and Astarion very much believed the same.

I'd go as far as to say that he desperately tried to delude himself deeper into that sort of thinking. (Also very common behaviour.)

If, for example, you go and deal with Lorroakan before dealing with Cazador, we can get a tiny glimpse of that.

Dame Aylin is not as elated and happy after the battle, and Astarion notices. He comments on it, and you, as Tav, can say something along the lines of how revenge may not be all it's hyped up to be or ask him if he's worried he's going to feel the same. Astarion almost immediately draws back and denies it - it will be great, Aylin is probably just tired. His revenge will be the most amazing day of his life and super satisfying, and he'll enjoy it a ton.

Now, after his revenge, he's faced with the ugly truth. Revenge truly isn't all it is said to be.

The conversation you mention is probably the day after, the one where he wonders why he is still thinking about Cazador. Cazador is dead, and he should be done with it, but he clearly isn't.

And that is something he didn't want to see before.

Revenge doesn't magically heal him. His wounds don't suddenly disappear, and everything that happened doesn't suddenly fade to nothingness just because he finally got to kill Cazador.

It's all still there, it still hurts, and he's still not okay.

That is the thing that's hurting him, the thing that could be taken for regret.

It's not truly regret.

It's just the behaviour of a man who is still in pain after all he had to do. Who hoped he'd be cured by doing this thing - a thing that was difficult and painful and terrifying - only to be let down.

It's just Astarion, realising that healing will take time, and nothing, no revenge in all the realms, will change that.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #astarion #astarion ancunin #i hope that answered your question!#if not hit me up and I'll try again!

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So I finished ep 3 of osnf.

First of all what the fuck second of all what the fuck third of all did it have to be spiders?? That's like. Awful. Actually awful. I've made it a point to not read the titles of the episodes before watching (if I can avoid glancing at it) so I go in as blind as possible and eeughhh. Actual nightmare scenario. Except I think the whole series is a nightmare scenario so that's kind of a moot point but come on.

Anyway uh. That was devastating. What finally got me choked up was in ep 4 when Ceasar is standing above Christopher's grave and says, "It's cold, Dad. It's cold inside, too. But I think you'll keep me warm." Fuckkkkkk. (This probably isn't an exact quote, I'm going based off of memory. It was a gut punch, is my point. I don't cry at movies/books/etc very easily so choked up is as far as I usually get and it's still saying something.)

Goddddd and the fact that Christopher died, and then it was Liz's turn, and then she got the monster in the head and killed it. That would be the second time she's a moment too late in saving one of her friends. The. Second. Time. (The first being with Daniel in the bunker, saying Gabriel's name too late.) If she'd done it moments sooner, then all of the tiny spiders devouring Christopher would have exploded, and he'd be in critical condition, but he would've been alive. Also, Liz dragging an unconscious Thiago away from the monster's remains after being a second too late is such a hard-hitting moment of deja vu. Christ.

While I'm so so so sad that Christopher is gone (he was such a golden-hearted man, ueueue), I'm equally glad that he gets a final moment in the beginning of ep 4 with Thiago. Because when ep 3 ended, I sat there feeling like Christopher's sacrifice was in vain. Like, he didn't kill it, and he really didn't do much to hinder the spider during the chase. Like, it was *this* close to devouring Ceasar before Liz fired her second flare, finally killing it.

However, with the beginning of ep 4, we see that Christopher grabbing Thiago's hoodie actually meant Christopher stopped him from passing through that "door" in the maze, which he probably wouldn't have come back from. Christopher helped Thiago hold on for those extra vital seconds before Liz finally killed the spider. Also, we get to have some final words from Christopher, as well as a final moment between him and Thiago, which is really nice since Thiago's character had to take a back seat for a couple sessions due to complications, and their characters have shared history concerning Thiago's father. All in all, Christopher's death was a lot more satisfying than it could have been. (Also I was SO happy to see Christopher one last time at the beginning of ep 4. I'm gonna miss him so much </3)

#osnf #osnf spoilers #dont mind me im just rambling #im loving this series so much. im still watching ep4 atm and im excited to see where this goes.#liz and jyoui are drunk as skunks and are NOT handling the situation well. oh boy.#also everyone (gm included) getting choked up / crying during the burial like. yyeah.#curlyosnf

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boliv-jenta · 11 months

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Lucien Flores x f!reader ft Dieter Bravo

Part of the Exposed Masterlist

Set in the Wardrobe Universe

WC:3.3k

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal fingering. Cum eating. Anxiety.

Summary: Lucien gets some great advice from an unlikely source.

The Big Oh

"Hey, man! Come in, just close the gate behind you. We have a rogue goat with an attitude problem. She likes to eat the neighbours grass. It's always greener, right?" Dieter was even more hyper verbal than usual.

Truth be told, he was a little bit nervous. His wife had been encouraging him to make new friends. Dieter had no trouble making friends wherever he went. The articles written after the jobs he had were always filled with stories from his co-stars about how personable and professional he was. A long cry from the stories that they used to be filled with. His co-workers had genuine affection for him, but they were often from the other side of the country or even the world. When he wasn't working the last few years, which wasn't much, especially after that second Oscar, he was with family. His wife thought it would be nice if he had someone that he could just call to hang out with. Lucien had sprung to mind immediately when she had mentioned it over breakfast one morning. Every conversation Dieter had had with him had been enjoyable. They shared the same passion for art, for their work. Lucien had a great sense of humour. It was more subtle than Dieter's. He had a sharp wit and didn't miss a thing. That's probably why people resonated with his cartoon. He saw life as it was at its roots. The commonalities we all face. Whether we're a successful Hollywood actor or an aspiring artist.

"Can I get you a drink? Some hot? Cold? I don't drink any more but we have alcohol somewhere." Lucien looked at the clock on the wall that read 11.07. "I don't drink either, water would be good. Thanks."

Dieter disappeared out of one of the living room doors. His place was smaller than Lucien expected but it was still huge. The living room was sparsely decorated. There were two bookcases on either side of a very modern looking fireplace. Three sofas bordered a coffee table creating a little seating area. There were a couple of dressers against two walls and the third was a huge set of bifolding doors. One of them was open, allowing Lucien to hear the bleating of the goats that Dieter had mentioned. Lucien pondered the lack of personal touches as Dieter returned. He carried a tray with two bottles of water, two glasses and a bucket of ice. He set it down on the coffee table "Need anything else? Are you hungry?"

Lucien smiled up at him, where he stood looking ready to sprint off at a moment's notice to fulfil any requests. "I'm good, thank you."

Dieter visibly relaxed. "Sorry, I'm acting weird, right? I just got all up in my head about this." Sitting down he shook his head. "I haven't made a friend, independently of my wife, since I've been sober. I've forgotten how raw everything feels when you're not high. I have this massive need to impress you."

"I feel like I'm the one that needs to impress. You're successful in your career. I'm just a guy that couldn't do what he wanted and fell into another career."

"That you are successful at and adored by so many fans for. Don't sell yourself short! And for the record, acting wasn't my first career choice. I got into it as a therapy of sorts. I worked through my angst by playing characters that got to let their's out. I wanted to be an artist too."

"I heard that you paint."

"I try to when I get a minute. Do you want to see my studio?"

"Sure." Lucien tried not to sound too over eager. Seeing a new artist's work for the first time was always a rush for him.

Dieter led Lucien down a path, passed some goats. Some tiny pigs. Two Alpacas, that Lucien side stepped to avoid. Before coming to a small building set back in the trees. Dieter opened the door and gestured for Lucien to go first. Lucien had wondered where all the personality was in their home. He had found it. Each wall had multiple paintings hung on them. There were so many different art styles. The painting ranged from vivid and bold colourful pieces to more muted still life's. One large piece was still on the canvas, it was clearly a work in progress. The partial outline was distinctly feminine, she appeared to be naked and straddling something. The whole painting consisted of multiple vertical lines. Her outline was created by contrasting colours continuing that line. Each perpendicular colour was chosen to blur into each other. It was a vibrant piece.

"Do you like it?" Dieter asked almost shyly.

Lucien realised he'd been staring. "It's beautiful. You have a way with colour."

"Thank you. I can't take all the credit. I have a beautiful muse. That's my wife. All of the nude ones are. She let's me capture our more intimate moments as long as they aren't too explicit." As Dieter spoke Lucien looked around, his eyes lingered on an abstract piece that he reminded him of something he couldn't quite place. It was only as Dieter revealed the nature of his paintings that it became clear to Lucien that it was clearly a woman's face as she gave a blow job.

"Oh." Was all Lucien could think to say.

"Sorry. Was that an overshare?" Dieter winced.

"No, you're good. I like art with truth in it."

"Good." Dieter sighed. "So what are you painting?"

"Honestly? My love life going down in literal flames. It might be a little on the nose but it was cathartic." Lucien gave a little half laugh.

Dieter stepped forward a little. "Do you want to talk about it? The love life bit I mean?"

Lucien opened his mouth then hesitated to speak. When he took a breath instead Dieter offered him something else instead. "Hey, do you want to work on something now?"

Dieter fetched a fresh canvas and set it up next to his. "Here." He gestured to the paints and tools on his trolley now in between the two canvases. A small paint splattered radio was on top. Dieter switched it on low. Classic music flowed from it.

"Alright." Lucien smiled as he got to work. He let it all out his frustrations at himself. His worries, he poured it onto the canvas for a good half an hour. Even though it felt like minutes. When it really started to take shape Dieter couldn't help but make a comment. "That bad, huh?"

Lucien calmed the heavy breaths he didn't realise he had been taking. "Maybe. No, not really. My head just runs away with itself. Things were going really well and I put too much pressure on it and myself then I couldn't…" Lucien stopped himself from over sharing but Dieter just stood there patiently. Since they were standing in a room filled with paintings of his wife in various sex acts Lucien figured it wouldn't be all that shocking an admission, besides he needed some advice. "...I couldn't perform."

"Ah, so that's the reason behind Claude suddenly feeling more emotional and less horny."

"Pretty much. I saw a future beyond just sex with her and now I can't give her either. Sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you all this."

"Because I wanted you to. That's what friends are for, right? I knew something was weighing on you. Guys don't usually look that forlorn staring at my naked wife. So when you couldn't…what happened next?"

"She left. She was understanding and told me to rest. She's texted me a few times and I don't know how to respond. I've known this woman a week and I feel more for her than I have for any woman I have my entire adult life. That's crazy, right?"

"No, that's love. Or the beginnings of it. We fall in love over time because we get to know each other more. We find things in common. Quirks to love. All things we can detail but there's always that one part that we can't put our finger on. That part that makes love bigger than the sum of its parts. The thing that makes each love unique. The thing that makes you take risks for it. I think that's always there. Even in the beginning."

"Wow." Lucien breathed. "Maybe you should write the next episode. I've never thought about love like that."

"Neither did I. Then I had an incredible teacher." He looked to his canvas and smiled softly.

"I was scared to chase her off but telling her all this but I guess if it does scare her off, it wasn't meant to be. Better to be honest now than live a happy lie."

"Claude really needs that line. And you need to call her."

"You're right. Thanks, man."

"No problem. If it works out you can invite her over. We have a sex room that you can use."

Lucien's jaw went slack as he blinked at the other man.

"Now, that might have been an over share." Dieter made his way to the door. "The offer still stands though. It had a sex swing. I'll give you some privacy." As the door closed Lucien pulled out his phone. You answered on the fourth ring. "Hello?"

"Hey. Have..have you got time to talk?"

"Sure. I'd like to talk to you since you haven't answered any of my messages."

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to say."

"I'm sorry. I get that things can be overwhelming when you are anxious. I was just scared. I like you and I didn't know if this was over or…"

"Do you want it to be over?"

"No! No, I just thought you might be trying to peter things out."

"Shit. I'm sorry. No. I don't want to peter things out. I know it sounds crazy but I feel like there's something special here. I want to explore it."

"It's not crazy. Or it is and we're just both crazy. I want to see where things go too. Dinner tonight? My place?"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

"I'll text you the address. I'll see you around 6.30?"

"I'll see you then. Bye."

"Bye."

He could hear the smile in your voice as you hung up.

A knock at the door sounded. "Yeah?" Lucien called.

Dieter slipped through the door carrying a white paper bag. "How did the call go?"

"Good. We're having dinner at her place tonight." Lucien could barely contain his grin.

"That's great! I made a start on lunch if you're hungry and I grabbed you a bag we give out at our sex parties. We keep those quiet nowadays. Hence the inconspicuous bag. There's a little something in there to help you along if you need it."

It was an odd gift to receive but Lucien was genuinely touched. "Thank you."

"Just be careful with the timing of those things. I took one by accident once, right before a big sex scene or so I thought..." Dieter trailed off into his memory "...actually that turned out pretty well."

Lucien raised his eyebrows in question. "It was the first time I felt like my wife really cared about me. I mean she was always caring but she was like that with everyone. This time she helped me get off so I didn't ruin my big scene. Afterwards she let me hold her. We even had a little nap together. She was so fricken cute in my arms, sleeping peacefully. I just watched her for like an hour. I should have known then that we had something special. Three years in and it still feels special."

Lunch with Dieter was great. He was a good cook. He made steak and served it with salad. He made mocktails and served apple pie that his wife had baked. The conversation was easy. A little break from his thoughts was what Lucien needed.

When he arrived at your place he felt more positive about everything, like he could keep his thoughts in check. That seemed a little less certain when you opened the door in a little sundress. The thin straps and cut of the top showed you weren't wearing a bra. The hem skimmed your mid-thigh. It should be enough to half him squirming in his tightening jeans. Yet he wasn't. One thing at a time he told himself. Firstly, he had to apologise. Then you could have a nice date. It didn't have to be about sex.

"Is this too much? I wanted to look nice. Now I'm seeing that this looks like I'm dressed for easy access. I'm not expecting anything, there's no pressure." You suddenly became self conscious. Generally you were confident but surely everyone gets nervous when they really want something.

Lucien's hand came to cup your cheek. "You look beautiful. I know there's no pressure but I would like to pick up where we left off. Bedroom?"

Lucien saw your breathing pick up, before you led him upstairs. Once you had reached the second floor, his hands and lips were on you like they had been the first time. It was all a passionate blur as you stumbled to your bedroom. The soft mattress was at your back. Strong hands delicately remove your panties before gripping your knees placed over even stronger shoulders. Your cunt leaked as a warm tongue ran up it. Your clit pulsed at the friction of it. Lights danced behind your eyes, clearing to reveal Lucien's beautiful face hovering over yours. His chin glistening with your release. The taste on it was soon on your tongue. Lucien lay between your legs as if he was preparing to enter you. One hand kept his body up off yours. Your body prepared to take him, arousal coated your warm channel. A tingle of expectation ran through you at the thought of his cock slowly pushing inside of you. To your surprise, it wasn't his cock that slowly opened you up. It was his fingers. Two thick fingers filled you as his thumb pressed your clit. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your shoulders as he began to thrust. He rocked his whole body behind his hand, driving his fingers deep. You'd never had sex like it before. He was still close and intimate, his body moving on top of yours. His lips hovered over yours in between kisses, savouring every gasped breath across them. He was still penetrativing you deliciously deep, still making love to you, just not with his penis. Considering how liberal minded you were it struck you as odd that you'd never thought of this as sex. Whatever it was classed as, it was doing it for you.

"Lucien. I'm gonna…" the rest was lost to a moan of his name.

His fingers gently worked you through your orgasm until you were completely wrung out beneath him. He lay on top of you dotting kisses over your warm skin. In your blissed out state it took a moment for you to recognise just how much of Lucien was pressed against you.

"Oh, you're…do you want…? I mean I could take care of you." A shyness unbecoming of a woman who just had three of a man fingers pumping in and out of her cunt came over you.

"I'm good. I'm just glad I can get it up." Lucien huffed a laugh while he readjusted himself. "I'm worried I'll lose it if we put too much pressure on things."

"I understand. No pressure." You had worked your way into his lap. "Thank you. That was…incredible." You sighed happily before kissing him. As the kiss got more heated you couldn't help rock your hips against him a little until…"Oh, shit." Lucien groaned, trembling between your thighs. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"What? Oh. Oh!"

"Great. I went from not excited enough to getting way too fucking excited."

"Yeah but it's really fucking hot."

"Really?"

"Really. Can I see?"

Lucien remembered your photo request as he stood undoing his jeans. A smirk bloomed inward at your apparent kink lining up with his. As soon as he pulled down his jeans and the dark spot on his grey boxer briefs was exposed, your face lit up. "Can I clean you up?"

There was no way he could refuse an offer like that. Your tongue lapped at his cum until he was clean and beginning to grow hard again. At that point he decided to quit while he was ahead and asked you to stop. You happily complied, swiping up the drops of him that had mixed with your saliva and escaped your mouth before pushing them back past your lips.

"Now that's the kind of energy I'd love for my art. I knew you were the perfect choice." The satisfied grin on his face made your heart flutter.

"Stop!" You couldn't help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. He was gorgeous, smart, funny and totally into you. That combined with the hormone still running through your system was enough to make you swoon like a lovesick teenager.

"I'm going to order some pizza and get a shower. You are welcome to join me. I have some clothes that will fit you if you want to stay over?" It may have been a little presumption but you didn't want him to leave.

"I actually have an overnight bag in my car."

"Hmm? For spontaneous overnight visits?" You quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. Well, ones to the hospital."

The lightness in your heart collapsd "Oh?"

"I have a couple of conditions. They're mainly kept in check. Since Covid I've kept a bag on hand in case the worst happened. It's not a big deal. I just like to be organised."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Is there anything I need to do? I don't test regularly any more or…" Concern had you on your feet and standing in front of him. Searching his face as if you were able to diagnose him with just a look.

"You're good." He wrapped you in his arms. "In the early days they didn't know how Covid would affect me so as a precaution they made me stay home for longer than everyone else. I couldn't go out in public for months. As they found out more about it they relaxed the rules. I could go out but masked up. Eventually, they said if I got my vaccines I would be fine. I did end up getting covid but I was fine."

"Wow. That must have been rough."

"It wasn't too bad and now it means I get to stay over without doing the walk of shame."

"Well that makes it all worth it I guess."

"Uh-huh." He replied, rubbing that perfectly carved nose over yours.

The two of you stood in each other's embrace for a long while. Crazy teenager crush aside, it was nice just to be held again. Affectionate moments were few and far between nearing the end of your last relationship. When the two of you decided to part it's with one last kiss.

With pizza order, you waited to see if Lucien wanted to take you up on that shower offer.

"I forgot, Dieter gave me this." He placed a small white bag on the counter next to his overnight bag.

"Advice, lunch, presents. He's a keeper. What is it?"

"It said it had stuff in it to help things along in the bedroom."

"Can I look?" Lucien nodded. "Oh, wow. Vibrating cock ring. Lube. Orgasm enhancer cream. Tingle massage oil. Nipple clamps. Viagra…"

"Yeah. He mentioned that. I didn't have the heart to tell him I can't take viagra. On top of the blood condition, I have a very slight heart condition." Shock and concern crossed your face. "It's not a problem but I stay away from anything that could potentially mess with my heart."

"Is there anything else you want to casually drop on me?"

"I'm not exactly a struggling artist. Technically I'm a millionaire."

"Oh!"

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#lucien flores x f!reader #lucien flores #the uninvited #dieter bravo #the bubble #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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kindred-sims · 1 year

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"I don't think I feel like going on a stroll today, Caleb, I'm sorry..."

Caleb had come into the parlor following the long work day to find his wife seated in the rocking chair he had built for her. He usually wouldn't think much of it, except she hadn't really moved from it from the entire day.

Which made him extremely worried.

"Are you feeling alright, Jo? Should I go get someone--"

"No. No, I'll be fine, I just--I think I just need to sit here for a while..."

Despite her assurances, it didn't ease Caleb's mind in the slightest. He ended up hitching the buggy and driving over to the O'Sullivan's home to fetch Maeve, in spite of Jo's continued protests that she was fine.

They both returned a few minutes later, Maeve looking appalled to find Jo still seated upright in the parlor.

"My goodness, you shouldn't be up right now!" she exclaimed. "Come along, love, we need to get you into bed."

"Why must everyone keep overreacting? I said I was perfectly fine--"

Jo was shortly proven wrong as she stood from the rocking chair, as a terrible wave of pain shortly overtook her. She cried out, nearly crumpling to the ground. Caleb was quick to assist his wife, holding her close and leading her into the bedroom, just as Maeve had instructed.

It was clear now, that the baby was coming, whether anyone was ready or not.

Jo had mostly been in denial of it all evening, trying to brush aside her pain as more typical pregnancy discomforts. It didn't fully sink in that she might be having the baby until she'd settled into bed, and the pain she'd experienced in the parlor only increased as the hours went on.

Unbearable torture was the only way she could describe it, as all she could do was writhe and scream with each contraction that shot through her body. It didn't feel as if it would ever end, and she was beginning to feel diminished, weakened. As if she would pass out at any given second.

"I don't think I can do this, Maeve," she tearfully confessed to her friend. "It hurts so much, I just want it to end."

"I know, dear, believe me, I know," Maeve grasped Jo's hand, squeezing it gently. "But I promise, it will all be worth it. You just wait and see, you'll forget about the pain soon enough..."

Meanwhile, outside of their room, Caleb was a wreck. He hadn't been very thrilled when Maeve had shooed him out, it was absolutely tearing him apart to have to stand out here and listen to his wife's anguished screams and be powerless to do anything about them.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to all the stories his mother told him, of the siblings he had lost before he himself had been born. He thought of Jo, terrified and in agony, and it was enough to make him start anxiously pacing the halls.

By the time he'd finally settled himself in the parlor, the screaming had subsided. He held his breath, tense, and nearly broke down in relief at the sound of a newborn letting out its first cry.

Maeve had come to meet him with a wide smile on her face, and led him back to the room. Jo was resting in bed, and beside her, lay a tiny, wriggling bundle.

"Its a beautiful, healthy girl," Maeve told him, as she picked the bundle up, carefully placing the infant in his arms. "And your wife did amazing, bless her soul. Congratulations, Caleb, you should be very proud."

"A girl..."

Caleb couldn't tear his eyes away from his daughter as she cooed in his arms, all his doubts, all his worries, slowly but surely fading away. He held the child close, his heart so full of love, so full of adoration he'd never felt until this exact moment.

"Hi...hello there, Caroline. Its so nice to finally meet you..."

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 history #ts4 historical #decades challenge #wakefield legacy #1890s

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aprillikesthings · 3 months

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ONE MORE TONIGHT because I remember I really like this episode :D

s2 ep5 White Out

will I hit the image limit with this one

EDIT: nope I post it early by accident, which means I have to reblog it anyway.

damn right, and I love how often Entrapta mentions this--that all experiments/research end with you learning SOMEthing even if it's not what you were hoping/looking for

Anyway they're in an icy wasteland of sorts and Entrapta is researching some First Ones' stuff under the ice and also there's some kind of big worm-like monster outside. All before the intro music.

Does She-Ra not feel the cold or what

I refuse to screenshot Scorpia's attempt at asking out Catra it's too painful

I knew it was the same thing that fucked with the robots and She-Ra in Dryl!!

I love how I can remember that this episode is the one where Adora acted SUPER violent and then really dumb and drunk but I couldn't remember WHY

but yeah telling this to Catra was A Mistake

Entrapta: "also she got very floppy"

FLOPPY?!

Side note, but it makes sense Catra hates it up there more than Scorpia or Entrapta; cats have a higher body temperature than humans. But wait, scorpions are cold-blooded? Maybe Catra's just a whiner about being cold. (So am I.)

I mean yeah Catra's being a dick here BUT THEN:

It took me WAY too many times to get that literal split-second of her reaction to Adora's voice before she gets herself back under control. Her ears even do a wiggle.

Look I know they were setting us up for these two to be endgame the whole time. But it still amazes me how much they made it so, SO OBVIOUS in all these little ways they could've skipped and didn't. The little ear wiggle and her tiny moment of shock? They didn't have to put it there, and they did. They could've just made her immediate reaction fury or frustration. But nope.

And we see her eyes narrow in a really close-in shot, like she has to take a second and remember they're on opposite sides, before Catra turns around with her usual cocky expression.

but also look at Entrapta's face lol

I love it when they make her look just a little deranged. Because she is.

I do wonder the extent to which everyone else is like "why are these two so obsessed with each other" (I think people comment on that later?)

HOW AM I JUST NOW NOTICING THESE TWO ARE NARRATIVE FOILS they are, right? right?? or am I just reading too much into both of them having unrequited crushes

Bow: "You don't understand the forces you're messing with!" Entrapta: "I know! That's the fun of it!"

augh I couldn't get the shot of Catra's surprised face

yeah I'm probably gonna go over the image limit on this one

THAT'S NOT GOOD

oh boy

Virus!She-Ra: *tries to hurt her own friends* Catra: "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened" Virus!She-Ra: *hears her, turns around, and runs towards Catra*

BIG MISTAKE

I can't screenshot it, but holy shit you really see the degree to which She-Ra normally isn't trying to actually hurt Catra any more than necessary, because of how violent she is when she's possessed by the virus. Like, this version of her would in fact just straight-up stab Catra or chop off her head or something. Normally She-Ra settles for punches or self-defense--her goal isn't hurting Catra per se but trying to stop the harm she's doing.

But this version of She-Ra? Would do a murder, no problem

that is 100% an appropriate reaction!!

Anyway Scorpia manages to separate her from her sword, and Adora goes back to normal size and not possessed. And is out cold.

okay but did you mean for that to sound so suggestive, Catra? did you?? do you even KNOW??

(...did I just get a plot bunny for the kind of fic that would get me hate mail)

(I've written stuff with a major archive warning before and I could do it again)

speaking of ships eheheheheh

Poor Scorpia is just like "do we have to have your ex around even as a weapon" and is also I think just uncomfortable with how nasty Catra is being

But also Catra's face here is too good

I just imagine Hordak being like, "oh YOU'RE obsessed with the blonde girl, too??? And I thought Shadow Weaver had a problem."

Edit: guess who accidentally hit the wrong buttons on her keyboard and posted it. Anyway continued in the reblog.

#april rewatches spop #white out

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ateez-amanda · 2 years

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Intentions

time: july 2021

summary: amanda and jeonghan figure out their 'situationship'

disclaimer: fluff, tiny bit of making out, mentions tv show criminal minds and bunnies. yeah i think that's all. let me know if i miss anything

a/n: i need to start thinking of ship names for these two. i'm thinking jeongae? i'm open to your guys suggests. anyways i hope you like bc my heart is not able to handle these two. feedback is much appreciated

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All her butterflies and pressure she felt while preparing for this moment instantly vanished the second the black car stopped in front of her and the passenger window rolled down to reveal Jeonghan’s charming smile greeting her, “Hi.”

He was wearing an oversized white collared button up shirt with a coat and black colored pants. His chestnut brown hair tamed in a wavy mess to top off his look.

Damn he looks so pretty. It’s unfair. She thought.

“Hi.” She smiled, opening the car door and sitting in the passenger seat, “How was the filming today?”

“It was fun. But that’s all I’m going to say ab-” He paused, glancing past her shoulder, “I see we have been spotted by some fans already.”

“What?” Panic filled her face as she slouched down the seat in an attempt to cover herself. They hadn’t even left the apartment parking garage and they had already been spotted. Jeonghan tried to hold back his chuckle. Catching her attention, she gave him a puzzled look, “Why are you laughing?”

Jeonghan nudged his chin past her. She discreetly followed his gaze only to spot her two giant members' eyes peering at them from behind a wall, she let out a small groan.

Yunho and Mingi had caught her before she was leaving the apartment and wouldn’t stop pestering her about her outing with Jeonghan. Though they did give her some enthusiastic confidence boost. She thought she got rid of them when she bolted out of their dorm but apparently that wasn’t the case.

She sent the two boys a death glare making them vanish in an instant before returning her attention back to the man beside her, “Please pretend you didn’t see them.”

Jeonghan finally let out his chuckle and sent Yunho and Mingi a little wave, “It’s sweet that they are worried about you.”

“That would be nice if that were the case.” She mumbled, earning a raised eyebrow from Jeonghan, “They just wanted to meet you.”

“I see. Well I guess I will greet them properly next time.” Jeonghan took out his phone to set in the direction to their destination before heading off. Her lips curved up spotting the fox keychain she got him from their first meeting hanging on his phone case.

“Oh by the way, congratulations on being the mc for music bank.” He said, pulling out of her thoughts. The news had just been released this morning and she still couldn’t believe it was really happening.

“Thank you!” She beamed, “I’m a little nervous about it. My social skills isn’t exactly the best. Especially with people I just met.”

“You talked with me just fine when we first met.”

“That’s different. I felt comfortable with you. You’re good at making people feel at ease.” Her unintentional compliment made him smile. “You know when you're not being mischievous.” He chuckled at her extra comment.

“What if I say something stupid or worse what if I accidentally insult one of my sunbaenims.” Horror passed through her face at the thought of it before covering it with her hands.

“Rara.” She didn’t know exactly when or why he started using this nickname for her. But she somehow ended up replying every time he called her that. And oddly enough, she like the nickname. Even when he calls her by her Korean name, she like it. Even though she usually didn't like hearing it since it usually means trouble for her. When he says it, it always felt comforting. “You will do great. You are very knowledgeable on all the idols so that can help with easing the atmosphere.”

“I’m not that knowledgeable.”

“I don't know anyone who knows more about idols than you. Well maybe Seungkwan.”

“I willingly admit defeat to Mr. Kpop professor.” She giggled and held her hands up, “Thank you. I feel a little bit more confident now.”

“I’m glad I could help. Plus I’ll get to see you more often too.”

“Ah, so that was your plan all along.”

“Maybe.”

This hangout? Date? Whatever it was had been wonderful so far.

The park was nicely secluded. A perfect escape from city life. There was a playground nearby, where the two goofed around. If there were people around they would think the two were little crazy 5 year olds with the amount of running around on the playground.

If there was one thing she learn about Jeonghan it’s was that there is always an element of spontaneity present when she’s with him. He always keeps you on your toes with his sudden ideas or surprises.

The two were sitting on one of the park benches. The park was dimly lit up for them thanks to a couple of lamp posts and dazzling starry midnight sky that can be clearly viewed since there were no buildings blocking it. A rare sight in Seoul.

Thinking through the events she had with him, she couldn't help but think this is what it was like being with someone you like. Her mind began to naturally wander to the unimaginable future.

Eventually it landed on her conversation with Hongjoong. She should bring it up, right?

A part of her wants answers but the other is scared the answers will only disappoint her.

Compared to her peaceful thoughts before her thoughts now racing about a thousand miles, trying to solve this complicated jigsaw puzzle of what all this meant. If only this was a physical jigsaw puzzle then she would have easily solved it by now.

Rustling sounds in the nearby bushes snapped her out of her thoughts, “Oh! There’s a bunny.” She whispered, pointing towards the bunny that was coming out of the bushes.

“They finally decided to show up. I thought we wouldn’t be able to see them today.”

“They are usually here?”

“Yeah. Let’s see if it wants to say hi to us.” He took her hand and led her towards the bunny, sitting together on the grass as he attempted to get the bunny's attention. However, the bunny cautiously kept its distance.

Jeonghan rubbed the back of his neck, “They usually don’t come towards people.”

“Come here, little bunny.” Amanda serenely called it. This time the bunny made tiny hops towards her until she was able to pet it. She sent him a teasing grin, “I think it just doesn’t like you. It knows who is a danger to them.”

“Dangerously handsome.” The audacity this man had to smirk and say that and while petting a bunny. It was a deadly combo.

She jokingly scoffed at his remark but internally she agreed 100%.

“It’s not just me they avoid. The bunnies never come around to anyone I bring along here.”

“And who exactly are these ‘dangerously handsome’ people you bring here?”

“My members.”

“I can’t argue with that.” She smiled, “So, you never brought dates here to impress them with these cute little bunnies?”

“I have once but I would have to ask them if they were impressed.” Jeonghan scooted closer to her, triggering the bunny to make it exit from the park, “So are you impressed?”

Completely caught off guard by his question, her eyes widened. Her inscrutable face made it confusing for him to tell whether she was surprised, horrified or both. His expression filled with worried over the worse case scenario, “If you don’t like this being a date then it doesn’t ha-”

“No! That’s not it.” She quickly reassured him.

“Then?”

Her bashful eyes looked down at the grass near her legs, trying to organize her thoughts. “I’ve been really confused about us for awhile. So I want to clear the air between us. How-How exactly do you feel about me? Do you like me? Like as friends….or more?” She finally looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

His eyes that were filled with upmost earnestly she had ever seen locked onto hers, “Aera-ah, I like you. More than a friend.”

There it was. The answer she had been waiting for. The answer she had been pining for. She kept a calm exposure but internally she was screaming with joy.

“What about you?” He asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to meet up if I didn’t like you.” She sheepishly admitted avoiding his gaze.

“Are you going to keep avoiding my face?” He teased, searching for a peek at her face.

She covered her face with her hands, “It’s too embarrassing to say it to your face, okay?”

An affectionate smile couldn’t help but spread on his face watching her. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her into a warm hug, “You are so adorable.”

“Stop.” She whined into his chest, her blushing intensifying.

“Stop being adorable and I’ll stop.”

She groaned before shuffling away from his embrace to view him, “So what does that mean we are?”

“What do you want us to be?”

She might have gotten Hongjoong stamp of approval to date but she never actually thought it would happen. Dating was something that went over her head. Though she knew she would eventually experience it and of course she wanted to. It’s just that she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

“I’m not really sure.” She answered honestly, “I never thought of dating since I became an idol because I didn’t think I’d have the time. I mean we don’t have a dating ban or anything so it would be okay if we dated. But I don’t want to ruin anything for my members.”

A fond smile appeared on his face as he tucked a strand of her behind her ear, “I understand.”

A hint of guilt hit her, knowing that it wasn’t the full truth she was telling him. “Actually there’s also another reason. I’ve never dated before. I mean you probably already figured that out.”

“I had a feeling.”

“Of course you did.” She grumbled. I mean it doesn’t take a genius to know that Jeonghan had way more experience in relationships than her. She was mentally blaming her parents for their strict rules on dating when she was younger for her inexperience. But mostly herself for avoiding the people she liked. “What I’m trying to say is that this is new to me. I know that probably sounds really childish and stupid-”

“It’s not.” Jeonghan held her hand, giving it a little squeeze, “Aera, I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to start a relationship right away. We can take things slow. This can be our first date together and we can keep going on dates like this. I’ll wait for you to make it official when you feel ready. How’s that sound?”

She felt a weight finally be lifted off her shoulder as she let out a sigh, “I’d like that.”

“Good.” She saw a little spec of relief in his chocolatey brown eyes as he placed a cocky grin on his lip, “And I will make sure you fully understand my intentions clearly from now on so you won’t be confused anymore.”

“Good.” She giggled. She decided to change the gears of their conversation, “Now that I think about it, this wouldn’t be the best place for dates.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You don’t?”

She nodded, “I think it’s a better place for committing a crime.”

“You have been watching Criminal Minds way too much Rara.”

She acted offended by his words, “Says the guy who started complaining when I suggested watching another show instead? Admit it. You are addicted to it just as much as I am.”

“It has some good qualities.” He reluctantly admitted.

A victorious smile appeared on her face, “That’s what I thought. Look, I’m just saying, the middle of the night, in a park with no one around-”

“Sounds like a great place to makeout.” His voice suddenly dropped to a lower octave against her ear.

She turned her head towards him revealing a flustered face, her tan cheeks dusted with light shade of pink. Being only mere inches from her, the smell of her sweet cherry blossom perfume that had been teasing him all evening, strengthened.

His eyes flickered between her eyes down to her lips, “Are my intentions clear right now?”

“Yeah.” She managed to say in a breathy voice, her attention focused on his soft silky lips that began to slowly graze over hers.

She was suddenly hyper aware of everything her body was doing and unsure of what to do. Her tension didn’t escape Jeonghan’s notice.

He broke the kiss, but the distance between their lips was barely there. He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumb and murmured, “Relax.”

Sparks ignited in her chest hearing his calming low voice. He moved his hand over hers, loosening its tight grip on her jacket and rested it around his shoulder. Warmth consumed her as she began to lean into the kiss. He smiled as he deepened the kiss.

As they pulled aparted, catching their breath, their eyes were unable to open for a couple of seconds, still taking in the moment.

“Told you, perfect place to makeout.” He smirked, earning a playful smack from her on the chest.

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inklingofadream · 11 months

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Question about the cult au: I feel like I remember Gerry saying that if he'd found jon before Jonah, he would have tried to convince the eye that it would be better to leave Jon alone so he could "observe him in the wild" or something like that. Not sure if I'm remembering correctly, but what would have happened if Gerry had found jon first do you think?

Sorry for not answering yesterday, our internet was out! You're absolutely remembering correctly!

Very long post, but not putting in a cut because I don't feel like it

So Gerry finding Jon first is totally plausible because when Jonah has speaking engagements whoever comes with- usually Gerry and Michael- hangs around on campus chatting and trying to start developing people into prospective future members or meals. The speaking engagements are recurring, usually a couple times a year at any given institution, so they often have the opportunity to talk to people several times over the course of a year or two to convince them gradually to join

This has varying success; Actual Golden Retriever Michael Shelley is pretty good at this! Gerry doesn't believe in subtlety/doesn't like tricking people, significantly lowering their success rate via "this is actually, openly a cult. do you want to join our cult?"

So I think that's how they would run into Jon. Crucially, I don't think that this scenario is less morally suspect and invasive. It's more a difference in how much it influences Jon's life. Stalking is technically probably less bad than kidnapping, but it's not great. A fair few people from the Institute end up suddenly spending a lot of time in Oxford. Potentially, someone gets some personal details shifted around/forged and Jonah pulls some strings to get someone like Gerry and/or Michael enrolled. They do that occasionally, because a wide knowledge base keeps the Institute fairly self-sufficient and a good job on the outside brings in money. Probably Gerry, because he can like... function in human society better and has a tiny bit of existing rapport with Jon from their first encounter.

But I don't think Jonah and maybe Gertrude stop pushing for the relocate-Jon plan. I feel like as part of the "see but not understand" thing the Eye latches on when someone first has an idea, so having Jon In The Wild is more appealing the same way having him in the Institute was more appealing in the fic. It isn't choosing strategically, it's picking the first answer presented to it. If other avatars find out about Jon it's game over, he's going to the Institute.

So I think it's less he never gets kidnapped than it is just a VASTLY more disturbing and upsetting lead up. Instead of having 5 seconds of being accosted at his front door, it's months and months getting to know Gerry, and to a lesser extent Michael or one of the Stokers who sans the insta-friends chemistry with Jon, being friends with Gerry, inviting Gerry to his and Georgie's movie nights. Maybe there are even some dates, feeling out the do-we-want-to-be-just-friends vs actually we're an awesome couple. For both of them, maybe, the same one night stand and teasing flirting as with canon Sasha but with Georgie if it's Tim, or Michael or Danny doing a couple dates because Georgie's trying a bunch of things out in the wake of the breakup (Sasha can't be the partner, because her family only joined when she was 14 and non-Gerry members with experience as outsiders don't get to leave the Institute)

Gerry, for the first time in his life, has a social circle of people more or less his own age without any baggage from who his parents were. It's all very real for him, but he can't ignore or forget why he's here, how close both him and Jon are to losing that at any given moment. Maybe he even lets on a little bit of The Spookiness somehow and they have a little sharing circle about Mr. Spider and the dead body and Mary's Leitner collection. It's all very real for him, it's very precious, it's very easy to forget why he's here even with Beholding giving him butterflies every time Jon looks at him. It's an inevitable betrayal that he does not want to do but must

I think maybe, when something happens- maybe something spooky that makes it feel like being free is Not Safe for Jon, maybe someone has some loose lips and lets on to someone at the Usher Foundation or Pu Songling Reseach Centre or worse, someone not directly allied with the Institute- things go very differently.

Gerry isn't just in love-by-proxy with Jon, he knows him. He knows how terrible it is to be sucked into the Institute- he only chose to do so because he was very young and didn't have a single other option, no support system, nothing. Just Mary getting worse and worse, increasingly clear that she was working up to something dangerous and that she did not care if Gerry got hurt in the process. Gerry joined the institute after much thought and negotiation- not usually part of the proceedings but Gerry was someone they wanted more than usual, Eric leaving made them look weak and having Gerry back, even in a situation that sets him apart from everyone else in terms of privileges and allowances, alleviated that "failure". If Gerry had another option he would not have done it- thus the tattoos, ensuring that even more than the contract, Gerry is stuck with them. Jon has options, Gerry knows he has options, he has so much potential and has hopes and dreams and could live a long, happy life never setting foot in the Institute. He has everything Gerry wished he had when he had to choose between signing over his soul or letting Mary wear him down and down and down, carving away bits to test a Leitner, to gain access to things, trying out things that she doesn't want to test on herself, being a regular abusive parent in addition to the spooky stuff

And Gerry has been giving updates on Jon, talking about him and his life. Other cult members are intermittently watching from afar or constructing accidental encounters with him. Gerry knows, the cult knows, that Jon isn't close to many people, but he is close to Georgie. (Behind the scenes, much drama about Being Friends With Your Ex, debating if Georgie is something like a saint due to proximity and friendliness with Jon or the worst because she blasphemously broke up with him (it was a mutually decided breakup, but they sooo don't care.)) I think when they take Jon, they take all Jon accoutrements: if he's been there long enough that they got the planned cat, the cat comes with; Jon's books? coming with; Jon's clothes? favorite pieces come with, because Jonah has decided to be Weird about Jon's clothing and doesn't want too many Frightfully Normal clothes competing; Jon's bedding? he mentioned the Sensory Nightmare of finding replacement sheets that don't Cause Problems because of Texture to Gerry, so the bedding comes but is turned over to Jonah and Gertrude so they can determine what makes a good texture to Jon, RIP the kitty cat flannel sheets Georgie gave him as a half-joke birthday gift.

Georgie is the accessory that comes with your Jon doll. Georgie is coming to the cult. Georgie is having a Really Weird Time, because like... they don't have an endgame. People want to get close to her because of Jon- she doesn't blame Jon, but a lot of that S4 energy is coming out in reaction to other people, and probably results in one or two blowups at Jon rather than anyone else (escalating into a two-way shouting match because Jon is also having Big Emotions). Gerry's name is mud. Jonah, Regency weirdo extraordinaire, is Even Weirder about clothes for her. Jonah's kept up with The Fashion for men, because he needs to fit in on the outside. But a LOT of the time women raised in the cult spend on the outside is if someone is getting a degree to help the cult somehow, and like... you can just Do Whatever on a college campus. There was a guy at mine who wore a Union Soldier reproduction Civil War uniform all the time. It's fine if they look a bit odd, because they have the full time they're studying to figure out what professional attire etc look like.

When Jonah is weird about Jon's clothes, it's very deliberate; know the rules before you break them and such. Georgie gets fancied up for stuff like presenting them to the cult, but it's a hapless sort of weird. Her everyday cult wardrobe was picked out by a combination of Gerry and Gertrude, but Jonah's a control freak about the semi-regular Looking At Jon events. It's a mix of Back In My Day leftovers and whatever random bits of women's fashion he absorbed over the last 200 years. Like as far as underpinnings, we are absolutely not talking about anything more modern than a girdle. Creeper measurements gained while they're drugged or the Eye being able/deciding to share when Jonah wants them have not been used responsibly. Probably there is someone in London still making corsets for sale, if you look. Georgie is allowed to complain about a properly fitted corset, it's not stereotyping the past or being ignorant of how they work, it is actually a coercive and at least half-sexist situation for her. The only good news is that Jonah wants to focus on the event and Jon, so he just sics Sasha on her to play lady in waiting instead of becoming part of that process himself.

I don't think Georgie ever really forgives Gerry and co. All the S4 stuff with not acknowledging the intractability of the situation bc it's never spelled out in so many words and it's easier to be angry, it's safer to detach herself, it's frightening to think about how permanent this is, she doesn't have space to give grace to these people or read into the subtext of how little choice they have. Jon is kept separate from Georgie except for Good Behavior, he's in the thick of it and does not have a support system to be picky about. Georgie isn't operating in a place of fear, she can't, but Jon is. They end up being very careful about that conversation, because they're afraid of what'll happen to Georgie if she and Jon have a friendship breakup, they know and trust each other to be ride or die (if out of touch Georgie lets Jon be a fugitive at her place current daily presence Georgie is not going to let something she knows is not at ALL Jon's fault change that) but having an audience means walking on eggshells. So I think Jon does his best to get over the betrayal and ends up sliding back into friendliness because it's the best of a bad lot, he will actually go insane otherwise. Georgie I don't think ends up at more than a stalemate with Sasha (who she sees a lot bc of the Jon inner circle she's The Girl and, again, Jonah's an old-fashioned weirdo). Jon agitates for more freedom for Georgie, but they're still trapped.

The other bright spot is that I don't think they lose the Stokers. Escape means getting BOTH of them out. Gerry lets on how futile getting in touch with the cops is in a Super Normal Non=Suspicious Way. Even if the cops were helpful, TARDIS bigger-on-the-inside secret building addition is not the kind of place you can get a search warrant for. If Georgie gets out on her own, no one is coming back for Jon (Jon tries to convince her to do it anyway), and if Jon escapes alone... he just can't. What would they do to Georgie? He knows, experiences and is increasingly aware, that Jonah can be vicious and petty. Georgie is not valuable on her own. Maybe she'd be fine, because they need bait to get Jon back, but "alive" is an awfully low bar when Jonah could use anything in Artefact Storage on her, can whittle ties to life down to the tiniest thread if he wants. The logistics are too complicated. If Danny breaks Jon out, he insists they go for Georgie and they don't make it out. They trip something, Jonah shows up, and the Stokers are saved by a) plausible deniability, Jon is cut off from everyone because of things like this, giving him things Jonah doesn't want him to have and b) Jon just like. hanging off the Stokers. All misgivings abandoned, Stokers is my best friend now.

So all in all I don't think it's better for Jon, it's just different.

#writing #tma #cult au #ink post #ink writing #ink fic #the whole thing is high key tragedy for gerry #he's as doomed as any hamlet or othello. he doesn't want this end but he isnt built to be able to do anything else #someone else might have connections or power or anything but he doesn't. he has himself and can trust no one else with his misgivings

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Hello everyone!

Today marks the second anniversary of this blog! Wow, I can't believe it's been two years already! (Note, I created the blog earlier but February 4th 2019 was my first original post here so I use that date as the blog's birthday)

I'm honestly suprised this blog lasted this long, since I'm a very shy person usually on the Internet and commitment isn't exactly my strong suit. But what can I say? I love it here and Tumblr feels like home at this point!

To celebrate I'm gonna reminisce a little bit and write down my thoughts about this blog. It's gonna get really sappy, I'm sorry.

Just kidding. I'm not sorry at all.

2022 has truly been the year of all time. A lot and I mean a lot of ups and downs. I started and ended my first job, went on vacation, had one of the worst instances of allergy + depression, you name it. In hindsight, every few months I was in a wildly different situation and mental state.

But the thing that overall made 2022 great was finally getting into art! To turn the ironic hate off for a moment, I love Fire Emblem. It's not my favorite series (Kingdom Hearts and Kirby share that position), but it's one I still adore and now am truly greatful for, because for a reason or another it was the only one it felt welcoming enough to me to actively make an account about it and be active in social media rather than a ghost after years.

Before I made this blog I wrote a few supports for the fire-emblem-heroes-supports blog. I think they were the first piece of writing I ever made willingly and not as part of a school assignment, and looking back I still cherish them.

Eventually I had the idea for this blog, and after a lot of hesitation in typical me fashion, fayesdiary was born! I mentioned it a few times already, but originally it was meant to be just meta analysis posts, a few headcanons and theories and my sporadic writings. Overtime though it became a lot more freeform in what I posted, and I think it's all the better for it!

I got the courage to write and posts my first fanfictions and slowly carved my own personal space here on Tumblr. Like, a very cozy rat hole. Over time, this blog became a personal hobby and it gave me a lot of satisfactions. I got close to some people I truly admire and made a few friends too!

And boy, then we get to last year, which has been an absolute blast in terms of creativity!

I don't think I ever had in mind making a dialogue dump website of Awakening, but it happened and I had a lot of fun making it and giving it a lot of tiny details! ...even if its layout has the stability of a Jenga tower and it's just the Gangrel arc. Whatever. It's the thought that counts.

I wrote a bunch more! Not as much as I wanted, but I made some stories I'm really proud of. And I took part in a few fandom events and not just one but two Secret Santas for the first time!

I took a shot at making wallpapers and made some I'm really proud of, especially the Three Hopes ones. They were so fun to make and the process was just tons of fun!

And that leads nicely to... making art.

See, the thing about me is that I always sucked at making art. I couldn't keep my hands stable, I am incredibly clumsy and I couldn't draw anything more complicated than simple childlike doodles. And while I loved painting, the fact I felt incapable of making anything good or that I could like lead me to not even bothering to try. Why bother if you're just gonna be disappointed and frustrated, after all?

Until I got into group painting at around July, and I loved it. I made some paintings I truly like, and that eventually gave me the courage to start drawing again. As a half-joke. Only this time, I decided to draw with references, and my whole world got upside down. Turns out I could actually somewhat draw if I had a reference! And somehow I never realized it in years!

Something clicked. I figured it'd just be a thing I'd do for a week at most and then drop like so many other creative projects of mine, but... it stayed. Not only that, but I got more invested into it. I went from physical to digital (with the mouse!), and eventually shifted to a graphic tablet a friend lent me (and then pretty much gifted me). Eventually the drawings became so many I decided to make an art blog! Me! An art blog! The me from even just early 2022 would have called you insane if you said it! And now not just that, but I'm even making preparations to open a Redbubble shop! I still can't believe it!

And a huge part is thanks to this blog, really! It gave me and still keeps giving me the courage to try new stuff, find new friends and people who inspire me, and lets me know people enjoy what I make or say. It's amazing, and it makes me feel so happy!

I'll be honest, I am grateful to this blog. It truly helped me get into a better place, and I can confidently say ever since I opened it I feel a lot happier. And that's coming from the local cynical bastard who usually hates themselves, but now? I went from hating myself to being neutral at worst for the most part. Even if I still have my moments sometimes, but that's normal. And now I actually have hope for the future!

But really, it says a lot that for once at the New Year party I wasn't the one who claimed the next year was going to suck. Heck, I was actually caught off guard when one of my friends said it and I said no, it's gonna be good!

Anyway, enough rambling. What I want to say is, thank you for everything. Thank you to the people who complimented me or even just commented on the things I made. Thank you to my mutuals and anonymous lurkers. Yes, I know you're there, I was and often still am one of you. And most of all, thank you to all my online friends I made here on Tumblr. When I think about it, we haven't known each other for that long, but I want you to know now I can't imagine a life without you and you brighten my day every time we chat. I love you so much and I wish you nothing but the best<3

Here's to plenty more years of this blog!

#not fire emblem #faye gets sappy #fayesdiary 2nd anniversary #faye #my art #(not) sorry for the long post but incoherent rambles are actually the best way to show my gratitude [citation needed]

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penny-quinn · 2 years

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Jar of 🍯 honey

Pairing: bts taehyung ×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, modern,

Warnings: none, but if there maybe please let me know.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: heyy!! So, I don't have internet atleast, till a month so I'll rarely be active but I've got about 6 more fics in my pocket!! So be ready ☺️☺️ and I loved writing it!! Wrote it on the middle of the night... listening to folklore as it was Raining outside...

(reference to don't wanna cry by seventeen)

" The bed seems so big" I whispered just like any other restless night. The rain was pouring outside my window, while I was trying my best to catch some sleep.

And yet I couldn't. I'd usually toss and twirl, twisting in my bed sheets all by myself but today was a little different.

These raining nights were reminders; I still hadn't moved on.

" Tae! Umm! Don't! I'm cooking" I said as his hands swirled around my waist while his chin was on my nape… kissing the back of my ears as he whispered " baby, look at me…I need love too"

Winey as always. He never grew up…..Turning off the gas, I turned towards him; caught in-between his sturdy arms and the kitchen counter.

" Hehe.. get out of the way! We need to eat" I said and yet the glint in his eyes was very clear; he was leaving me no soon. He turned off the lights and opened the top of the refrigerator.Instantly grabbing my waist and hands, he caught me into his trap. As we danced our way under the refrigerator line, the smile on my face didn't seem to lit off at all.

His big hands wrapped around mine, our breath just inches apart; stealing kisses every few seconds…. Joy and laughter had filled up the air.

Taehyung; he was a special lad. The memories we had shared…. They were some of the best moments of my life. Sometimes I-I shed a few tears as his memories came haunting me back.

On lifeless nights like these, I'm reminded of our first encounters. We were nothing more than neighbors.

In his untidy, small apartment he lived with dark circles under his eyes. The rooms were very monochrome. Yet on his cabinets were many sets of cameras. He loved photography.

As I recalled the day we met, I realized; I was soo young. Too young and naïve and reckless; irresponsibly falling in love with an older man….. breaking my heart a million times.

As a youthful young adult, I knocked on his door. I had just been freed from the shackles of my parents; tiny steps to being independent. But he was not; he was an adult chained down by the responsibilities and duties.

Sometimes I wonder how he fell for me; it was a ghostly thought, a secret I've kept away even from him. And I think, " will he fall for me if we met now?" Again, I agitate…. These wondrous questions and answers fill up my head like a bird floating in the clouds.Maybe he won't afterall he may have just liked my youthfulness or maybe he will as he sees the stillness of an adult within the heart of a young girl. But none of it matters as we we won't ever cross paths and if we will;

" Hello! I'm your new neighbor… y/n s/n" I said bringing my hands for the handshake. His mouth was shaped like a rectangle as he heard me speak. " Oh-oh… I'm Kim Taehyung. ``

The gloomy man had kept it short and simple. Maybe he had felt too tired just from the energy I had been beaming.He welcomed me in. His veiny hands were the first things I had noticed as he pulled off the curtains letting the sunshine inside.

" What are these?" His drowsy eyes pointed out while I flustered, pink tinted around my cheeks…. Oh the girlish charms. " Oh! This is a jar of honey and some cookies I have baked. Please have it" I gave it to him with my two hands.

Little did he know that his life wasn't going to be as peaceful as he liked. Ha, maybe he too had realized that he wouldn't be the same…. But why should he? I know I should stop but how could I live as one when my other half is missing? With these thoughts of what if's I've been leading myself to sleep.

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" The next time we meet, let's meet with smiles on our cheeks rather than tears. Tears don't look good on your face" said Taehyung as he wiped the drops of tears which twinkled under the shallow orange lights of the countryside.

" How could I when you're my muse" I wanted to say but rather following my mind I said " mee too. I don't want to cry on our next encounter" The morning was very crisp.

A faint scent of sea bleaked the entire air. Was it because of the fresh craps I'd eaten the day before?

Whatever….

I wore a crop v-necked sweater followed by a very long coat in purple. Saturday's weren't very eventful as my insomnia got worse I could barely get a wink of sleep yet I think I had a decent amount of sleep; probably around 3 hours?It was 6:39 am in the morning. Wrapping the muffler around my neck I headed out.

These streets, they once used to be ours and now; I'm barely familiar with 'um. As I breathed cold air formed around my lips and vaporised…. Warming my hands by clasping them on each other I walked. It had been a while since I was in the main town. There weren't a lot of people; just like I liked it.

On the large billboard were the interviews of people I didn't care… I walked aimlessly.

" Oh! This book as you've realized is very special to my heart" That voice! It was too familiar to be true.

Looking up I saw taehyung. Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears but I didn't want to cry.I just stood there as I heard the interview." This book that I've just published…. It's monochrome but not with black and white with black and red or white or blue.The set of colours are plain and simple but the contrast and the beauty is what sets them apart." Taehyung concluded.

Maybe the general audience wouldn't know but I knew.The hint of shakiness in his voice, the way his hands were sweaty; him licking his lips more usual.I'd seen it too much to not know…. He wasn't nervous but on the contrary he was agonizing.

Somewhat it painted his heart to speak about his recent " Oh! I see….. on the cover page we see a brown and yellow contrasting honey jar. Why did you keep it on the cover page?" The interview goes.

As they showed the cover page, my heart stopped for a second. The picture was very painful." Oh! If you look below it it writes Winter charms….. the jar of honey is the first encounter; the first charm. So the page has elegance written somewhere. But it's hidden" he gave a weary smile.Not the usual happy one, his eyes hadn't crinkled." Oh! So it's a treasure hunt huh? Photographer van Tae" the interviewer teasing says while Tae, he decides to just smile it away….

As I saw his face, I realized it wasn't just me who was suffering. Maybe we both needed to let it go. " I forgive you, '' I whispered. Although he broke my heart into a million pieces, I forgave him. Not because he had dedicated a whole book to me but because I wanted to set myself free.

" I love you, because the word love isn't enough to express my feelings for you….So the next time we meet, I don't want to cry"

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#and then they turn to me and have the audacity to ask if i have anything to add when they’ve all said everything there is to say

My Top Posts in 2022:

seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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1,031 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

late night; wonwoo x reader

request from anon: prompt #10 with wonwoo? some very fluffy stuff, but the reader and wonu aren't a thing yet. there's something between them, and everyone can see it but they just haven't taken that step. basically like friends to lovers. and so the reader calls him late at night, and he's up gaming or something and then i'll let you figure out the rest!

prompt: "i can't sleep."

synopsis: it's late at night and you can't sleep, so you decide to visit your close friend wonwoo. the two of you end up playing games all night, and the winner gets to ask for a wish.

cw: implications of smut

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

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the rain made a pitter-patter sound against your windows. usually you enjoyed the sound, but now it was one of the factors keeping you from your much needed sleep. despite being incredibly tired you couldn't seem to rest. you had been laying in your bed, doing nothing, for at least an hour. the lights were off, the blinds were closed, and you were nicely tucked under the covers. there was only one thing keeping you awake; wonwoo. just this afternoon the two of you had been walking together, side by side, close enough for your hands to touch a few times. you felt like a teenager again, the smallest things about him would make your heart ache. you wanted to call him. he should still be up by now, he was always staying up late. you looked over at your phone which was laying on your bedside table. if he weren't awake then he simply wouldn't answer. what's the hurt in calling? you picked up your phone and clicked on wonwoo's contact. it rang once, then twice, and then- "hello? y/n?", his voice was raspy, but not as if he had just woken up which meant you hadn't woken him. "i can't sleep.", you sighed. there was a pause on the other side, you could hear him taking off his glasses and putting them down on a table. he must've been by his computer. "i'm playing some games right now, you could come over and play with me if you want to.", he said casually "that sounds nice.", you nodded, "i'll be there in half an hour." "i'll leave the door unlocked for you. just make sure to lock it after you get inside okay?", he said.

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your apartment was right next to the bus stop, so you could easily avoid the rain. however, on your way there you faced some problems. there had been a car accident on the road, making the bus take a different route. you would still be able to get off at the bus stop that was a block away from wonwoo's apartment, but it would take longer to get there. the seats were weirdly comfortable, and you were starting to feel sleepy. of course, when you actually get out of bed is when you'd be able to fall asleep. to keep yourself awake you took out your phone to text wonwoo. the bus had to take a different route due to an accident on the road :/ the three dots, indicating that wonwoo was typing, appeared quickly after your message was sent. he was always quick to answer your text, and tonight you were especially thankful for it. damn.. are you okay? his concern struck you as odd. it wasn't as if you had said that you were in the accident. nevertheless, you decided to not question it. yeah, just annoyed. i'll be at your place 10 minutes later than expected, okay? he responded with an "ok" and a thumbs up emoji. you smiled. with him, messages were alway short and to the point. in the beginning of your friendship, maybe six or seven years ago, you would constantly complain about the lack of emojis in his texts. since then he started using them consistently, even going overboard sometimes to annoy you. with a sigh, you put your phone down and looked out the window. the rain was still pouring, and you were still thinking of best friend in ways that one wouldn't normally do. you thought about when the two of you would sit right next to each other on the couch while having a movie night. at the end of the movie the two of you always ended up laying snuggled up together somehow. you thought about how he would sometimes grab your hand when crossing the road, because you hadn't noticed the lights turning green. you thought about him being your main source of comfort, and how you're not sure you could live without him. that's why you hadn't told him about your feelings, what if he wouldn't reciprocate them. instead you kept your emotions deep inside you, under lock and key. now you were beginning to be afraid, what if they came pouring out one day much like the rain was still pouring down outside. the bus called out your bus stop, bringing you out of your daydreams.

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the walk to wonwoo's apartment from the bus stop was quick, but you still managed to get soaked. when you got to his door you swung it open, he had left it unlocked like he said he would - and you locked it after you like you promised. after taking off your shoes you walked to wonwoo's gaming room, where the only light in the apartment was coming from. "hey, i'm here.", you said, "where do you keep your towels now again?" "why do you need a towel?", he turned around to look at you and noticed you were completely soaked, "oh.. is it raining?" you laughed at his aloofness, while he walked up to the window to peek through the blinds. "shit, sorry.", he sighed and took off his glasses to pinch his nose bridge, "i was wearing headphones so i couldn't hear the rain... i would've come and gotten you if i knew it was raining. do you want to take a shower or something?" "that'd be nice actually.", you nodded, "do i still have some of my clothes left here?" "i can look.. you can just borrow mine while i throw those clothes in the wash otherwise.", he went to pause his game before walking out of the room, "ugh, why is it so dark?" you let out another laugh and followed him to the bathroom.

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after a warm shower you put on the clothes wonwoo had left for you. finally, you knew where your favorite pair of sweatpants had gone - you didn't even remember leaving them here. there was one of your old laundry day shirts, along with one of wonwoo's zip-up hoodies. you quickly put it on and walked out of the room "i made tea.", wonwoo said as he heard the door creak open. he was in the kitchen, with two cups in front of him. "thanks.", you said, "... i'm really happy you're still up." he nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say much else. he didn't have to, because there wasn't much else to say. you took your tea cup and went to sit down on the couch by his TV. "what game were you playing before?", you asked. "well, that was a single player game so it doesn't matter.", he sat down next to you, "let's find something else." he picked up a controller and turned the console and TV on. the two of you looked through his assortment of games, and suddenly you gasped. "let's play mario kart!", you said excitedly, "i've gotten so good, please!" "alright.", he grinned, "i'm still gonna beat you, though, so don't get your hopes up."

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"aha! i'm winning!", you shouted. the cups of tea were only half empty, and long forgotten on the coffee table. wonwoo let out a groan as he watch you cross the finish line in first place. his promises of beating you had been broken a few times tonight. both of you had played around five times already, with you winning three rounds. it was very late, and you were actually starting to get sleepy again. "it's because of the blue shell! if you hadn't gotten that blue shell i would've won! i was in first!", wonwoo exclaimed as he passed the finish line in fourth place. "but i did get it!", you faked an evil laugh, "i told you i had gotten better at this!" "let's play another round!", he said, "one more and then we should sleep." "hm.. alright. don't get your hopes up, though", you mocked what he had told you before. he let out a sarcastic laugh, and was about to press play for a new round when you stopped him. "wait, let's make this fun.", you grinned, "winner gets to wish something from the loser!" "fine with me!", he started the game. much to your dismay, you ended up losing. let's just say that wonwoo's lucky he has very thick walls, otherwise his neighbors would've hated him by now. you sat down on the couch with your arms crossed over your chest. after a screaming-fest the two of you realized how tired you were, and everything went quiet. you looked over at wonwoo, who was grinning. "so, what's your wish then?", you asked, annoyed. his big grin turned into a soft smile, filled with a warmth that you couldn't quite place. he put away his controller. "kiss me...", he said, "... if you don't mind, i'll wish for you to kiss me." your eyes widened in shock, which he noticed quickly. his smile never faded, but there was a glimmer of something sad in his eyes. "it's alright, i know that was a weird request.", he didn't break eye contact, "forget i said anything if it makes you uncomfortable." instead of listening to anything else he had to say, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, which were so soft you could've mistaken them for clouds. as you pulled away you saw his smile grow wider. you moved a bit closer to him and put your hand on his knee, so that you could lean forward once again. this time he welcomed you by cupping your face in his palm and bringing you closer. you kissed again, and you hand moved from his knee to his shoulder. everything else was drowned out, there was only you two. without breaking the kiss, you used his shoulder to lift yourself up and swing one of your legs over his lap so that you were straddling him. wonwoo's hands went to your hips as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. the kiss started getting heated, and was quickly turning into a full on make out session. the tension that had built up between the two of you for the past six years was finally released. however, it was all interrupted by the mario kart theme song replaying on the TV behind you. you broke the kiss by smiling, and eventually pulling away to laugh at the soundtrack that had been playing whilst the two of you were eating off each other's faces. when you turned your attention back to wonwoo he was staring at you with a soft, amused, smile, and adoration in his eyes. "should i turn the game off?", you asked, and he nodded.

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the next morning you woke up in a softly lit room. the blinds had softened the bright glow of the sun, leaving the room coated in a golden hue. laying next to you was, a still fast asleep, wonwoo. the covers were pulled up to his mid-torso, leaving his upper torso exposed. much like everything else in the room, his bare skin was tinted golden. your hand reached out to his collarbone, gently running your fingers over his skin. when your hands reached his shoulders you slowly pulled yourself a bit closer to him, and put your head against his chest. he was warm, and you could hear his heartbeat beating slowly. "good morning.", he said in a low morning voice. "did i wake you up?", you asked tenderly. he rubbed soothing circles on your bare back and hummed in response to your question. you apologized, to which he responded with kissing the top of your head. "... do you regret it?", he asked, with a worried tone in his voice. "not at all.", you looked up at him, "but let's talk about it later, okay? i don't want to ruin half a decade worth of friendship." you giggled, and he let out a scoff. his hair was messy, and so you reached up to fix it. as your fingers ran through his hair, he closed his eyes in bliss. "have i ever told you that i've dreamt of this..?", he let out a content sigh. "no, you haven't.", you breathed out a laugh, "did your dream continue after this?" "yeah.", he nodded with his eyes still closed, "we made breakfast together... and you kissed me while i was making coffee." "hm..", your hands went back to his shoulders, "it sounds nice. do you want to try it?" "sure.", he looked at you, leaned down and placed a short and sweet kiss to your lips, "could you get me my glasses?"

1,416 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

them zipping up your dress; seventeen x fem!reader

request: could i get a seventeen reaction to having to zip up teir girlfriends dress???

a/n: these aren't great, but i had some spare time on my hands and i wanted to write something quick

cw: slight sexual themes, no smut

genre: fluff, established relationship

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s.coups

it depends on his mood. either he'd be super giddy, and giggle a bit to himself while zipping up your dress for you. he just thinks it's so cute that you need help with something so small, and then he gets to see you in a beautiful dress - why would he not giggle to himself? if he's not giddy, he's very serious. imagine that you haven't seen each other for so long, and you finally get to go out on a proper date together again. you turn your back to him as you're getting ready and ask him to zip you up. the sight of your bare back alone drives him a bit insane because yes, he's that down bad. he would slowly drag your zipper up, feeling your skin with his fingertips while doing so. when he's finally done, he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder - a non-vocal promise that he would also be helping you pull the zipper down later. then he would look you in the eye through the mirror, and speak to you in a soft and love-filled voice. "you look beautiful."

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jeonghan

you would be scared to ask him to zip you up, as you should be. most of the time, you could zip yourself up, but at the times when you couldn't you would have to ask him. you had already pulled the zipper up as much as you could; and what does he do first? pull the zipper down of course. he would chuckle at your reaction, the way you would put your hands over your chest to hold the dress up, and look at him with an irritated face. he would always give in, and just zip you up normally though. you would turn to him, still irritated, but it would all be forgotten when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and took your hand in his. "you know i'm just messing with you.. let's go show off how pretty you look in this dress to everyone."

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joshua

he would gladly do it, and tries not to be a tease in the process. however, it always manages to slip out. joshua zips you up normally, all be it a bit slowly, but before you can leave he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. he leaves wet kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, and a final peck to your cheek. at the end of it all, your drunk on his love and you turn around to kiss him. he leans his forehead against yours, preventing you from getting your kiss. when you sigh and pout, he only smiles. "i don't want to mess up your lipstick. we should get going, shouldn't we?"

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jun

he gets shy, very shy. it happens every time, ever since he managed to break your zipper that one time. at first he tries to get out of it, saying words of encouragement for you to do it yourself. it doesn't work though because your arms simply can't reach that far. he finally caves in and helps you. whenever his fingers brush against your back, he freezes until you tell him it's okay. he just really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. when he's done, you turn around and give him a kiss as a thank you - but that only makes his face more red. "help, y/n, the zipper is stuck again- wait no... it's fine, i got it."

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another tease. whenever you ask him to zip you up, the first thing he does is not zipping you up. the first thing he always has to do is put his hands on your bare back. he puts his hands inside the unzipped dress, and gently caresses your waist. this is his attempt at getting you to take off the dress and not go to the event. it has only worked once, when the event you were going to wasn't that important. he will still try every single time, and it's hard to not give in. eventually, he does zip up the dress - and he does it quickly because if his first trick didn't work, nothing will in his eyes. "come on, just this once... i would much rather spend some time with you than go to this stupid thing- what do you mean i always do this?"

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wonwoo

he has a very matter of fact approach, and just zips you up. when you look at him with a small pout he's very confused. he did what you asked, what more could you want? when you tell him that you wanted it to "be romantic", he was even more confused. why is the zipping of the dress romantic. you told him to take his time with it, and he tried it again. suddenly, he was a master at zipping up dresses, sensually brushing his fingertips against your bare skin. when you looked back at him, the tips of his ears were bright red and he was trying his best to keep his composure. you asked him if he understood now, and he quickly nodded. with a smile you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for helping you. "i could do it again... sometime..."

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woozi

you have been eyeing his hands for hours now. the two of you were getting ready, and ever since his slender fingers had rolled up the sleeves of his black button-up you eyes had been on them. the truth was that you didn't need help zipping up your dress, but you wanted him to do it anyway. he was asking you to hurry up, since the two of you were starting to be late to the party. you responded with that you just needed to zip up your dress, but that you couldn't reach. he let out a sigh and walked over to you. he carefully straightened out the fabric and firmly closed the zipper. his hands traveled from your back to your shoulders, and you put one of your hands over his. "you look really pretty, my love... we're in a hurry, so let's go."

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another shy boy! he'll approach you slowly as you ask for help with your zipper. it might seem like a sensual move, but it's really because he's freaking out. you can't see his face in the mirror, but it's burning up as he zips up your dress. when he had zipped you p, he quickly steps away and walks out of the room. you can hear small happy shouts on the other side of the door, and you can only laugh to yourself. when he walks back in, he looks seemingly normal but as if he had forgotten something. "i forgot to say you look gorgeous, sweetheart-"

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1,628 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

soft; beomgyu x reader

request: beomgyu is our pisces bc I love him and so do u :) key-points: half asleep morning sex, it feels like a dream, he had a very very vivid dream and now your making it come true for him, it’s sweet and feels like clouds and dewy mornings

synopsis: waking up next to you always felt like a blessing to beomgyu, especially when he can show just how much he appreciates you

a/n: in my head, i wrote this for chubbier ppl because i don't see them getting enough representation on here. of course, you could ignore this and make your own interpretation

cw: mentions of a wet dream, slight dry humping, beomgyu is a tits guy, slight oral (f receiving), protected sex

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

word count: 1.8k

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You woke up to the sound of rain smattering against the window. It was soft, barely audible, and was a pleasant sound to wake up to. Much like the softness of the rain, your boyfriend's arms were gently wrapped around you. His head was on your chest, and you brought your hand up to the back of his head to keep him there. There was a great need in you to keep him as close as possible. It must have been because you hadn't seen him for so long.

Beomgyu stirred in his sleep as your fingers moved through his hair. It was too cold outside the covers, and he moved closer to you to steal some of your warmth. You watched as his nose scrunched up and his eyes shut tighter. He was waking up.

"Gyu? Wake up, baby.", you petted his head as he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Why...", he groaned and held you tighter.

"Breakfast?"

"I don't want breakfast."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"No." he grumbled, "I want to stay here."

His voice was raspy and his eyes were still shut. If you ever wanted to do something during the day, then you would have to get him up right now.

"What if I make you your favorite breakfast?", you hum, "Would you get up then?"

With a quiet groan, Beomgyu got on top of you. His elbows leaned on either side of your stomach, and his face was right above your chest. You let him have his moment and laid still on your back. One of his hands went under your sleep shirt, feeling the warm and plush skin of your stomach.

"So I can have you?", he asked with a lazy grin.

"Me?", your face flushed.

"Yeah", he lifted up your shirt slightly and pressed a kiss to your stomach, "You."

You let out a shuttering breath as he kissed down your abdomen, over your hips, and to your thighs. This wasn't a part of your plan to get him out of bed, but you were really appreciating this turn. However, you were starting to wonder what had gotten into him.

"But you wanted breakfast, no?", he stopped.

"Beomgyu...", you sighed, "Could you please not do that today?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, that's the problem.", you said, "Why are you even doing this?"

He leaned over you, resting his head on your chest once again. Beomgyu pouted, trying to make you feel some pity for him. It was actually working, but maybe just because he looked so cute.

"I had a dream - a nice dream - and you woke me up from it.", he muttered.

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2,121 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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just ask; wonwoo x fem!reader

request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! <3

synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.

a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.

cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names

genre: smut, established relationship

word count: 4.2k

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Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.

No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.

Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Good morning, love.", his voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.

Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.

"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?", he laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.

"Mhm...", you hummed, "You looked so good, so, how could I resist?"

He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.

"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible.", he shifted around in bed before he sat up.

Before you could start whining and complaining, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.

"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?", he said when he saw your disappointed expression.

"I'll keep you to that.", you said and went back to sleep.

You hadn't kept him to it. He came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind, so how could you blame him. You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs for some reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.

Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt. One that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it a bit. Maybe it was a dumb idea, and you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now anyway.

"Baby? Is that you?", you heard Wonwoo call out for you.

You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.

"Thought I heard someone outside...", he muttered and motioned for you to come in, "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."

Usually, it was precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair, but of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.

"I don't want to interrupt your game...", you mumbled as an excuse.

"You're not.", he said casually, "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."

His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.

"Come on, baby.", he interrupted your racing thoughts, "I really don't mind, okay?"

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3,373 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

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