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Part III

High Infidelity | Joel Miller X Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: You and Joel hull the kids to the beach for a much needed vacation. Things begin to change.

Tags: Tommy x Reader, Joel x Reader, Tommy's Wife Reader, infidelity, emotional affair, slow burn (as much as you can get for 5 chapters), Tommy goes to jail, Reader has had a child

Warnings: Tommy being a shitty husband & father, Father's day celebration, cursing, consumption of alcohol, emotional affair/cheating, some physical boundaries crossed. Pining

Notes: Y'all know the drill by now, thanks to my loves @janaispunk for beta reading and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for beta reading and providing me with some authentic prison information and inspiration, and @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

Words: 5273

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It’s June before you’re able to escape to the shore. You make it in just over 4 hours. It’s good timing considering the multiple bathroom stops you had to make. It’s a small house that probably hasn’t been renovated since Joel was there as a kid. It sits two blocks off the shore on stilts that make you feel secluded from the people that pass on the quiet street below, and when you stand on the porch, the salty sea breeze caresses your body as you let your eyes close. You can just make out the crash of ocean waves. You can feel the breeze carrying all your cares away.

Nate and Sarah excitedly explore the inside of the house. Their muted enthusiasm floating through the walls makes you smile. You’re thankful for this, thankful for Joel.

The sliding door opens and then shuts. You don’t move. It’s Joel. You know the sound of his footsteps, the way he moves through the world by heart. He settles against the railing, arm pressed against yours.

A smile spreads across your lips as your eyes open, landing on his. He smiles back. “Hard to enjoy the view with your eyes closed, Darlin.” His deep baritone rumbles smoothly. You see it in him too, the way the breeze carries away the wear and worry of the world.

“It’s peaceful out here.”

He nods. “Yeah, it is.”

“We should probably get back in there before the kids break something.”

Joel nudges you with his shoulder. “Don’t jinx us like that.”

“Our two? Unsupervised? That’s asking for it.”

“Our two?” A playful glint glimmers in Joel’s deep brown eyes. “My daughter is perfectly well behaved. It’s your little menace that’s the bad influence.”

“Oh my four year old is the bad influence?” You cross your arms, doing your best to keep the smile at bay.

“For sure- got his dad’s streak for mischief. My Sarah is a perfect angel.” He sticks his tongue out at you.

You roll your eyes, slapping his shoulder, but you don’t have a good response. He’s not wrong. Nathaniel knows how to get into places he shouldn’t. “I seem to recall an incident involving a ten pound bag of flour that says differently.”

Joel chuckles at the memory. Nathaniel was barely a week old when Sarah shrieked in the kitchen only for you to find her and the kitchen dusted in white powder. You had cried upon seeing it, postpartum hormones raging. Joel had cleaned your entire kitchen top to bottom.

“She felt so bad for making you cry,” Joel laughs.

“I think I scared her.”

The door opens again. Sarah and Nathaniel break out, rushing for your legs and begging to go to the beach.

You spend the next several days lazing on the sand, reading more than you have in years as you soak in the sun. The kids run around chasing seagulls and other creatures. Joel helps them catch waves on boogie boards. You both take them further out to ride the waves. Sarah’s arms clutch around Joel’s neck, and Nathaniel does the same to you. They build sandcastles and Joel digs holes big enough to bury them both.

At night, the kids are out by 8 o’clock if not earlier allowing you and Joel to sit out on the deck and drink. Your skin is warm from the constant sun. Joel’s cheeks are tinged pink on your third evening, his chest rosier. The salty air works at his hair, bringing out curls. You like this version of him a lot. You like this version of yourself too.

Your feet sit in his lap as he massages your legs and feet, calves worn out from lugging your belongings across the sand and back. He stares up at the sky, twilight bringing the first few stars with it. You sip your homemade margarita, Joel’s specialty, from a red solo cup.

“I shoulda brought my guitar. Only thing that could make this moment better,” he says.

You hum softly, shifting in your chair. “Wouldn’t be able to massage my feet if you had your guitar.”

He laughs, so easy, so relaxed. You can’t remember the last time things felt this good. “Don’t worry, you’d still get your massage.”

“Why didn’t you bring it?” You cock your head to the side.

“Wouldn’t fit in the car, miss over packer.”

You roll your eyes softly kicking at him. “We’ve used everything I packed. Speaking of which, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” You take another sip of your drink. Joel finds a knot in your calf, working it out as you let out a slight hiss.

Joel shrugs, carefully watching your reactions careful to inflict as little pain as possible. “Ask the kids.”

“It’s Father’s Day.”

“Kids like pancakes.” Joel sips from his own drink before returning to the knot.

“But you don’t.”

“Doesn’t matter what I like, Darlin.”

“Well, it does tomorrow.” You cross your arms.

Joel sighs rolling his eyes.

You narrow yours. “Don’t make me force it out of you. You know I will.”

He considers it a minute before deciding it’s a losing battle. “Those omelets you made for my birthday. I really liked those.”

You smile. “I can manage that.”

You sit in bed with Nathaniel the next morning to call Tommy. As early as possible is preferred, not that Tommy will care. He’s been blowing you off more, hardly talking when you call or visit, seemingly uninterested when you talk about Nate. It’s exhausting. You dread it, but you continue anyway.

It takes a while before Tommy’s voice comes through the speaker. You force an exaggerated smile to your face for Nathaniel’s sake. Daddy is an abstract being to him. “Hey babe. Happy Father’s Day!”

“Oh… that’s today?”

You push back the annoyance rising inside you. “Nate wants to say hello.” You hold the phone up to your four-year-old’s ear.

“Hello?” he says.

You can barely make Tommy’s pathetic response. He won’t even pretend for Nathaniel and that’s the unbearable part of all this.

“Happy Day!” Nathaniel says, taking hold of the receiver before he dives into updating his stranger of a father all about their beach vacation. Tommy stays quiet the whole time.

Rage begins to boil just under the surface. Before it can bubble over, Nathaniel says goodbye, shoving the phone into your chest and dashing out of the room the moment he hears Sarah moving around in the living room.

“Tommy?”

“Look, I need to go.”

You're not sure what’s worse. The hurt or the anger inside you. “I love you.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you on Friday.”

“Tommy.” It sounds like a scold. That’s exactly what it is.

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Time for your wife and son?”

“You’re the one who called me.”

“Are you actually going to call on Friday? Or am I gonna end up sitting next to the phone all evening?”

You get silence.

“Tommy?”

“I’ll call.” And then the line goes dead.

You want to scream or yell or cry or all three. You settle for throwing a pillow across the room and giving yourself 5 minutes to cry. There may only be three months of this left, but you’re not sure you’ll actually be talking to your husband at the end of it, not that the two of you do any talking now.

Wiping your eyes, you make your way to the kitchen to start on Joel’s promised breakfast. Nathaniel and Sarah sit at the table comparing sea shells. “Aunt Bonnie?”

“Yes baby doll?” You smile, kissing her head.

“Which one would Daddy like on his card?” She points to a collection of about 5 shells.

“Hmmm,” you crouch down to her level, looking them over. “I think he would like any of them, but this one looks like him.” You point to a blue-grey shell.

She picks it up, inspecting it carefully. “It does look kinda grumpy like him.”

You laugh. That isn’t what you meant, but she wasn’t wrong. “I’m making omelets. What do y’all want in yours?”

The kids are digging into their breakfast when Joel walks out of his room, arms stretching above his head to reveal a little sliver of his tummy. Sarah quickly shoves her Father’s Day project under some magazines.

“Look who decided to wake up.” You smile over your shoulder. “Morning sleepy head.”

“One day of the year I get to sleep in.” He mumbles, shooting a teasing glare your way. He clocks your red eyes before you can turn away.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” Sarah yells, standing on her chair to give Joel a hug. He chuckles, pulling her into his arms, spinning around, and setting her back on the chair with ease. She laughs.

“Thank you, baby girl.”

“Happy Day!” Nathaniel grins at his uncle.

“Father’s Day.” Sarah corrects. Nathaniel simply shrugs like he’d said the correct thing to begin with.

Joel chuckles, kissing his nephew’s cheek. “Thanks, Bud.”

You track his footsteps over to your side of the kitchen as you invest your full attention on the omelet in front of you. You know he caught your tear-stained eyes. “Fresh coffee in the pot,” You say, keeping your voice even.

You feel his full body heat behind you, a hand falls to your waist as he reaches into the cabinet next to the stove for a coffee mug. Something settles in your stomach.

“What did my idiot brother do now?” He keeps his voice low so the kids don’t overhear.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Darlin.”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Your head snaps toward him. He’s right there, face so close to yours. Always nearby.

“You sure?”

You bristle a little bit. He drops his hand but stays in your space. “Not right now. We’re celebrating you this morning.” He smiles softly at you. “And I don’t want to burn your omelet, so scram.” You cock your head to the side.

He waits a second, searching for any signs he’s missing something. When he’s sure he isn’t, he gives you a soft smile and a tender kiss on the forehead, and steps over to the coffee pot, leaving you feeling warm and hazy.

The kids help clean up after breakfast. Sarah stands on a bench at the sink to wash dishes and Nathaniel waits patiently with a dish towel to dry the lighter dishes. You and Joel sit at the table, second and third cups of coffee in hand as you oversee their efforts.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this next phase of parenting,” Joel says with a long, content sigh.

You feel the easiness thrumming in your veins. Why couldn’t life always be this way? “Yeah if my anxiety about broken dishes or wet feet doesn’t get the better of me first.”

He chuckles softly, sipping from his mug as an easy silence falls between you. You watch the kids and Joel watches you. Sun pours through the many windows of the beach house. You’re not ready to leave tomorrow.

“You wanna talk about it now?”

You sigh. “Not really. We’re supposed to be celebrating you today.”

“I’ll be able to enjoy myself more if I know what’s going on in your head.”

You keep your gaze focused on the kids, rolling the words around in your head. You feel emotionally exhausted by it all and you’re not even through the morning hours yet.

“Darlin,” Joel kicks at your foot, smile on his face. “C’mon. We can talk about it.”

You set your mug down, turning toward him. “He’s just blowing us off again. I spent more time waiting for him to come to the phone than I did talking to him. He hardly interacted with Nate this morning.” You roll your eyes in an attempt to push away the tears pressing to escape.

Joel reaches across the table, taking your hand. He runs his thumb over your knuckles. It grazes past your wedding band, almost taunting you now.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t fair to either of you,” Joel says.

“You’d think I’d stop letting it affect me at some point.”

Joel bites his lip, eyes pinned to your ring finger. “He’s your husband. Needs to start acting like it,” Joel says gruffly. You catch the spark of something in his deep brown eyes, but you don’t have time to place it.

“We’re done!” Sarah exclaims with a proud smile, her shirt soaked through.

You pull your hand from Joel’s, wrapping it around your warm mug as you laugh. “Thank you for your help. Both of you.” Nathaniel puts the dish towel carefully over the oven handle, shooting you the biggest grin.

“Can we do presents now?” Sarah asks, curls bouncing with her.

“Presents?” Joel says. “Y’all didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Don’t be silly, Daddy.” Sarah says, looking to you for permission.

“I think now is a great time for gifts.”

Both kids run toward their shared room. They had been very excited at the promise of bunk beds. You ease out of your chair. “Not you too.” Joel shakes his head.

You shoot him a wink. “Suck it, Miller.”

Flashes of your delayed Mother’s Day celebration jump between you. Joel had switched up the weekends and hadn’t been prepared, but had made up for it the following weekend. You hadn’t heard from Tommy. He never even mentioned it.

You grab the small box from your suitcase, a small white bow tied around it. The four of you settle in the living room. You sit tucked into one end of the sofa while Joel sits at the other end, a bouncing kid on either side of him.

“Me first!” Sarah says, handing her card and hand-wrapped gift to her father.

Joel takes care, slowly reading the card out loud. His gift consists of a souvenir snow globe and a puca shell necklace. She picked them out with great care at the beach shop the two of you stopped in yesterday. He oos and awes over both.

“You should put on the necklace!” Sarah says, standing up on the cushions of the couch.

“Maybe I want to admire it more,” Joel says.

You bite back a smile. He’s already lost this battle and you both know it.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy.” She grabs it from his hand, determination, and concentration painted on her face as she wraps it around his neck.

“Yeah, don’t be silly, Daddy.” You tease, shooting him a wink. He pokes his tongue out at you as Sarah almost chokes him in the process of securing the necklace.

“Not so tight, baby girl.”

“Oops,” she giggles. “All done.”

She steps back to admire her handiwork, looking quite pleased. “What do you think, Aunt Bonnie?”

“Beautiful,” You smile, laughter evident in your tone of voice. “You look ready to hit the beach.”

“My turn!” Nathaniel announces, handing Joel a hand-drawn picture depicting their day at the beach yesterday. He goes into great detail describing everything he drew. Joel’s hand rests on Nate’s shoulder blades, head tucked toward him as he takes in everything the boy says with practiced patience and intentionality.

It strikes something in your heart, a deep longing. That should be Tommy. But it also sends a deep sense of gratitude toward your brother-in-law for picking up where his brother has failed. You swallow back the tears, losing track of how much you’ve had to do that today.

“Thank you, Bud. I love it.” Joel kisses Nathaniel's head.

“You’re welcome, Daddy.”

Joel freezes. Ice rushes through your bloodstream. Your eyes meet Joel’s. What do you say to that? Neither of you knows the answer.

“He’s not your daddy, Nate,” Sarah says, pulling out her older sister voice. “He’s your uncle.”

“Oh yeah,” Nathaniel shrugs, unbothered by his mishap as he swings his legs back and forth, hitting the couch with his heels as he does.

“Aunt Bonnie, do you have the other gift?” Sarah asks, determined to keep the morning on schedule.

“Yeah, right here.” You fumble around, finding the box tucked between yourself and the couch. Joel keeps his eyes on you trying to figure out what’s running through your mind, but he can’t.

Sarah plucks the box from your hands before presenting it to her father. “This is from all three of us.”

She looks very proud of herself. Joel takes it with a smile, eyes flickering back to you briefly. You give him an encouraging nod.

He loosens the bow, pulling off the top. The kids lean over either side of his body, excited for the reveal even though they’ve both seen it. He pulls it out, inspecting it carefully. A black watch face with silver accents and an olive green watch band. His eyes dart to yours. You smile at him.

“You’ve been talking about it for years.” You smirk, sipping your coffee. “You were never gonna do it yourself.”

“It’s exactly what I wanted.” He shakes his head, a stunned chuckle shaking his chest. “How’d you know?”

“Found an old picture Tommy had stored away last fall.”

“Look at the back.” Sarah bounces with excitement.

Joel flips it over. His brows knit together as he catches the inscription. Happy Father’s Day. We love you. Sarah and Nathaniel. 1997.

“Do you like it?” Sarah looks up at him with sparkling excitement.

“I love it.” He kisses her cheek, thanking both the children. He wraps it around his wrist, buckling it into place.

“Now you won’t be late anymore,” Sarah says, making you and Joel laugh.

“We can only hope,” you say.

Joel looks up at you with one of the most heartfelt smiles you’ve ever seen. His lips move silently. Thank you.

You nod in response.

You spend the final day of your vacation on the beach until the sun has disappeared. Joel ends up running back to the house to grab the car so your two very tired children don’t melt down. You hurry through bath time, trying to get all the sand from hair and bodies. You’re sure you’ll be finding sand all over your and Joel’s homes for months.

You provide goodnight hugs and kisses, but Joel takes bedtime duties. You’re cleaning up the kitchen, and packing up pantry items when the first lines of You Are My Sunshine drift out of the kid’s bedroom in Joel’s soft melodies. The kids' sleepy voices talk him into another lullaby and then another before their eyelids slip closed and their breathing evens out.

The door clicks softly and you’ve already pulled the margarita pitcher and new solo cups. “See they talked you into the whole set list tonight.” You smile, filling the cups with the last of the margaritas.

“It’s the last night of vacation.” Joel chuckles. He grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and the half-eaten bag of pretzels. “They asked so nicely.”

“And you’re a big softy.”

You grab both cups, following Joel out to your spot on the deck. It’s cooler tonight, the breeze a bit stronger. You sit across from each other, feet propped in the seat of the other’s chair with the blanket spread across your legs. Joel sets the pretzels right at your knees.

“Did you enjoy your day?” You ask, sipping on the day-old margarita. It goes down easier tonight, and your cup is filled to the brim.

“It was a good day.” Joel smiles at you, easy and relaxed. The world and your issues feel so far away here despite the day’s earlier events. “Probably the best Father’s Day yet.”

“Oh you mean it beats the raw banana bread from last year?” You’re laughing before the sentence fully leaves your mouth. Joel’s head falls back, chest vibrating with laughter.

His hair curls more from the salty air and fits him, tanned skin, curly hair, Puca shell necklace and all. You wonder if you look like a similar version of yourself, the relaxed beach version.

“Sarah trying to choke me with the necklace beats whatever it was you tried to bake last year.”

You stick out your tongue. The pretzel bag rustles as he grabs a handful. You take another drink from your cup. Joel Miller makes a mean margarita.

“What about you? Did you have a good day then?”

You take an extra second to think about it before nodding. “Yeah. I can’t complain when it comes to well-behaved kids and the beach.”

“Nathaniel calling me dad didn’t throw you off, I hope.”

Your shoulders tense a little bit. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that.”

“Kinda surprised it hasn’t happened sooner if I’m being honest.” Joel’s pointer finger slides along the lip of his cup before he brings it to his lips.

You bite your lips, staring at the house across the street. “Same.”

“Sorry, that was kinda a mood killer.” Joel’s hand rests on your calf.

“It’s fine. You’re more of a father to him than his real dad.” You try to wave it off, but the facts are reeling in your mind like a movie. “Fuck, you were in the delivery room, and coached his T-ball team, and you’ve tucked him into bed more times than Tommy ever has.” You swipe away the moisture that’s gathered in your eyes, chasing them with another gulp of your drink.

“Hey… maybe you should slow down there.” Joel leans forward, his feet dropping from your chair as he grabs the solo cup from you and the pretzels tumble to the deck.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” You reach for the cup, but Joel keeps it out of reach, setting it on the ground next to his.

“I do.” He’s firm with you, grabbing your hands and tucking them between his. You can’t meet his eyes, embarrassment flooding your body. “What's going on in your mind right now?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Darlin,” He tugs gently on your arms. Your feet greet the warm deck as you're forced to sit up straighter. The side of your knee bumps against his. “You can talk to me.”

“I just want to enjoy our last night, Joel.”

“Can’t do that if I’m worried about you.” He tips your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

The street lights flicker off his warm eyes. You feel his touch linger under your chin. Extra warmth gathers in each place he touches. The words bubbling up in you, helpless to stop the thoughts circling in your head for months.

“I’m not sure my marriage is salvageable. I don’t know if I’ll recognize my husband when he gets out. I don’t think he’s the same person-“ You can’t finish through the choked-out sobs.

Joel lets out a soft sigh and before you know it, he’s tugging your pliant body into his lap, rubbing your back. He kisses your head. Your head finds the crook of his neck, fingers digging into the back of it. He’s the steady rock he’s always been. It does little to soothe your racing mind.

You have so many questions and no answers. Tommy’s release from prison always felt like a distant finish line. Now, three months away, it feels like just the start.

“No matter what, I’ve got you,” Joel says, hand cupping your cheek. “I’m here for you.”

How much longer can you continue to find solace in your brother-in-law's arms? How much longer will Joel play the part Tommy is supposed to? Supporter, parent, partner…

You pull back, fingers still wrapped around his neck. The metal of your wedding ring presses against his skin, but he’s used to feeling it. He doesn’t even think about it anymore. Your forehead nearly touches his. The pools of his deep eyes are endless. They’re different than Tommy’s. You don’t mean to compare, but you like it, soft and inviting after sleeping on rocks for years. You think you catch the hints of desire in them. You’ve forgotten what it feels like to be desired.

There’s a fight, a push and pull between you. Who’s going to do it. His hot breath fans across your lips. Who’s going to be the one to finally cross the line you’ve been toeing for so long and drag the other one into exile with them? It’s a lush oasis in the middle of the desert you’ve been traveling. One move and you can dip your toe in.

Joel gives in first, leaning in. Your eyes flutter shut with anticipation, another touch of his breath. His nose nudges against yours. You catch a whiff of the salt on his skin, and then, nothing, a mirage all in your head leaving you stranded in the desert.

Confusion knits your brow before your eyes are open. Joel is still close, closer than a man that’s not your husband should be, but he feels further away than ever.

His thumb nudges your bottom lip. He gives a weak smile in an attempt to cover his true emotions. “We can’t…”

He’s right. You hate yourself for getting so carried away. “I know.”

Your hand drops from his neck. You might be sitting on his lap but he’s never felt farther from you.

“You should go to bed.”

You think to fight him on it, but you decide not to. You stand up. Joel doesn’t move, thumb playing with the lip of his solo cup. He can’t meet your eyes and it feels like you might be losing him too.

Before you can think better of it, you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Your fingers rake through his hair twice over. His eyes close and he lilts into you just the slightest.

“Thank you, Joel. For everything.”

His Adam’s Apple bobs as you pull away. He keeps his eyes pinned ahead, fingers curling around the red plastic. He’s barely holding on to control.

“Good night,” he says, voice gruff, never looking away from his fixed point.

“Goodnight.”

Joel finishes off yours and his margarita before he falls into bed. It’s just enough to keep him buzzed as he runs toward rest. He can’t get the feel of you out of his mind, how close he was to ripping apart his whole family.

He’s in and out of sleep when the door pops open. He assumes it’s Sarah. She probably had a bad dream, and tosses the corner of the comforter back. Except, the full size mattress dips lower than it should. He reaches out but instead of Sarah’s small frame, he gets a handful of your waist as the smell of you fills his nostrils. In the haze of sleep, Joel opens his eyes just enough to find you facing away from him.

The bed isn’t big enough for his legs not to tangle with yours, not if he wants restful sleep. Your body doesn’t tense under his touch. You don’t say anything. Neither does he, but your body melts into him until he finds his arm fully around your middle, back flush against his front.

Joel Miller considers himself a good man, but a good man doesn’t yearn for his brother’s wife. A good man doesn’t give into the temptation to have her so close, to be with her so intimately. Tonight, Joel Miller doesn’t worry about being a good man. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but tonight, Joel Miller falls asleep with you in his arms and bed. Tonight, Joel Miller’s deepest desires come true. Just for tonight, he gets to pretend you’re his.

You wake up to an empty bed like you have since Tommy went to prison, but something feels off about it. A familiar smell lingers under your nose, and unfamiliar warmth fills you even though the sheets are cold.

You let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering open. You stare up at the ceiling, convinced once again that something feels off. You turn to look at the clock on the bed stand but there’s not one there. The walls are a different color and you shoot up as it all comes flooding back.

You almost kissed Joel last night. The way you tossed and turned before giving into temptation and crawling in beside him. He hadn’t fought you, hadn’t said a word but pulled you flush against him in the bed that was just a bit too small. You’d slept like a baby for the first time in years.

Joel sits at the table with the kids as they shovel the last of the extra sugary cereal into their mouths. A special vacation treat. You expect Joel to ignore you or at least be standoffish, but he hands you a cup of steaming coffee with the same smile he always does, crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes as if nothing happened.

You offer a smile in response. A silent agreement to never speak on it again.

You’ve been home for a week when it comes, a plain white envelope stuffed with something soft labeled with a return address you’re all too familiar with written in Tommy’s chicken scratch handwriting.

You wait until Nathaniel is down for the night, but it throws you the whole evening. Letters from Tommy are more rare than phone calls. You’ve received one, maybe two since he was incarcerated. Considering he’d promised to call on after Father’s day and hadn’t, the mysterious letter makes you feel unsettled. What shoes are left to drop?

You run the envelope through your hands, thumb picking at the corner of the seal, uncommitted to actually tearing it open. You’re worried whatever lies within will only hurt you more. You can’t sustain more hurt.

Finally, you dig into the corner, tearing it open. Your eyebrows knit together. White fabric is neatly folded and tucked within. You pull it out, revealing a square of white fabric, like a bandana unfurls and a note falls to the floor. As you take in the black and white drawing on the fabric, you gasp. It’s a drawing of the picture you keep on your nightstand. The moment Tommy met Nathaniel for the first time. Tommy’s arm is wrapped around you, Nathaniel in his arms with the biggest grin on his face. It’s a moment that’s seared into your memory. Seeing it portrayed like this brings tears to your eyes, the emotions from that day and the last 696 flooding your body.

Before the tear completely blur your vision, you pick up the note. You can barely make out Tommy’s handwriting when your eyes are clear, but you manage.

Baby,

You and I both know I didn’t draw this. My cellmate did based on the photo. You probably know that. They call them paños. I’ve seen a lot of the ones guys in here have sent to their girls. They’re pretty cool.

I’m sorry. I wish I could be better for you and Nathaniel. I love you, Bonnie.

Tommy.

Tears stream down your face. Just like that your heart seems to forget the heartache of the last couple years. This proves that your Tommy is still inside him somewhere, fighting to come back to you. You’ll do anything to have your Tommy back.

It doesn’t matter if you're grasping at threads. Your heart overpowers your mind. You’re determined that you can pull him back by those threads, maybe not now, but once he’s out. Once he’s out, you can bring him back. You’re his Bonnie. He’s your Clyde. You’re tied together. Your heart beats for him, but you don’t catch a piece of your heart breaking off from the rest. That part can't beat for Tommy. It’s attached to someone else.

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

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Sy is nice enough but you're still put off by your meeting. He carries a bag gallantly to a large black truck and pulls open the back door to place it on the seat. He turns to you to take the next. You hug it, wondering if you should settle for half your load and run for the hills.

Still, you can't help but feel beholden to him. The pin on his hat and the way he looks at you. He just seems a bit oblivious to how unsettling his approach Is.

He takes the bag and you just stare. You feel hollow and your ears are on fire. You just keep going along with this and that voice in your head is screaming at you to stop.

“Here,” he shuts the back door and pulls the passenger's open.

You look at him then into the truck. Are you crazy!? You can't just go with this man in his vehicle…

You grab onto the interior of the door and climb up into the truck. He touches your lower back gently as if to help you. You drop into the seat and thank him, trying not to let your fear bubble over.

He shuts the door and your stomach plummets. Are you being kidnapped? Are you letting yourself be abducted? Oh, you're gonna end up on a podcast.

He gets in the driver's side as you sink into the horror movie unfolding in your head. You look over at him as he unfolds a pair of dark sunglasses and puts them on to block out the sun's glare. He's so calm it's frightening. He knows exactly what's coming and you can't even begin to imagine the sheer terror awaiting you.

Maybe a nice basement cell. Worse, a field and a hole six feet deep. Your heart feels like it's stopped. Your vision is hazy and your ears are ringing.

The truck rolls backwards and lurches you back to reality. You blink and look over the hood. Sy pulls out of the spot smoothly and cranks the wheel to straighten out.

“Y'okay, sweetie?” He asks as he comes to the exit.

“Mmm, yeah,” you eke out as you grip the inside of the door. “I'm all good I just… I never expected to meet a follower.”

“Yeah, I uh… you know, I only ever dreamed it. Being over there, the days… well you don't know if you'll see the next, or even the night,” he lets out a deep breath, “I didn't put real thought into it til I got back and… it's so fu– so, er, lonely, you know? You're the only thing that was the same.”

“Oh,” your cheeks twitch as you attempt a smile, “that's very sweet. I… you know, I kinda just do the streams to get my thoughts out, it's not really… I don't know.”

“I like it. It's peaceful,” he drives down the street as the passing buildings spike your concern. “Don't get much of that.”

“Sure, I… I can imagine.”

“Hey, if it means keeping sweet things like you safe, I'll do it,” he chuckles.

Before you can respond, he slams on the breaks and his tires skid. A car in front of him flashes their tail light. He snarls and you watch the fury furrow above his brows.

“You fu–” his booming voice catches and he bites down on his words, growling instead. “Ugh,” he exhales, “that guy… coulda got hurt…”

“Yeah,” you clasp your hands together.

"Or he coulda hurt us!" He throws a hand up.

“That was close," you mewl, "but we're okay, right?”

He inhales and looks at you. He closes his eyes and nods, “you're right, sweetie.”

You bite down, fighting not to show your fear. There's something in him that threatens to boil over. You can see it in the vein popping out along his forehead.

“So, I know a place, they got good bacon, probably some good french toast,” he leans on the pedal again, “get some whip cream on top?”

“Well, I appreciate it but I really should get home,” you say gently, “but maybe another time–”

“It's my treat, sweetie,” he insists, “it's been a long time since I got to sit down to eat with a pretty girl.”

“Oh,” is all you can muster. You don't want to push him. You know the tenuous tightrope walk. Just do what he wants, keep him happy.

“I didn't say… you look real nice today. That's my favourite of yours,” he keeps one hand on the wheel and points towards you, “the overalls.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and twist your fingers, letting out a rocky chuckle.

“So cute when you do that,” he rumbles and rests his hand on the corner of your seat, “that lil laugh.”

“Um, yeah, sorry, I… it's a habit.”

“Nah, I like it,” he assures you and rescinds his hand to flip his signal on.

He turns into another plaza and you see the bright painted sign above a diner. A white cup on a teal banner. You've never been there but you pass it on the bus. He pulls up right at the front of the lot before the windows. You can see people inside as waitress carry trays between tables.

“I don't know about you but I'm starving,” he drawls and undoes his seat belt.

You sit in the seat, paralysed and helpless. He comes around your side and you click the button on your own belt. You turn and he offers his hand to help you get down. When you ignore it, he grabs your arm to ease your landing.

He swings the door shut and you shuffle past him. You have no choice but to keep going. Get through this and you'll go home and block him. Maybe even delete your whole account.

He reaches around you as you come up to the door and pulls it open. Be sweeps you inside with his arm and follows you through. A waitress in a black blouse greets you and you look to Sy over your shoulder.

“Table, thank you,” he says.

She leads you to a table for two and you sit, arms crossed as you rock nervously. He orders coffee as he slides off his sunglasses and the waitress turns to you. You push yourself straight.

“Um, chocolate milk, please,” you request.

“Right away, hon,” she leaves you with the menus as you unfold your arms and pick at your thumbnail.

“So cute, chocolate milk,” he comments as he takes the laminated menu from the table, “oh, look,” he flicks it, “French toast. Can get berries with it.”

You look down and lean forward to see past the sheen of the plastic sheath. You narrow in on the French toast but your stomach rolls. You're too nervous to be hungry.

“Yeah, looks good,” you say, “um, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Sure,” he smiles as he browses the menu.

You get up, wobbling slightly before you get your balance. You search for the sign to the restrooms and head down the short hall behind the kitchen. You dip inside and lock yourself in a stall.

You really can't afford to abandon your groceries. Worse, you don't dare anger him. He's nice but you don't know how nice he'd be if you ran out on him. Just get yourself together, it's just breakfast. You'll get through it then try to forget your stupidity.

You should've known better but you didn't have enough followers to worry it never even occurred to you but it should be. It's your own fault.

You take a few minutes to mellow out. You don't quite get there but the longer you stay, the longer he has to get suspicious. No, you're not going to run. You don't think you'll get very far.

You come back out and return to the table. As you sit, he sips his coffee and his eyes crinkle at you. Your chocolate milk is waiting beside a wrapped straw. As you tear through the paper, you sense him watching you.

He clinks his cup down, "ordered your french toast. Extra sugar... since you're so sweet."

You issue a brittle chuckle. You stare at him. He's taken his cap off, revealing a shaved head above his thick beard. His shoulders are broad, all of him is. He's so thick and his arms are bulging with muscle beneath his tee shirt. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, a contrast to the rest of his rough exterior.

"You don't gotta be shy," his voice gristle in his throat as he leans forward, elbows on the table. "What do ya wanna know?"

"Pardon?" You croak.

"Well, I know everything about you," he grins, "you barely know me."

You gulp, wavering like you've been knocked upside the head. You part your lips and peer around. His self-awareness if almost there but not quite.

"I..." you don't know what to say or ask or do. He toys with the handle of his coffee cup. "What do you take.... in your, uh, coffee?"

He chuckles, "really? Why's that? You planning to bring me coffee in the mornings?"

You meet his eyes again and he winks. You giggle and move your lips like a gasping fish.

"Teasing, ya, sweetie, I don't wanna rush you," he says, "I take it black, but I don't mind some cream on Sundays."

You nod, embarrassed, and poke your straw into your cup, leaning forward to slurp up the chocolate milk. His eyes linger on your lips as you do. You pull back and take a napkin to wipe your mouth.

"Erm... well, what... how did you... find my page?"

He sits back, gripping the edges of the table as he sighs, "I was just scrolling around but I'm starting to think it's something bigger than us, you know? I was goin' through it. I needed something and there you were, showin' off those new boots you got with the flower."

Flowers? You got those boots over a year ago. You remember that stream. He's been watching you that long.

"Oh, ha, right," you murmur.

"There aren't many people out there like you left, you know? I've seen the worst in people but in you, I saw the best," he explains, "the way you just take everything in. Looking at the flowers and the birds and... you just know how to appreciate life."

You smile and nod. What else can you do as the world crashes down? He was there yesterday. That blurry figure behind you in the photo, the shadow creeping just beyond your sight. You don't doubt it was him.

“I try, er…”

You sit back as the waitress approaches. She puts a plate before you, French toast with a side of fruit salad, sugar and whip on top of the bread. She lays down Sy's plate, mounded in eggs, home fries, sausage, and two types of bacon, with rye toast. You would guess that is just barely enough to fill him up.

“Dig in,” he says as he grabs his cutlery.

You sit forward and take your fork and knife. You cut into the eggy bread and stab the small triangle of the corner. As you raise your fork, Sy growls, “get some cream too, sweetie.”

You flinch but do as he says. You swipe the bread through the dolloped cream and shove it through your lips. You stare at your plate as you chew. You wish he wouldn't watch you. You don't like eating in front of others.

“Is it good?” He asks.

“Very,” you swallow and cover your mouth.

“Don't worry, I think it's cute you got cream on your lips,” he plucks up a piece of bacon with his fingers, “didn't get good fixings like this in the sh– over there,” he bites into the strip and chews.

“Yeah, I wouldn't think…” you twirl your fork nervously, “do you have to go back?”

“Mmm, not anytime soon. They're tryna get me on a desk,” he shrugs, “might be a good change but I don't know if I'm suited to it…” he tosses back the rest of the bacon, chewing thoughtfully, “but I'm about that age. Gotta settle down, so I figure, makes sense.”

“Right, right, yeah, fair,” you garble mindlessly.

“Besides, when you got someone at home, you don't wanna run back into the bull– into war,” he smirks.

You take another bite, even as your stomach churns. You don't like how he's talking, as if you're together. As if he knows you. It's strange.

He scoops up a forkful of home fries and shovels them back. You can't fault his table manners, he was probably eating out of cans for the last few years. Not that you would say anything. You're much too scared for that.

You fall into a trance, focusing on the simple task of cutting into the toast, chewing but not tasting as your heart tamps behind your ears. You sense a shift and look up, your cheeks full of food as you make eye contact with Sy’s phone camera. You swallow painfully and nearly choke.

“What are you doing?” You squeak.

“For your Instagram,” he smiles, “I’ll send you the pics…” he frames his phone with both hands as he admires the screen, “you look so cute.”

You shudder and grip the knife and fork tight. You look back to the stack. You think you’ll ask for it to go. If you eat any more, you’re definitely going to be sick.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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HELLO!!! OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ❤️✨. I WAIT FOR YOU EVERYDAY TO POST 💖 YOUR WRITING IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD 🙇 CAN I PLS REQUEST LOOKISM MEN WITH A HOUSEWIFE READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOUR WORK 😍🥰

Hey anon, thanks for reading my brainrot and your request! You are adorable and I am loving the energy in this ask.

Gone for hc, but lemme know if you want a lil fic/drabble. I started to write a snippet for Jake and Goo and then realised I wanted to write for more of the boys but it gets a bit repetitive, yknow?

Lookism Boys with Housewife S/O headcanons

Jake Kim

After what feels like a lifetime of instant ramen and worrying about Big Deal, it's nice to have some homecooked meals and know that at least one part of his life is running smoothly.

Will always try to split the chores and errands evenly with you, because it's Jake. And if you wave him away and say no it's fine, he will follow you around anyway because spending time with you? Yes please.

Goo Kim

If you want to be a housewife, knock yourself out, honeybun. If you want to just sit around on your ass all day and do nothing, that's fine too. Goo will hire cleaners. Whatever makes you happy.

Actually loves doing shared chores with you though, and canonically he loves to cook. You do the prepping, he does the actual chef work. A little because it's a fun roleplay for him, and a lot because he does appreciate time together where he can just ramble on to you.

Gun Park

Housewife is.. fine. He can provide more than enough for the both of you. Honestly doesn't have any feelings about it one way or the other.

From a practical and pragmatic sense, it's nice to have someone he trusts look after your home. And then if/when there are kids coming along then it's also a lot easier if you are a stay-at-home parent too.

Samuel Seo

You're not so much a housewife, as a kept wife. Samuel has the vibes that if he can afford to so, and he absolutely can, then you are not lifting a finger.

Yes, he loves you but more because it's a matter of pride that he can provide for you in all areas of your life. You keeping the household running smoothly? Fine. But doing dishes? He has the ridiculous notion that it's below you.

Eugene

Yeah, you're also not going to be a housewife with Eugene. You can be in a power couple with him, but there is zero expectation to be a traditional housewife. You guys employ people for that.

Enjoy your shopping and brunches and being on the board of charities or whatever with other socialites.

DG/James Lee

This guy has enemies and unhinged fans coming out of his butthole, so for your safety and his peace of mind, housewife is great. Leaves pretty much most of the errands to you as his fame prevents him doing even the most simple things (but yet no one catches him beating up minors).

Extremely private with his personal life and with you. You're the only bit of normalcy in his insane life (lives?) and appreciates the sanctuary and home you have both built. Seeing you do the laundry, dust, cook, whatever? It's a sigh of relief for his soul.

Zack Lee/Vasco Tabasco

The two of them are pretty similar here.

Are you kidding? Absoutely loves that you are a housewife, there's something about the fact that you are looking after their wellbeing that they adore.

Has very traditional ideas of gender roles, much to the chagrin of you at times, so them being the financial provider, and the household being your domain sounds great to them. Any issues with that? Don't worry, just let them know and they will bend over backwards to make sure you're happy.

Xiaolong

Takes a long time to get used this, and even then you being a housewife and looking after the household and family never quite feels right.

Don't blame Xiaolong though, he has had a lifetime of servitude. Always feels a little guilty about not looking after you in all areas of your life. He never quite fully breaks out of this mindset but is forever grateful for you and all that you do.

Vin Jin

What housewife? You're on the road touring with him when he's an international platinum-selling rapper.

Johan Seong

Well a positive of you being a housewife is that the further away from danger you are, the better.

However, being the sole financial provider does stress him out. He's had to scrape so goddamn hard for his mother's surgery, and the thought that the he has to do that forever? It does freak him out a little.

Much much prefers an equal partnership.

Eli Jang

Loves the stability of having you being a housewife for Yenna.

He trusts you with his life, and more importantly with Yenna. Eli knows she is in a safe pair of hands with you so that is a massive weight off his mind.

Overall it does a lot for healing the shitty childhood he had. Experiencing the loving home you have cultivated means more to him than you will ever know.

Warren Chae

He is the best househusband, and no one can convince me otherwise. Being able to have a calm life, with a loving partner and his biggest concern are looking after the home and family? After worrying about Hostel? Sign him the fuck up.

Warren will wave you off to work with a smile, the most delicious home-cooked lunch ever and a little note for you to read and perk up your day.

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shiny-kaibernyte · 2 months

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It's my Birthday!

March 19th and im a year closer to meeting Arceus lucky me! So here is some of my Pokémon simps headcannons as to how they would celebrate your birthday. (I was going to do my top 5 simps but they are all from different things so I'm gonna leave those to myself) There will be no Scarlett and violet characters. They will be in they're own post (There's a lot I like)

Characters: Adaman, Lysander, Raihan, Leon, Cynthia, Volo

💙💎Adaman💎💙

Adaman’s number one rule is that every moment counts. So when it comes to planning your birthday, he makes sure every second he spends planning results in the perfect outcome.

He would make sure to remember all of your favourite things to do and put as many as he can in one day without overdoing it. Adaman was always good at planning. Execution was the problem.

Headstrong and passionate don’t tend to go well together, so no matter how many hours he spends detailing everything. Planning around possible problems; as always something is bound to go wrong.

Surprise bandit attack; Alpha attack; Something happens in the Demand clan; Irida

Will that stop him from making this day all about you? Arceus no! He’s just gonna try harder to make you happy. Even if you're already beaming with the royal treatment he is giving you. Adaman won’t stop until the sun is gone, and he’s carrying you back home.

I would try and pinpoint 1 specific thing he’d do, but Adaman would do basically anything you wanted. Your wish was his command, whatever you wanted to do - he would do. Want to go on a catching spree? Sure. Want to walk along the coastal beach, when do we leave? Want to scale the cobalt mountains to reach the temple of Sinnoh? He’s already racing you up there.

You could drag him to the Alabaster Iceland's and he would follow you like a Fidough. It’s your day and he is going to make damn sure you feel like royalty by the end.

🧡☕Lysandre☕🧡

Lysandre is a busy man. Being the leader of Team flare and running his company and keeping his goal of beauty running smoothly. Time is not something he has! But for his darling's birthday, that's time he is happy to put aside.

He wouldn’t be particularly flashy about what he does for your birthday. He is a gentleman aftercall! Not psychotic at all he's fine i swear. Don’t expect Tengen Uzui to be flashy with him. Lysandre is much more laid back than that. He won’t show you off to the world if you aren't comfortable with it.

His personal life is something he likes to keep behind closed doors, so for your birthday, the most public he would get is taking you out around Lumios, weather that be a shopping spree, a nice conversation at a quiet café. Dinner at a nice restaurant would be a must however. He still wants you to feel special so he will spoil you rotten with gifts. Dudes got the money to burn.

I can see Lysandre planning something beforehand to keep the paparazzi distracted. Like calling in a favour with a friend high up and having them stage something on the other side of the city so you two can be together in peace.

Once you two get home, he will spend the night with you watching any movie or show you want. Reading with you, just talking with you. Anything you want so long as he can see that beautiful smile of yours.

Lysandre will go to bed with you but… It's a 50/50 shot if he will still be in bed when you wake up. If he is there, lucky you! If he isn’t there, expect an apology note written quite detailed and a nice breakfast with a simple apology gift next to it.

💗🐉Raihan🐉💗

Battle dates. This man will take you to every single gym tournament and battle he can just to watch your excited face when something awesome happens. Seeing his treasure smile makes him all bubbly and giddy.

But don’t worry, he isn't;’t just going to drag you around Galar showing you fight after fight. He isn’t that stupid. Raihan would definitely take you flying on Flygon so you can see the beauty of Galar from his view. Though his view won’t be on the land below.

For once, he will not mention Leon’s name once! I didn’t know that was possible but here we are. Today is about you, so Leon is flicked temporarily out of Raihans mind and into the naughty corner.

Photo’s everywhere. Anywhere you two go, he will either stop to take a selfie with you or tell you to go pose somewhere so he can capture the moment. Defiantly will ask you before posting the photo though. Sometimes though he will sneak a photo of you when he thinks you like breath-taking. Something to keep to himself. And don't even think about saying you look bad in one of them, because he will then take a million more to prove you wrong. That or smother you in kisses so you won't say it again.

Raihan will be like Lysander when it comes to gifts. This man will SPOIL YOU! Anything you want, you’d have to grab him by the hood to stop him taking the crowd of people down with him.

He would 1000% be down for a movie marathon as well if you would rather stay inside. He will have a fort built, snacks at the ready and every movie ready.

💜🎮Leon🎮💜

Bless his soul, he has no idea what to do. Leon would want to take you somewhere really nice he found during his travels, if only he could remember which direction it was in. Then he thought about a nice restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try. Which city was that in again? Perhaps he could take you out to the beach, where was that again?

He would leave it at. “I’ll follow you.” So just drag him around with you and he will gladly follow you and do what you wanna do. Just nothing reckless, he won’t do anything that could get you hurt. Unlike Raihan he would avoid battle arenas.

I feel like Leon would 100% be down for a gaming day, he’d let you take him to any game store and buy every game you wanted and just play all of them. Card, board, video all of them. Single player or multiplayer he will be right there cheering you on or giving you competitive gals with a smile.

If you're up for it, Leon would ask if Hop could join you two for a little while, not long as Leon does want to spend the day with you, but Hop sees you as a family too.

Dude cannot read. So do not ask him to read anything, he can’t tell the difference between Your and You’re. But if you like reading out loud, he will have his head in your lap listening to you read if that will make you happy.

Leon would try and make you the best cake he can! We know this man can decorate very well, the baking half is a hit or miss, definitely would have gotten help from an unknown alias. His mom.

🖤🌺Cynthia🌺🖤

Forest date. This woman would give you the royal treatment. Lysander got nothing on this Queen! She will take you anywhere you want for the day. But if you ask her to pick what you do or… a surprise!? She takes that as a challenge. You will most likely wind up on a secluded part of a meadow surrounded by nature.

Tranquil and beautiful, a place for just the two of you to spend time with one another. No champion duties, paparazzi, endless questions of your relationship. Just Her and you.

Cynthia’s Roserade would make it subtly rain rose petals around the area to add to her love for you. If it’s raining, she has a plan for that too. No rain is going to ruin your special day! Hope you like dancing in the rain because she is already dragging you out to the flower meadows to dance with you hand in hand.

You can guarantee she has a picnic somewhere hidden, Where you will never know that. But this woman has come PREPARED! She’s prepared for everything, and your birthday is no exception. She has everything, from your favourite snacks, drinks, everything. Even the blanket is your favourite colour. Cynthia even bought a pillow with her that you could sit on so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you wanted it.

Like Raihan her Pokémon would be involved. But instead of flying, she would use her Pokémon to put on a show for you. The rose petals from Roserade being just an example. Her Garchomp would show you a fireworks show when night arrived, along with the help of Togekiss.

She won’t spoil you with gifts. Instead she will have one thing she made for you herself. It won’t be very big, but it will show you the love she has for you. Whatever she made you, expect it to be incredibly meaningful.

💛✨Volo✨💛

Cynthia had to get her skills somewhere and this is where. Volo does everything Cynthia does but somehow even more extra.

If Cynthia gives you the royal treatment, he is giving you the Deity treatment. Man has Giratina at his call, he can literally give you anything! And he will use it to his advantage at every chance he gets. He will use his craftsman skills to make you a bracelet with all of the stones on as a mark of your journey together. If you want him to make another so you can match, oh look he already did! What are the chances?

This man will take you EVERYWHERE! Even places you have never been to before on the back of Giratina, he will show you the world most don’t get to see. The world he will build for you. But he won’t spoil that surprise.

He would definitely make you food, he travels alot so cooking is a must know skill. So your birthday with him isn't a day, it's a whole week. And every time he makes you something it is completely different. Volo is taking zero shortcuts on this adventure. He may have a Deity on his team, his Deity is sat infornt of him admiring the stars.

Speaking of Stars. Stargazing is a must on every clear night you two get. He would lay his jacket down for you to lay on and look up at the sky together.

Volo would make sure to stop around different areas and tell you about the history there, watching your expression carefully to see the enthusiasm and curiosity on it which just makes him want to try harder to get that smile to stay there.

He will also use his trade skills to get you something that caught your eye from wherever he took you. Volo may have money but he will use his skills where he can. Giratina isn’t the only benefit he has. Dude is a travelling merchant after all. He has more knowledge than everyone combined. Expect him to show you off however. He loves you more than anything, and wants the world to know that.

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aemoonie · 1 year

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𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗏𝗍'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍 ✰

a/n: finally completing the holy trinity <3 | gn!reader, mlist, wc: 1,1k, cw: food mention.

✰ JEONGHAN

libra sun, mercury, and venus

a hopeless romantic through and through, even if he seems detached sometimes. he's a mediator and values harmony, making him avoidant of conflicts. he'd especially love the courting period when he meets someone new and may idealize his s/o in his head. may also have high standards but is an open-minded lover. the type to serenade you with his words and would promise you the universe if he would give it to you.

aquarius moon, scorpio mars

his airy moon would be the main reason why he may seem detached about deeper issues. likes to keep things lighthearted and mental stimulation is a must (together with all that libra). would want his s/o to be both his best friend and his romantic partner. his scorpio mars may give him a possessive streak though, he definitely wants to keep his loved ones close. wants to know nearly everything about his partner and would go above and beyond to please them (maybe neglecting himself in the process).

dating jeonghan is unpredictable, between being swept off your feet to being teased endlessly. it's romantic date nights after running errands together all day, it's holding hands in the cereal aisle. it's both refreshing and all-consuming, leaving you breathless for opposite reasons each day. it's inside jokes and hushed laughter, ruffling your hair and fighting to be the first person to send a good morning text.

✰ JOSHUA

capricorn sun, mercury, and mars

with a capricorn stellium, he'd be the domestic type. probably a dinner or movie night lover, an acts of service person. would plan a future together pretty early on, albeit only in his head. may appear kind of stoic sometimes, although he only wants the absolute best for both of you. can be protective and definitely responsible, will make sure that your life is going smoothly, and will always lend an open ear to you without judgment.

taurus moon, aquarius venus

his moon would give him quite a romantic streak, but his airy venus also values friendship within his relationships. communication is very important to him, even though all his earth placements make him quite stubborn. someone agreeable would be nice for him, but not to the extent that they would never push back. more in the sense that they can find compromises for each other. his whole chart just screams domestic to me, so i'll just say it again here!!

dating joshua is calm and peaceful, it's the comfort of your own home and looking forward to someone waiting for you at the end of the day. it's doing things for you in the most gentle way, and hugs so warm they feel better than any blanket ever could. it's getting so used to each other's presence that you feel like something is missing when the other isn't there. it's planning out an entire life together at three am.

✰ WOOZI

sagittarius (/scorpio) sun and mercury, aries moon

an open-minded guy, although passionate by default. stubborn by nature and always looking for the next big challenge. will find it intriguing when someone's is hard to read, or even a little shy. hard to pin down but stormy in nature. quality time might be very important to him, but he needs to have enough space to feel somewhat independent still. though he has a romantic side, but might be too aloof to show it sometimes. needs somebody to melt his shell.

libra venus and virgo mars

again, has a romantic side. similar to jeonghan (esp. with the aries moon) he may like the courting period the most. most likely a playful person when in love actually, but his earth mars makes him a good planner and composed enough to the unassuming eye. he's an organized person and likes to do things his way, and although he seems calm and collected, i think he'd secretly love it when someone can keep him guessing (ofc not too much after all).

dating woozi is a constant push and pull, and somewhat always a welcoming challenge. it's sharing everything with each other and not getting tired of each other. it's light, fleeting touches and a silent love confessions. it's embarassed laughter with rosy cheeks, shyly examining the carpet while the other basks in their success in making the other flustered.

✰ DOKYEOM

aquarius sun, mercury, and venus

mental stimulation and good communication is a must for this man! if he can't joke around and be a little silly, then it's not gonna work out. someone who keeps him inspired and feeds him ideas would be ideal. the best friend type of boyfriend, with a soft side. can talk all day and night long, especially with his s/o. he just always finds something worth sharing, even if it's just seeing a pretty butterfly that day. wants you to know everything and anything, and be the first person to learn about it too.

cancer moon, libra mars

an aquarius man in soft mode. would probably cry with you if he found you in tears. hates conflicts with a burning passion and can be passive-aggressive or sulky as a result. lives for romance, cheesy stuff, and can't go a day without being tooth-rottenly sweet towards his s/o. with all this air in his chart he'd probably find the most beautiful words for you as well, although he'd be a blushing mess if he receives anything of the sorts back.

dating dokyeom is like living in a romcom, and feeling like every day is valentines day. it's whispers and hushed laughter in the movie theatre, while you try your best not to get kicked out. it's sharing sweets and doing silly dances in the kitchen while you wait for the kettle to boil. it's proposing with paper rings and running your hands through each other's hair. it feels like summer all year around, by the way, the crimson blush never leaves either of your cheeks.

✰ SEUNGKWAN

capricorn sun, mercury, and venus

another cap king, so in some ways he's pretty similar to joshua. he'd also prefer the domesticity of a relationship and would have a great eye for details. especially with his virgo moon, he'd instantly pick up on his partner's little quirks and habits and would notice right away if they are not feeling their best. also an acts of service type of person, but would also just like to be there for his s/o.

virgo moon and aquarius mars

again, his attention to detail is probably unmatched. all the signs in his chart are incredibly particular and can be very pragmatic. he's definitely prone to be an overthinker, and i think he'd benefit from someone who lets him rant his heart out. would love it when his s/o can also point out the tiny things about him. playful nagging to show he loves you. would be the type to order for you or take over a conversation if you don't feel very social. just also very good at reading people and social clues, so he'd just know what you're thinking before you do.

dating seungkwan is sharing dinner in a cramped kitchen, it's fixing each other's hair and clothing. it's knowing the other's orders and preferences by heart, it's practically knowing the other better than they know themselves. it's midnight walks and going shopping together, it's head pats and endless bickering that seem like coaxed love confessions to everyone else.

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clumsiestgiantess · 4 months

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Lots of people wanted a continuation to the short I made for @entomolog-t’s prompt, so here you are! I already had ideas for a second part the moment I finished the first one!

(First part here)

I was so tired the night of my disappearing act that I barely made it to the scraps of insulated fabric I call my bed. Just as my head hit the comfortable fluff, a thud echoed above my head and I dashed to the doorway in seconds, heart racing. More thuds rumbled over the floorboards as I stood frozen looking fearfully upwards — believing Alice somehow knows where I am, and is trying to pry up the wooden planks to get to me. Faintly, I can hear her muffled voice. “Please, I know you’re scared, but hiding isn’t going to do either of us any good! Just come out; I swear I’m not dangerous!”

Oh. She’s probably crawling around on the floor trying to find me. Well, unless she can crawl beneath it, she’ll have a tough time finding anything but dust! I sneered at the thought, trying to reassure myself enough to get back in bed. I’m safe now. She’s not going to find me here. However, no matter how many fabric scraps I press over my ears, I can’t drown out enough noise for me to sleep. Even when I lay on the cold floor with everything over my head until I’m nearly suffocating, I can still feel the vibrations of Alice moving around. Just go to sleep already! Thud around all you like in the morning when I leave for the day! Regardless of my mental harassment of her, the human didn’t give up until it was early morning.

Finally, I have peace and quiet, and I fall asleep in record time. Come morning, the house is still silent as ever. I wake up with a gnawing ache in my chest. Briefly, I think it’s guilt over what I’d done the day before — turns out it was just hunger. I’d run away before getting to eat yesterday. Thankfully, I have some provisions that I’ve stored away for emergencies. I grab a few crackers and glance at the little watch piece that’s fastened to the wall. Oh, what?! I slept in! I usually never sleep in! My natural alarm wakes me up at almost the exact time every day. Then again, I’m usually asleep much earlier than last night, too.

No wonder the floor is so quiet; Alice is probably out of the house by now, or in her room working on human things. Quickly finishing breakfast, I slip on my bag and head out to the large kitchen. Now that my emergency stash of food is diminished, I’m a bit anxious to get it stocked again. I walk the same trek I’d sleepily walked the night before, but stop at the end of the hall where the electrical cover sits. Maybe I’ll.. go a different way.

Taking the long way through the walls, I come out inside a cabinet with windowed doors. Reaching out to push one open, I glance out of it and flinch. With cautious steps, I slide backward behind some cups. Alice is in the room. None of her usual music is playing, she isn’t watching videos on her phone, she isn’t talking to herself or a friend on the phone, either. She’s just sitting there with what appears to be her breakfast, staring numbly at a wall. Huh. Whatever ‘exams’ are, they really seem to be stressing her out. Usually she’s done with breakfast by now.

Her strange behavior can’t be because of me. She had spent less than twelve hours with me, and most of that time she spent ignoring me. Logically, she wouldn’t be that upset over someone she barely knew, right? She’d given up her search hours ago when she finally stopped keeping me up all night.

A while later, she leaves. It’s strange, though. Alice steps lightly across the room, glancing around the floor before each step. Maybe she lost something important? That tends to make humans fairly stressed. Hell, it makes me stressed. If a human’s missing something, it might mean I made a bad judgment call on what I could take without being noticed.

My nerves settle when the sound of her footsteps fade off. Back to business. My day runs relatively smoothly from there. Of course, I had to come across a knot or two in my climbing rope mid-scale, which I wasn’t too happy about. After collecting up some food, I spent a long while getting the knots to untie. It’s always best to get them out before you make a climb, that way your weight won’t tug them tighter. It was too late for that lesson to come in handy, though.

My next chore on the list is borrowing some more thread to stitch winter linings back into my clothes. The winter weather caught me by surprise. It had come earlier than I thought, and I’d nearly died because of it. Briefly, blurry visions of the inside of that knitted hat fade in and out of my consciousness. I nearly froze to death that night. If the thing hadn’t been left there accidentally, I wouldn’t have made it long enough to even try to get help. Blinking away the memories, I realized I was shivering and rubbed my hands over my arms for a bit more warmth, reminding myself that I’m safe here. The apartment never gets that cold. Ever.

At my home under the floors that afternoon, I gather up the materials I already collected. I have the fluffy inner lining that I’d taken from an old coat Alice left in a storage bin — I’ve been using it as bedding — my knife to cut everything to size, and a smaller needle I’d whittled out of a long chunk of wood. Now all I need is the thread.

Back in my little passages, I head in the opposite direction through the floor. I slow as I make my way up into the walls towards Alice’s room. Unfortunately, that’s where the sewing kit is, directly under her bed. Alice will be there for sure. Whatever she’s working on this time must be important. I haven’t heard her leave her room all day since I saw her walk in this morning. She hasn’t even gotten lunch. Maybe she has a snack on her desk! Perhaps when she’s asleep or out of the house I’ll steal some of it.

Sliding out of a crack in the baseboards behind a large bookshelf, I creep up to the very edge of it and scan the room. Sure enough, Alice is there doing schoolwork, watching a video on something called ‘trigonometry’ that I can barely pronounce — I don’t dare try to imagine what it actually is. At least she’s not being unnervingly still anymore.

I dart from my place beneath the bookshelf to beneath her bed. The sewing kit sits further towards the wall, right beside her desk. Alice seems distracted enough, scribbling down something while mumbling about things I don’t understand. She does that often enough that it isn’t as concerning as this morning. Maybe she’s finally returning to normal. That’s a relief. A human on a schedule is a good human to live with. Memorize it, use it to your advantage, and you’ll practically own the place — at least while they’re not around.

Making my way to the box, I wait for the video to start playing again before popping open the lid — timing it so she doesn’t pick up the noise amidst the other sounds she’s concentrating on. Sliding a few things around, I manage a clear path to the spool I want. Rummaging through various different items larger than yourself is no easy task, but I make it look practically effortless. A shrunken human would never be able to do half the things I do on a daily basis, I think with a smirk. I yank out the spool of thread and reach for my knife.

“No! What? How?! I used the same formula and everything!” I flinch as Alice yells, her angry voice edged with dismay. Cautiously, I tiptoe over to the side of her bedframe and glance up at her. She’s frantically writing something down, biting at her bottom lip with furrowed brows. Whatever it is, she isn’t too happy about it. I’m just about to continue my work when she glances over at the computer screen again. “What the heck?!” Furiously, she crumples her paper into a crushed ball, looking ready to throw it across the room in a fit of rage. I brace myself instinctively, thankful I hadn’t stuck around to anger her.

Suddenly, a sob wrenches out of Alice’s throat, catching me entirely by surprise. She curls her arms around her head as it falls to the surface of the desk. The paper ball drops dully to the floor. Her whole body shakes as she cries onto her desk, and my relief drops into a muted kind of confusion. “I’m gonna fail,” she whimpers, “I can’t do this. Why is everything going so wrong? I just wanted to help him; why’d he run away? I feel sick. What if he’s hurt somewhere and can’t call for help? What if he’s too scared to call for help?”

She.. really is worried about me. So worried that she’s acting like a complete mess — and not the silly endearing mess I’m fond of her for. If my disappearance amplifies her worries over these exams… Well, she didn’t tell me what would happen if she failed them, just that she couldn’t. I abandon the thread I’m after and rush for the crack in the wall behind the bookshelf. A plan’s forming in my mind. It might backfire horribly, but I’m hoping it’ll work. Alice is much too distracted for me to even bother checking if the coast is clear. Her light sobs still echo against the surface of her desk.

I slip between the two halves of the wall and take a large calming breath. Then I start shouting. “Alice! It’s ok, I-” The human sits up so abruptly I stop talking fearfully. I don’t know how beings as big as her can move so quickly. She scans the floor of the entire room in only a few seconds. Of course, I’m smart enough not to be in plain sight. “Hello?” Alice’s voice is slightly muffled like her nose is stuffy. I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. “It’s.. It’s ok. It’s me, the ‘little guy’.” Alice hastily rubs away her tears and stands up. “You’re… alright?” she asks me, glancing around. “Yeah.”

“Oh thank god!” Alice gasps, relieved. “You made me so worried for you! Are you hungry still? I- I know you haven’t eaten in a while since you.. ran off when I tried to get something for you.”

The room falls into an awkward silence. I can’t see much of her from beneath the bookshelf, but I watch Alice nervously shuffle from foot to foot — waiting for my response. She can’t stay silent for very long, though. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you off… I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to work with you to try and get your memories and your old life back. I can’t imagine how terrifying it is to suddenly be so small, not even knowing how you got that way-”

“Stop.” Alice quieted at the single word. “That’s.. a lie. I remember everything just fine.” I want to say that I’m not terrified of being small either, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Even if I’ve lived my whole life this way, I still have my moments. Yesterday and that whole escapade with the freezing car was one of the worst of them. “So.. you just didn’t want to tell me how you shrank?” I sigh, “No.. Alice, I- I never shrank. I’ve always been this way.” She starts and stops talking a few different times — syllables barely leaving her mouth. “I’m not human, Alice.”

The silence that follows is worse than the last. It feels almost suffocating. A gentle thud reverberates over the floorboards and I peer out. Alice is kneeling on the floor, leaning down to peer under the bookshelf. Quickly, I duck back behind the wall. “Is that why you left?” Her voice softens, tears entirely gone. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” “You promised the tiny human me that you wouldn’t hurt me.” I glance out of my hiding spot just as Alice’s gaze wanders, thinking through something.

“You thought I would go back on my word if I knew you were lying to me? Or you just.. thought that I wouldn’t care because you’re not human?” she asks me, sounding hurt. I feel almost chastised. Her gaze flickers to me. “I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you. You. No matter who or what you were. I’m a bit upset you wanted to lie to me about… everything. But I can’t be mad at you for being scared of me. I won’t ask you to talk to me anymore if you don’t want to, but just know, I’m glad you’re alright.”

Tears of relief well in my eyes and my throat tightens. Tentatively, I slide out from within the crack in the wall. “You- You really mean that? You don’t care that I’m not one of you?” A small smile spreads over Alice’s lips. Of course not, don’t be silly! You’re safe here, I promise. I understand if you want to go home, though. You probably have others of your kind to get back to, and I’ve accidentally trapped you in my house.” I glance away sheepishly, “Well, about that… I kind of.. live here.” “What?!”

I end up telling her every part of the truth — how I really got into her car, where I’d gone to when I ran off — everything. “I actually did remember my name. It’s just.. not really a human-sounding one, so I couldn’t exactly give you it. My name’s Fennel, but I mostly just go by Fen.” “Fen?” she asks a bit confusedly. I nod. “Nice to finally really meet you!” Alice laughs, “How long have you been living here.. with me?” I think back. “I moved in after you were already here, but you were still unpacking things, so I don’t think it was very far off from when you moved in, too.” Alice makes a surprised noise. “Where were you living before?” “Eh, another apartment in this building. The new people were too loud, so I moved out.” She giggled, “I wish I could just pack up and slip into a new home whenever I have problems with the neighbors.” I sigh, “It’s harder than it seems; I have to rebuild a livable space for myself every time.” Alice nods thoughtfully, sitting back up. Some of her bones crack as she does, and I flinch.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, can you maybe come out from beneath there? It hurts my back to try to bend all the way to the floor to look at you.” She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you. “Alright.” With slow deliberate steps I make my way out from beneath the bookshelf. Alice sits a foot away from me. I have to crane my neck back vertically to see her face, peering almost all the way downward at me. She offers me the palm of her hand. “Can I hold you? Please?” My heartbeat thunders so loudly I almost don’t hear what she asks. Cautiously, I nod and step up onto her hand, raised just a bit higher than a stair. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

I’ve never interacted with a human before her, but I’ve seen it happen before. My brother — well, he wasn’t actually my brother, but we always called eachother that — had been found by a human. I was there. It was pitch dark, perfect time for borrowing. We’d forgotten a light, but Gin scoffed at the idea of going back for one — until he stepped into a mouse trap. Every once and a while I’ll still hear the awful noise made when the trap snapped closed on him. The human came running when they heard the gargled shriek, and the last thing he told me was to leave him there. The metal beam that had crunched around his midsection somehow hadn’t killed him, but his body was far from unharmed.

From a grate in the floor nearby, I watched as the human found him, ensured him things would be alright, and pulled him out of the trap — tearing him in two. In hindsight, I don’t think the human meant to kill him. They screamed and dropped the half of him they were holding. I was too stricken and horrified to process that in the moment, so I just ran.

“Fen?” I flinched so violently I nearly knocked myself in the face with my hand, instinctively trying to cover my head with my arms. “Are you ok? You look sick. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down. You didn’t have to get on.” It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern. “I- I’m alright.” She gently shakes her head. “You aren’t, though. You’re shaking.” The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it. “And your heart’s beating really fast.” Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate. Maybe I am, to her. It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it. It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am. I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death. Why is it so comfortable? All Alice would have to do to hurt me is close her fist and squeeze. My fate wouldn’t be that much different than Gin’s. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

Everything shifts around me and I rush to get out of her grip, immediately fearing that my imagination somehow willed an awful reality. But Alice brings me up to her chest and holds me gently against it. She tucks me against her sternum as her head comes to rest behind her hands that hold me. “It’s alright now.” I’m not sure if she’s assuring me, or herself, but I accept it and bring myself snugly against her. It’s blissfully warm there. While the walls where I live aren’t nearly as freezing as the outdoors, they’re still plenty cold. The heat is more than welcome. My wild pulse softens into a much normal rhythm while I listen to Alice’s own heartbeat thrumming beneath her skin.

Things are fuzzy in my mind beyond that moment. I’ve been up for a full twenty-four hours, and the night before was only worse than the last. I remember stumbling off her palm onto her desk, watching dazedly as Alice looked around the room for something. She finds it and places it down for me. It’s a little blanket folded over so it can be both a mattress and blanket at the same time. I crawl into it, listening to the sound of pencil scratches on paper for only a few minutes before I fall asleep mumbling a weary ‘thank you’.

#hope you enjoy!#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing

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blues824 · 1 year

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hi!!! I just saw that your requests are open, could u do a hc with the obey me brothers and diavolo with a scarlet witch!reader👀? ty!!!

I did it more as a ‘Wanda Maximoff! Reader’ instead. WandaVision was great, though. Can we all agree? Loved the sit-com episodes, and the ending was spectacular.

Lucifer

He noticed how scared and disoriented you were when you first arrived at the Devildom. It was understandable to be terrified, but it was a fear that he’s familiar with. A fear that you were going to go through something similar to something that has happened before.

He tried his hardest to make you feel at-ease by trying to keep his temper and keeping order in the House of Lamentation. However, you seemed to just stay in your room until absolutely necessary. You had requested access to a TV and old sit-coms, and he granted it to try and get you to see that you didn’t need to guard yourself around him.

After a while, you would start to hang out more and more with everyone, but mostly him in his office. It was more quiet and peaceful there, so you felt safer. The only noise being soft conversations and pen writing. Lucifer loved these little moments between the two of you because he loved hearing your voice. It wasn’t just the Sokovian accent you had, but the things you had to say.

He remembers when you defended Beel and Luke and actually managed to defeat him. Your powers were unlike anything he’s ever seen, nor was the pure anger you had. In fact, since it was fueled by all the pain you’ve experienced and how your new ‘family’ turned against each other like your past ‘family’ had, it exceeded even Satan’s wrath.

Because of the sit-coms you loved watching so much, you had grown to want to settle down at some point and live a domestic life. After voicing your thoughts to your now-lover, he took a few moments to consider it. The dream seemed wonderful, especially with you by his side. He told you that one day he would make your dream a reality and to just be patient. What you didn’t know is that he would give you the whole world if you asked.

Mammon

When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he saw that you were terrified. Understandable, considering they were all demons… but it still hurt. He wanted very much to fight against his older brother when he said that he was assigned to be your protector, but he didn’t. He actually wanted to be the one to protect you.

He wanted to let you know that you were safe with him, but you were always shut in your room with those cheesy sit-coms you love so much. Eventually he asked if you would want to watch some of them with him in his room, even going the extra mile and saying that you could sit on the opposite end of the couch. The night ended up with you falling asleep on him, though.

After that night, you got more comfortable with everyone. You started going out more, but you had to admit that you would rather stay in Mammon’s room with him while watching movies and shows. The second-oldest felt the same. There was no better feeling than having you cuddle with him on his couch as you both watched the characters interact with each other.

He remembers when Beel accidentally destroyed your room and you just fixed it with your powers as if it were nothing. He definitely confronted you about it and you explained how you got your powers through scientists running experiments on you with the Mind Stone. He changed the subject quickly and smoothly after seeing you starting to get upset about the topic.

One night, as you were both lying in his bed, you told him about your dream to settle down somewhere peaceful and just live life with him. He was very family-oriented, so this sounded amazing to him. He made a vow to you that he would work his hardest to pay back all his debt and quit gambling so that he could give you the life that you wanted. He has yet to break that vow.

Leviathan

When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he noticed how you looked like a scared fawn in the midst of a pack of wolves. He felt bad, but he couldn’t do much about it. So he just waved and made his way back to his room.

He wants to get to know you more, but you’re both shut-ins who are kind of socially awkward (more him than you). One day, he gathers the courage and invites you to a binging hang-out. Since you both have different tastes in television entertainment, he would have you watch an anime that he likes and you have him watch a sit-com that you like. It ended really well, actually.

After that night, you were still wary of everyone… but you gravitated towards him. You often stuck close to Levi because you were more comfortable with him. It made him blush whenever you grabbed his hand and followed him somewhere, but he loved that you were his and his only.

He remembers when you passed the TSL quiz and he attacked you. You used your magic to attack right back. You were about to do your absolute worst when the other brothers got Levi and took him away to cool down. A few days later, he thought back on it and thought it was totally cool that you reminded him of the character he likes… the Red Sorcerer.

One night, as you were both watching another romance anime, you told him how you wished the characters could get together and live a domestic life in the end so that you had some sort of hope that you could do the same with him. Levi blushed a ton, but settling down with you seemed like a dream straight from the Celestial Realm.

Satan

When Lucifer introduced the two of you, he had to admit that you looked adorable even when you were scared out of your mind. He offered to show you around, but you quickly and insistently refused.

For the next few weeks, you have locked yourself in your room in your free time. You only came down for breakfast, school, and dinner. One day, Satan has enough and asks you if you would like to watch a popular mystery sit-com with him in the living room. He was very happy when you agreed and even made a bunch of snacks. You started the hangout by sitting far away from him, but eventually got close enough to fall asleep on him.

After that night, you looked to him for comfort. It gave him hope that he deserved love rather than hate. To see you accepting each and every one of his requests to hang out or go out with you without fail made him fall so easily for you.

He remembers the time where you used your magic to stop Lucifer from killing you, Beel, and Luke. No one knew that you had magic, so it came as a surprise to everyone. But this instance seemed personal, like you were defending the person who you held dearest and you had known for years. He was sad to hear later that you had gotten flashbacks of your own brother and how you weren’t there to protect him.

One night, as he was reading the ending of a romance novel that you two had been reading together, you told him that you wanted to live a life like the main characters in the book. Where through thick and thin they stuck together, bound by their never ending love for each other, and eventually getting married. Satan grabbed your left hand and pressed a kiss to your ring finger, silently telling you he would make that dream come true one day.

Asmodeus

When Lucifer introduces the two of you, he sees how you’re on the verge of tears because of how terrified you are. He whips out a pack of tissues (he is always prepared) and hands it to you so that you could wipe the tears from your beautiful eyes.

It saddens him whenever you shut yourself in your room. He often passes by and hears the sit-com you’re watching. He hears sobs, but decides that you need to be alone. He knows what it’s like, needing to be alone every once in a while to let out a few tears. Eventually, he gently asks if you would like to come over to his room so you could do skincare with each other while watching a sit-com he recently heard about. That night was calming for you, and you broke out of your shell a bit.

You became more open and let your walls weaken around everyone. However, you liked hanging out with Asmo the most because he actually made an effort to get close to you. He was your shoulder to cry on as you were his. You were with each other in your most vulnerable moments, and that makes people grow very close.

He remembers the time where Levi lost in the TSL competition and he went to attack you, but you stopped him with your magic and threw him across the room so that you could escape. Asmo made sure that you made it to his room so that you could hide until Levi calmed down. He took this as a chance to ask you why you never told them you had magic, and you explained that your powers came at a cost that those scientists made you pay.

One night, as you both lay cuddling in Asmo’s comfy bed, you were talking about the best dreams you both have had. When you tell him about your dream of living a domestic and quiet life, Asmo took a few seconds to actually consider it. A life with his darling Y/N? It sounded absolutely wonderful!

Beelzebub

When Lucifer introduces the two of you, he can’t help but worry about how scared you look. Sure, he was the biggest and tallest of the brothers, but he had a big heart and the personality of a friendly teddy bear.

He understands wanting to isolate yourself for the first few weeks, so he will bring you your food so that you don't have to go out of your comfort zone very often. On one of these door-dashings, he invites you to a night of snacks and a movie or show of your choice. It ended with you laying on top of him as you both slept through the last few episodes.

After a while, you became more social and friendly. Beel was glad to see you like this, but it made him even happier when you still clung to his side. To know that you felt comfortable and safe around him gave him happiness unlike anything else.

He remembers at one of his games where you were cheering the loudest. Not really, but he says that because he was only paying attention to you. You even used your magic to spell out a message in the air, saying GO, BEELZEBUB! It encouraged him to play even harder and even win the game.

On that night, while you were both cuddling in his bed, you told him about your dream to live a peaceful life, and settle down somewhere with your lover. He’s also very family-oriented, so this sounds like paradise to him. He is immediately on board, promising that he would be the best husband that he can be for you.

Belphegor

When you stumbled across him in the attic, he figured that you were just trying to get away from the chaos that usually is the House of Lamentation. He saw how scared and distressed you look, and originally wanted to take advantage of it.

However, after each visit, you both got closer and closer. You would come of your own accord, often with your laptop, so that you both could watch the sit-com that you had been watching. You snuck in some snacks so that you could enjoy them together.

The more this went on, the less he wanted to use you. He still wanted to get out of his current prison, but he wanted to do it for you rather than hurting you by making you think he was only getting close to you so that you could do him this favor. He was genuinely enjoying your company, and he didn’t want to disturb what was going on between the two of you.

Eventually, Lucifer caught the two of you hanging out. He was angry, but you used your magic to hold him in place and called the other brothers up. Belphie was angry as well because he thought you were magicless, but the others were able to hold him back before he attacked you. After the whole thing was sorted out, he realized that you were still wary of him.

A few nights later, you were both cuddling in bed. It was unusual considering a few days prior you had to speak to each other through an enchanted gate. You told him that during one of the hangouts where you fell asleep, you had a dream of living with him somewhere quiet. He had to admit that he loved that idea.

Diavolo

When you first appeared in the room, he went over to make sure that you were alright. You looked absolutely terrified, and he didn’t want any of the exchange students to feel like that. Was it perhaps his tall stature that was intimidating to you?

He would invite you over as much as he could/as much as Barbatos would allow, but he couldn’t help but feel like you were only accepting his invitations because he was the Prince of the Devildom. So he did something rather unconventional. He secretly invited you out to a quiet dinner and had you (jokingly) promise not to tell anyone. It was a lot of fun, actually, and it left the both of you catching your breath because you were laughing so hard.

He loved how you were slowly getting used to life in the Devildom. He always made sure you were comfortable and often invited you to stay at his castle for sleepovers. That led you to becoming closest with him (and Barbatos). He had to admit that it boosted his ego.

When Lucifer tries attacking you, Beel, and Luke, Diavolo finds you using your magic to hold the oldest brother in place. He stepped forward, placing you behind him, and told you that you would be alright. Afterwards, he was surprised to feel your arms wrap around his torso, but he absolutely loved it.

During one of your sleepovers (which was just you and him cuddling in his humongous bed), you told him your dream of living a domestic life with the one you love most, like what you see in sitcoms. Diavolo has torn feelings about this. While it sounds like pure bliss, he has responsibilities as the only child of the Demon Lord. Maybe one day you could come around and be his partner and rule with him?

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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Do you think Kyle/Soap or betas in general feel left out emotionally at times since omegas and alphas have a little bit more of an intimate dynamic? Especially with how close they become with heats and ruts. I know Gaz was saying he was happy to hear his alpha pleasing they're omega but would he still feel some kinda of way, even if just a small amount. Even if he didn't realize it. Do you think betas sometimes wish they were omegas so they could feel even closer to their alphas. On the other note why am I trying to throw in unwanted angst lmao

Mmm I'd like to say that betas don't really feel all that left out emotionally (because their needs are different), but again, that can kind of be pack-specific.

In terms of Kyle and Johnny, I don't think they really do. They're very close to their alphas and even with the reader being added into the mix, that's not going to change all that much. Betas need less emotional fulfillment than omegas because they get their fulfillment from seeing their pack happy and in harmony. Betas are the level-headed negotiators, the ones that keep peace between the members of their packs. They're the caretakers, they provide support for alphas and omegas and make sure the pack is running smoothly while alphas typically are in charge of providing and omegas do the more domestic things (though betas do help with those tasks as well).

Betas do still get a lot of affection from their alphas and omegas, especially in TF141 since it's a small pack. It's not just alpha and omega all the time, the betas do still get love too.

I will kind of be expanding a bit on this in the fic once we reach Part 4. These first three parts have been focusing on the reader a lot and kind of seeing the pack from an outsider's point of view as the reader has been finding her place with them and where she belongs and how she fits in. Part 4 will begin sort of looking at the pack from the inside and how the dynamics work and how packs function and the roles each member has.

#i hope this makes sense #we will start to see a bit more how the dynamics work as we continue on #just gotta get through the heat first lol #answered #crcb lore

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tarisilmarwen · 11 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Stealth Strike"

In which, Character Development! and other exciting features.

I mentioned the husband loves Star Wars ships right? This is another one of his favorite episodes, he loooves the Interdictor class.

Always liked this little musical flare at the beginning, already conveys a sense of urgency and danger.

Sato sounds so aggrieved that he has to have Ezra along, lol.

I mean from his perspective Ezra's just an overconfident plucky kid, he hasn't been around Ezra long enough to know how competent the boy is.

Love the staggered Force Theme prelude in the strings there, all broken up and disjointed. Once again Ezra is sensing impending danger.

Still adore the kaleidoscope color effect Rebels uses to mark being forcibly ejected/yanked from hyperspace.

Bbbyyyyyyyy. :((((

Worried Spacefamily be worried.

Hera wisely understands that the best way to infiltrate a top-secret Imperial project is to keep the aliens off the mission lol.

Kanan is being predictably petty about having to work with Rex.

"I sent Ezra... this is the only way." Ouch. I bet Hera is feeling pretty guilty and has thought a lot about this since they learned about it, so you know she's run it through a million times in her head. Probably why Kanan acquiesces to her judgment.

I wanna know the thought process behind the Imps' decision to haul Ezra and Sato in to see Titus. Like, Sato I get, he's the obvious commander of the unit but I wanna know which trooper saw Ezra and was like, "Hmm, he seems Plot Important, I better drag him along too."

Sato still very much Not Impressed with Ezra's posturing.

Hi Brom Titus!

It's hilarious that Ezra's sarcastically used "Jabba the Hutt" so often it's been logged as a known alias of his lololol.

The Giligan Cut between Rex complaining that he'd never wear Stormtrooper armor and Zeb bringing them unconscious troopers to steal the armor from. <3

"I thought it was the same one we used before." LOL. Okay, I gotta stop before I quote every line in this episode.

Can't help it, it's just so fun.

We cut to the shuttle mid-hyperspace and Rex and Kanan are still bickering, but even in the middle of that we get some lovely worried Papa Wolf Kanan hyperfocusing on Ezra as his priority.

I swear it was explained somewhere what the specific codes Rex gives meant but I can't for the life of me remember where now. Pretty sure one of them meant the shuttle was going to explode? Anyway...

Rex seems like he's having just a grand old time. This must feel just like the old days for him.

Lol Kallus getting excited about Ezra's capture and warning Titus "[...]do not underestimate that boy." He knows firsthand how much of a threat and nuisance Ezra can be.

A little variation on the Death Star theme here, kind of appropriate given this is a very similar-feeling kind of infiltration and rescue.

Maybe that's why I like this episode so much, has a lot of A New Hope vibes.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Chopper's legs jerking as he rolls over the hump in the doorway.

The ANH vibes continue with this turbolift scene, which is just hilarious. From Rex not knowing which button to push to the Imperial officer snarking at our hero duo, it's just... *chef's kiss*

They are a disaster pair and I just love them.

Cut to the troopers that are escorting Ezra to his "secure cell" and I'm sorry, I adore this whole sequence. Ezra being a little hyper-competent badass is my whole jam, okay?

This is so clever. <3333

Ezra makes very short work of his guards, without really hurting them (something that would contrast in S3 after the whole Malachor Loss-Of-Innocence thing) and then immediately shoots his intended rescue party lololol.

I love how smoothly he moves through this whole scene. He's obviously been practicing and of course the Force operates on a principal of "the more at peace and in tune you are with yourself, the greater strength you can channel" so after his whole soul-searching in "Brothers of the Broken Horn" deal he's come to some kind of serenity within himself that lets him be just super awesome here. Love it.

<333333

Chopper immediately rats Ezra out lol.

Kanan reluctant to split up from Ezra, aww.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Ezra raises his hands in aggravation when Kanan and Rex get into it again.

Ezra finally chews the two of them out for all their bickering and takes charge of the mission and you can't even tell me he didn't make Kanan just a smidge proud, with that comment about how, "He takes after Hera sometimes." <3333

No but seriously, fandom of course loves Kanan and Ezra's whole "like my father before me" vibe but let's not forget how it was Hera who first took a shine to him, who saw potential in him, who knew that he wasn't as selfish as he pretended he was, drew out that inner spark of compulsive compassion planted by his parents and has been influencing him on the Rebellion side of things to complement Kanan's Jedi teaching.

Found Family liek woah. :)

Brom Titus looking a little less confident now that the scrawny fifteen-year-old he was specifically cautioned not to underestimate has given them the slip lol.

*cries* He was so TINY!

Very glad Ezra learned binary, it enables hilarious conversations like this.

This is yet another music cue recycled from the Death Star sequence in A New Hope. Like I said, they're really leaning into that this episode.

This little troll I love him so much.

Bit of the "Shenanigans" theme as Chopper rolls up.

Can I just appreciate how well Ezra rolls with blocking shots in zero gravity?

I think Chopper enjoyed all of this a too much lol.

Remember, giving people grief is how Chopper shows affection. :)

Love how they lampshade the terrible vision quality of Stormtrooper helmets.

Sato all ready to square up with this random trooper until he sees it's Kanan.

And his anxious worry over Ezra's welfare is really sweet. Sato does care, he might find Ezra bit aggravating but he's still just a kid in Sato's eyes, someone who was under his protection. (One wonders if Ezra reminds him of Mart a bit.) It's not Sato's fault he's only now learning what a precocious badass Ezra is lol.

This move of Kanan and Rex's is slick.

Lightsaber Naruto run.

I've been told this horn cue is Rex's theme. Makes sense.

Heeeeey remember what I said about Rex's deathseeker tendencies? Yeah.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The drifting smoke in the hallway from the firefight holy cow. Attention to detail.

"I serve the order you put into place, Captain." Ohhhhhh Imma dent his face in.

*hurts in Order 66 feels*

THEY WERE JUST TOOLS TO PALPATINE, THEY HAD A SINGLE PURPOSE AND HE JUST DISCARDED THEM ONCE IT WAS ACCOMPLISHED.

This Hitchcock Zoom with Kanan as if he's sensing Rex's pain. <33333

Character growth! <33333

Ezra one-manning this hallway with Skill and Confidence. <33333

My gosh look how smooth and effortless this is for him. No wonder Sato was impressed.

Nice to see more classic lightsaber positions creeping into the choreography here.

Ezra being all, "OH HECK NO, THERE WILL BE NO SELF-SACRIFICING TODAY!" over the comms. He's very tired of them doing that lol.

The dolly shots this episode are tight.

Aww Ezra still looks really worried tho.

Don't think about him remembering, "I'll take the next one." and "I'll be right behind you."

Aaaaaaaand Chopper just scored the highest body count on the show, lol. (Up until the finale anyway with the Dome explosion and the purrgil-ening.)

My gosh this show even makes total destruction look pretty.

Yeah, getting a top-secret Interdictor prototype imploded is pretty demotion worthy ha ha.

Love how Kallus is basically perfectly fine assigning all of that chaos to Ezra in particular. XD

KANAN SALUTING REX NOT ONLY AS A SIGN OF FINALLY BURYING THE HATCHET BUT ALSO TAKING UP THE MANTLE OF SOLDIER HE WAS SO RELUCTANT TO AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON.

This is one of the best episodes of the season, no joke. It's fun, it brings the nostalgia without being kitschy, it lets Ezra and Sato have a little bit of nice interaction (underrated relationship, fanficers have let me down), it shows how Ezra's developing in combat, it finishes the whole Rex and Kanan animosity plot, and Chopper murders three whole Imperial cruisers effortlessly.

Love it.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #liveblog #ezra bridger #agent kallus #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #stan ezra bridger he's great

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hashirun · 8 months

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Today’s run gave me the creeps

Today is week one day four of my half-marathon training plan. When I was just planning my training, I resolved to run in the morning so I can build a daily routine anchored on my morning run — you know, the early bird catches the worm yada yada.

The first two days went smoothly: I woke up early, went for my morning run, got home and was productive the rest of the day. I thought, this could work. Except come Tuesday night I can’t put down The Secret History and just had to finish it no matter what. It was a little past 1 AM when I closed the book. I closed my eyes but couldn’t go to sleep, I can’t stop thinking about The Secret History. Eventually I was pulled in a restless sleep, dreaming about Greek gods, rows of liquor bottles, poison mushrooms, a dark ravine, and a funeral.

When I woke up yesterday morning it felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all. I decided to skip my morning run and make up for it in the afternoon. And because I did yesterday’s run in the afternoon I was too tired to do today’s run in the morning so again, I moved it in the afternoon.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my current running spot is a private cemetery along Emilio Aguinaldo Highway. I used to run in Acienda’s parking lot, but one time the guard told me off so I decided to check out Emerald Garden, where the guard positioned at the gate is much nicer. It’s a nice running spot: one lap around the perimeter is 750m, it’s peaceful and quiet, and you seldom encounter another (living) soul while you run.

I usually run just before sunset. The growing darkness never really bothered me. I used to be amused at the thought that the spirits of the dead people buried there were watching me while I run. Last night’s run was pretty much the same. I went just before sunset and finished when it was already dark.

The sky was overcast when I went to Emerald this afternoon, and with the sun already beginning to set, it was darker earlier than usual. I thought nothing of it and began my run. Suddenly the hairs at the back of my neck began to prickle. It felt like someone, or something, was watching me. I shook off my growing feeling of apprehension and carried on with my run.

When I rounded a corner, I heard muffled voices — I couldn’t tell if they were arguing or if it was just playful banter. I looked around but there wasn’t a single soul in sight. By this time I was beginning to get spooked. I kept checking Strava — how much longer til I finish my run? I wasn’t even halfway my 8km run yet. It was getting dark, fast. It was supposed to be an easy run but I found myself increasing my pace.

Just then, I was momentarily blinded by a flash of white light. I waited for the thunder to rumble but it didn’t. I craned my neck and realized that all sound seemed to have disappeared: the rustle of the wind against the grass and leaves, the chirping of the crickets, the whoosh of the passing cars in the distance. It was deathly quiet.

It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming. I sprinted to my bike and pedaled to the gate as fast as I can. My heart sank when I noticed that the gate was already closed. I was actually prepared to leave my bike and climb up the gate just to get the hell out of that place. Luckily there was no need to do such thing as it wasn’t locked, so I was able to open it and escape to freedom. I laughed out loud as soon as the sounds and lights from the living world greeted me.

I wasn’t able to complete my run but I didn’t care. I’ll make up for it on my next run.

I guess you won’t find me running in Emerald after dark ever again.

#running #what i talk about when i talk about running

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ifidiedinadream · 1 year

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Hi 🤍

I have a little (T) Error Twin request for you

👉👈

The boys are on tour and Joel gets some hate online (for whatever reason). He isolates himself in the bus, trying to deal with it on his own. But Joonas notices something is off and when he checks on him, he just pulls Joel into a hug and smooches his face.

thank you for this lovely prompt 🥰

Joel doesn’t know why he keeps doing it.

Why he always tries to make his mood worse when it’s already awful, if it’s a punishment he thrusts upon himself for god knows what reason or if he’s actually just plain stupid. It’s probably the second option, all things considered.

The last few days of tour have been terrible on their own; stressful, exhausting, nothing seems to ever go smoothly and the constant setbacks have been making him anxious.

To make everything worse, the bus just broke down in the middle of nowhere between venues, and they don’t know if they’re gonna make it to the next city in time. And obviously, unable to dwell in the uncertainty calm and collected like Aleksi or Niko would do, Joel decided to go online for “distraction”.

Instead of TikTok or Instagram he’s surfing Jodel, and Joel wishes he knew why he chose to do that, because it’s the place most likely to show him what he doesn’t want to see. Criticism. A lot of it.

(Not that he cares. He’s used to criticism and usually it doesn’t get under his skin, not to this extent at least; but when his mood is already sour everything is heavier and Joel doesn’t feel half as strong as he usually does.)

That’s how he ended up staring at his phone screen, on a broken down bus in the middle of nowhere running out of time, with tears prickling at the back of his eyes. It makes him feel even more pathetic, which only makes him want to cry more. He just can’t win.

No one is around, everyone taking advantage of the broken down vehicle to stretch their legs and maybe go look for an actual toilet somewhere. However, the shame of being so stupid makes Joel want to hide nonetheless, so he goes in his bunk, draws the curtain, and lets those stupid, stupid tears fall, in the hopes they won’t bug him again once he lets them run freely for a couple of minutes.

But it’s never only a couple of minutes, Joel should know by now; after the first tear rolls down his cheek it’s like a domino effect in reverse and they just don’t seem to stop. Joel hates it, he hates it so much. The tightening ache in his chest worsens with every breath he takes and he loathes himself for how useless, powerless he is.

Can’t even handle some lazy, low-effort hate online.

His sobs quieten when the boys come back. His plan is to pretend to be asleep.

“Joel, our driver managed to fix the bus, we should be at the venue in time for the show,” Joonas announces loudly as soon as he steps inside. “Wait, where’s Joel?”

The others don’t respond; Joel pictures them shrugging. He sighs in relief at the news but now he just wishes they all went away again so he could wallow in peace.

However, the bus starts as soon as he finishes the thought. They’re back on the road. He keeps on pretending to be asleep when someone enters the bunk area, even when that someone pulls his curtain aside.

“I knew you’d be here,” Joonas says and Joel is facing the wall on the opposite side. “What’s wrong?”

Of course Joonas would ask what’s wrong, not whether something is wrong. He knows him so well and Joel is thankful for it, but still he wishes he could be left alone. He doesn’t feel like talking.

He grumbles vaguely, hoping to convey the message to Joonas. Joonas, however, doesn’t seem to get the memo. He forces himself into Joel’s definitely too small bunk, hugging Joel vehemently and tightly before hastily grabbing his face in his hands and violently smooching his face. Joel can’t help but chuckle at Joonas’ aggressively affectionate ways, and when Joonas notices, he just kisses his face more, sending Joel into a straight up laughing fit.

Joonas is holding him when he can breathe again.

“Don’t let it get to you, okay?” Joonas says, breaking the silence. Ever so wisely; like he knew exactly what’s going on in Joel’s messy head.

Joel nods, hugging him tighter.

#my writing #answered #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfic #blind channel fanfiction #rpf #joel hokka x joonas porko #kinda

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funkymbtifiction · 1 year

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Hello!! I wanted to ask about Fe 'fake' masking vs Fi tolerance.

Please correct me if I am wrong, but because Fe concerns itself with group values and following social norms (especially when higher in the stack), they are less inclined to see themselves as fake or might not care if they are being 'fake', as long as they are acting appropriately. If a Fe dom/aux disagrees with something, are they likely to try and frame it in a way to get the whole group on their side? Fe might not even know what they believe, but I've heard mixed things regarding that.

Fi might tolerate something they disagree with, but if the user is agreeable, they may stay silent or find a polite way to express their opinion (or alternatively have less of a problem being honest and forthright with how they are feeling). I've read that many Fi users loathe being disingenuous about their opinion, but that those with a 9 or 6 type are less likely to give a hoot. I know that not everyone is a hive-mind, of course, but I'm trying to look for telltale signs.

Is there anything you recommend I look for (or any prominent misinformation to be aware of) regarding this?

Thanks!

Fe generally knows what it thinks and is aware of how that goes with or differs from the popular consensus; their thinking is based in terms of total impact (how does this affect others?). Being fake is seen as politeness a lot of the time -- it's like in Emma, where she talks at length to Harriet about how much she dislikes Mrs. Elton for being insufferable and a know-it-all, but recognizes due to her social position in the neighborhood, if she doesn't invite Mrs. Elton to tea, "everyone will know how much I dislike her." Emma as an EFJ knows how others think and perceive actions taken by her -- and so she puts aside her own feelings to avoid making a declarative statement that would reflect badly on both of them. This is typical of EFJ. My feelings matter less than how acting on them makes a declaration to others of what I think or feel. Thus, if Emma chose to snub Mrs. Elton, she would do it on purpose, fully aware of broadcasting her displeasure or dislike FOR Mrs. Elton.

In terms of disagreement -- that differs. An EFJ may keep silent out of awareness that their opinion might be disruptive and make things unpleasant for others involved; or an EFJ may come out strongly, because they feel like they should act on behalf of others and "speak for them without a voice." But yes, there is a strong desire in EFJs to get everyone on board with their views and shape their thinking; they assume that if everyone is thinking the same direction, things will run more pleasantly and smoothly for everyone involved (including them). So they will be persuasive on the things they feel passionately about, in order to bring everyone to "the same page" (in their mind, it's how we create unity and get things done for the better). (In a bad EFJ, of course, it's how they control the environment, and they may recruit others to their side, or apply pressure to the outliers to change their thinking and conform to what is "appropriate" -- everyone agrees with this except you, what's wrong with you?).

A Fi is more likely to think "well, they have their reasons," and refuse to associate any more with that person or talk to them about it. They think less about their impact on everyone involved, and more about their own reaction to what is happening. They may be considerate and not want to make waves or things unpleasant for others, but it's less out of an instinctive awareness of what would make THEM feel uneasy or unsettled, and more from ME-based thinking (this is what upsets ME, so I want to avoid doing that to others; if I had that other point of view, and someone said THIS to ME, it would make me feel uncomfortable... so I won't say it, to keep the peace between us). Fi can keep quiet if it wants to, but it's a "me" choice (I don't want to cause trouble, make them mad, etc). Fi can also be militant in saying what they think, regardless of whom it might offend -- it just depends on the user, but it's not "I am speaking for those without a voice" (Fe) it's "I don't like this, and here's why!"

In the case of Mrs. Elton... if Emma were a Fi type and decided to "throw a party for her," it would come from a different place; it would reflect what others would think less, and be more about what *I* choose to do, which is aligning with what I prioritize in my life -- "I value my father and his reputation, so I won't snub Mrs. Elton, because it could hurt his standing." It's more specific, and less about what generally others might say; it's about ME and my relationship with MY father, and wanting my behavior to honor the person that matters the most to ME.

This can be very subtle at times, so if it's a real person, sometimes you may need to ask the reason for their decision and how they made it, as well as pay attention to the emphasis placed on why they made the choice they did. Whether it comes from "us," and "we" and "ours" and "what's best for everyone" or "me," and "mine," and "I."

As an example, the EFJs I know use extremely inclusive language as a way to establish closeness and support -- it's rarely "what are you going to do about this?" and more "what are we going to do about this?" "How are we going to manage this?" That's a clue that you and them are united in their mind, a process of "we" based thinking. It's us, not me. You don't find this in Fi users.

#question #mbti

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Ranking my blorbos on how well they do at Family Thanksgiving

Kento. He is such a gentleman. He knows enough about food and cooking to help in the kitchen, and makes sure the meal prep goes smoothly. Years of being at a job he hates has also given him the ability to keep his mouth shut and ignore various family members saying weird bullshit, but he has enough tact to step up and deflect when things go too far. Would be my mother's favorite of all my blorbos.

Kakashi. I feel like every family member I care for would be endeared by him. He gets doted on by my older cousins. Gets the extra groceries we need before we even run out. Great with the kids. He has been in so many situations more stressful than this he can navigate it with relative ease. One of the best at calming me down when I get too anxious or mad. Throughout the whole dinner no one except me saw him pull his mask down to eat. (He made sure I saw him so he could blow me a kiss).

Rumi. Every child in my family thinks she is amazing. The house is 100% more peaceful during meal prep because she takes them all outside to show them some pro hero moves. Loud enough to speak over everyone when she wants to. Makes sure I get all the food I want before the vultures descend.

Satoru. He seems almost in his element in the chaos of Thanksgiving. Manages to be one of the loudest in the room, which is quite impressive. Tells a bunch of wild stories to the kids, and brings them a bunch of candy, "But you can only have some if you eat all your vegetables!" Breaks his own rule immediately by having some candy while waiting for food. Annoys my mother but my dad and uncles think he is hilarious. My mom comes around when she sees him calming me down in private.

Shigure. I feel like he is a solid middle of the road. Everyone either hates him or loves him. Doesn't really help with anything, but isn't a huge hindrance to anyone other than me because he keeps bothering me when I'm trying to cook by draping himself over me constantly (he's very clingy once the curse is broken).

Choso. Such a family man! But he is also a 150+ year old undersocialized half human half curse. He does his best, but he ends up having to go sit outside for a bit because it gets too much for him. Everyone whose opinion I care about loves him though, because of how we clearly care for each other. We are just the worst introvert x introvert couple when it comes to social events.

Giyuu. Terrible at any social situation. So awkward. Kills any conversation he is invited into. Many aunts and uncles comment on his messy eating and dead expression so i end up having to defend him. He does his best though.

Uramichi. Does not enjoy dealing with my extended family at all. He is a master of putting on a happy face when he is secretly miserable though; but it ends up cracking by the end of the night. Then bluntest of my cousin's kids notice and loudly comment on his exhausted expression. He then drops some classic uramichi wisdom (tm) and makes them fear for their emotional state once they reach adulthood.

Nakime. Sits in the corner in silence. No one even realizes she is there. Offers to murder anyone who even mildly annoys me.

Akito. Snippy with everyone. Can't stand seeing my cousins' kids take my attention, so she ends up clinging to me and being really mean to anyone who tries to talk to me. Ends up throwing hands with my mother and losing.

Douma. We don't even go because I am locked up in his cult

#romy can talk #💕ronami #💕rokashi #💕rorumi #💕satoromy #💕shiguro #💕romichi #💕rocho #💕romioka #💕nakiro #💕akiro #💕rodouma #so many selfship tags rip

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i apologize if this is a bit too personal but i just want to say ive been following you for a while and as an abuse survivor myself it brings me so much joy seeing you find a way out of your abusive home finally youve given me a lot of hope ... i hope that the move goes smoothly and that you have as safe and pleasant and peaceful of a life as possible going forward, you deserve to💛💛💛💛💛💛💛best of luck !!!!

it isn't too personal, im glad that this can give hope to you as well!! i hope that you will also be able to find a way out, i hope that hope continues for you & pushes you forwards - that an opportunity will come to you also!!!

i know i post my every mental breakdown on here so the realtime thought processes of all this is probably already on here like 10 times over, but i am trying to figure out a way to convey it:

the pathways to safety are strange for me to talk about because all at once there's so much possibility in the world, & the choices we have are so incredibly limited, & all the more when you are stuck in an abusive environment w/ people dead-set on keeping you there..

i had idealized in my mind the imagined path to getting out - where i did it all myself, or, where i followed along the 'expected' path directly into renting, because otherwise is too terrifying, too uncertain

but for part of me, with all of this, it wasn't so much about believing those paths were the only ones possible, but that those paths were the ones in which i could feel id earned my life & space in the world, paths where nobody could say "you dont deserve to be here, your place IS in that suffering" somehow..

it's terrifying to leave & terrifying to contend w/ all the feelings & ideas surrounding leaving, everything very materially real (the threat of homelessness & whatifitsevenworseohgod!!) & everything that's "just" in the heart/mind (do i deserve to live free of this? i have to figure that out repeatedly before i act, it feels like. am i even capable of this? i dont *feel* capable. if nobody has offered me an out thus far is it a sign i dont deserve it? if somebody offers one now is it a sign ive only fooled them into thinking i am a human equal to them? all of it going in circles, never reaching a conclusion)

i know you already know this but people give so much judgement to victims&survivors about that all, about like, not just leaving anyhow. like "if you wanted to be free of that, you'd be willing to risk your material safety even more, your housing & access to running water." all kinds of expectations they'd never place upon themselves... when i talk of the fear & pushing past it, i dont mean it's as simple as just choosing incredibly risky uncertain things.

i hope that my leaving & how tangled & terrifying it is & how uncertain it all is materially can give to you not the kind of feeling of feeding into that judgement, but give you a stick to beat that back with :'D all at once it isn't so simple (how i WISH it were!!) & there is so much possibility that, when it comes to the door, can be so. you deserve safety & happiness & peace too & i am holding that in my heart, i hope for you as strongly as for myself. 💟🧸

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

Not canon Compliant!!!

The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

Chapter 13: Rhaegar

The clouds above were heavy and gray making the ambience befitting of Rhaegar’s grim mood. The Runestone heir stands next to his regent, solemnly observing Ser Gerold’s departing party.

“The time has arrived my boy” His uncle says jovially. “The wind summons me home.”

Rhaegar frowns unhappily. In all his ten and four years of life, Rhaegar has never been separated from Ser Gerold. The boy understands that Runestone needs its lord to run the keep. That in order to maintain peace and stability, its lord cannot wonder too far, for too long.

Still Rhaegar didn’t want to his uncle to leave him alone in King’s Landing. Ser Gerold is the person he trusts most in the world. His uncle gives him a sense of secured devotion and protection. Rhaegar likes to think that’s what a fathers affection feels like. It’s not like Rhaegar knew what that felt like, since he didn’t have one. Sort of… Yet Uncle Gerold was the closest thing he had to one.

“Can’t you stay uncle?” His voice soft. Lavender eyes sparkling with sadness. It makes his uncle smile sadly.

“Don’t let the small council catch you making watery eyes now Rhaegar” he jests.

Rhaegar blushes in amusing embarrassment.

“We’ve been here for almost a turn of the moon nephew. I have to make sure Gunthor and Yorwick haven’t burned Runestone to the ground while we’ve been gone.”

Also to make sure they haven’t tried to press their claim of their home to the wardeness of east. Though Lady Jeyne Arryn is as shrewd as she is astute. She’d likely turn them away if they even tried to bring up the subject. The wardeness of the east understands what it feels like to rule in a castle of vipers ready to strike at her heels and do away with her.

It won’t be problem for Rhaegar much longer, he muses. Soon he will return to Runestone. Though unlike how he left; on horseback, the king’s nephew will return on dragonback. No one will be able to better defend him, the Princess Helaena, Ser Gerold and even the Lady Jeyne Arryn if need be; better than his Cannibal.

“If you won’t stay, than I should go home with you.” Delivering an alternate approach. Desperately trying to prolong time so they don’t have to part ways.

The older man sighs dejectedly.

“His grace wants you to stay longer lad. We cannot refuse his grace’s will.” The raven haired boy slouches his shoulder in defeat.

“Besides you have to stay to get lessons from the dragon keepers.” His voice now serious. “I’m no dragonlord nephew but even I understand the gravity of neglecting to attend these lessons. That obsidian beast of yours will have to be put to heal or else Runestone will turn against you if anything bad happens.”

“I understand” a sad smile spreading on the boys lips.

“Stop it! We will only be apart for another month lad. Pull yourself together!” The older man gripped his wards shoulder firmly and gave him his signature hearty laugh.

“Enjoy this time you have Rhaegar. Not to mention there’s a pretty maiden waiting for you in the keep. I think she’d want you to stay a little longer.”

The newly knighted boy’s cheeks flare up again. A goofy twitter-pated expression takes over his face. By the gods Rhaegar is severely taken with the Princess Helaena. Remembering how just a few nights ago she’d snuck into his room, glowing in the pale moonlight. Looking like the angelic nymph she was.

“Seven hells lad, you’re damn near drooling.” Ser Gerold says barking out an amused hearty laugh.

True to his nature the newly knighted boy blushes but this time giving his uncle a small glare. It doesn’t last however. Instead the boy hugs his uncle and feels him do the same. The older man gives three firm pats on his upper back before letting go.

“Rhaegar” he begins seriously. “I need you to be wise here. Stay out of conflict and stop thinking like a boy.”

Rhaegar’s lavender eyes grow wider not completely understanding.

“I am leaving you alone in a dangerous city, I cannot protect you from all the way in the Vale.” The older man puts a kind hand to the top of his nephews head. “I need you to become the man you were always destined to be”

His uncles honey brown eyes warm but holding a bit of sternness. Needing them to make his point as they locked with Rhaegar’s lavender ones.

“Not tomorrow, not next year, NOW. Behave yourself and uphold honor.”

Rhaegar nods his head in agreement. “I promise uncle.”

Ser Gerold smiles proudly at his ward before mounting his white steed and riding away back to the Vale.

Rhaegar paying no heed to area around him, eyes focused solely on Runestone’s retreating party; failed to notice footsteps nearing him from behind.

“Ser Rhaegar” a deep voice spoke, causing the newly knighted juvenile to jump in fright.

He turns around to find himself face to face with none other than Otto Hightower. The hand of the king looked down at Rhaegar with peering eyes, standing like an arrogant peacock.

“Lord Hightower” the juvenile replies in acknowledgement, giving the older man a poised raised brow.

Helaena had told him through their secret letters that her grandfather was the main reason why she and Rhaegar were not courting openly. That the newly reinstated Lord Hand thought the match between his granddaughter and the son of the Rogue Prince was a misjudgment on the King’s behalf. The Lord hand played it cool, hiding his disdain for the Daemon Targaryen’s son with civil chatter when forced to be in each other’s presence. Rhaegar however finds it difficult to keep up appearances. The temptation to outwardly show his dislike and give a piece of his mind to his betrothed’s grandfather was always at the tip of his fingers. However no matter how strong the urge to lash out at the Lord Hand, Rhaegar never gives in. That would be falling into the Otto Hightower’s trap. The arrogant peacock wants Rhaegar to break, to prove is bogus biased true. The prejudice bias that deep down Rhaegar Targaryen Royce truly is Daemon Targaryen’s spawn through and through. Nothing makes Rhaegar’s blood rage more than being compared to his sire. He would not give Otto Hightower that satisfaction. Rhaegar would carry himself with honor and prove them all wrong.

There they stood at the castle gates, getting sprinkled on by light rain; in a stand off of bronze and emerald green. Observing each other in shrewd calculative contempt.

“His grace wishes for you to be brought to his study, Ser Rhaegar.” Hightower breaks their tense silence.

“Very well” was all the juvenile said, walking away from the obstacle that is keeping him away from his princess.

Rhaegar made his way to his kingly uncle, taking the shortcut Aemond had taught him not so long ago.

Perhaps it was the sadness he felt from Ser Gerold’s departure, but there is a wave of uneasiness swirling in his gut. He pulls a folded note Aemond had passed to him earlier, from the Princess Helaena. He didn’t get the chance to read it since he had to see his Uncle Gerold off. Rhaegar unfolds it and begins to read Helaena’s pretty handwriting.

‘A red worm mourns a silvers seahorse, while little silver hatchlings meet a bronze horse.’

Rhaegar scratches his head in confusion as he walks further into the King’s hall. Tucking the note back into doublet, he’ll try to study it after he’s done with his summon with his grace.

The guard makes Rhaegar’s presence known to the king. Uneasiness hitting his gut once more. Normally his uncle would welcome him with a warm smile and a hug. This time King Viserys’s eyes are filled with sad anticipation.

“Dearest nephew” the king begins sadly. “A letter has arrived from Pentos.”

The Knights heart begins thump uncomfortably, if news has arrived from Pentos than no doubt it was from his sire, Prince Daemon Targaryen. Rhaegar doesn’t say anything but nods at his uncle to continue.

“Your fathers lady wife…” his grace pauses in hesitation, “the Lady Laena Velaryon has passed away. She died in the birthing bed.”

The Heir of Runestone lets out a haggard breath. His lavender eyes now glued to his black leather boots. “That’s awful news” was all he could say.

The king puts his good hand on his nephews shoulder.

“There’s more” The weak king says as his sad amethyst eyes lock with his nephews lavender ones.

“My court will sail to Driftmark for the funeral. I hate to command you nephew, but I expect you to join us as well.”

The juveniles jaw tightens in annoyance. If he’s expected to sail to Driftmark with them, than he’s expected to come face to face with HIM. Rhaegar isn’t sure he’s ready to face his sire just yet.

He lets out an exhale “of course your grace” Agreeing only because he was commanded by the King himself.

Said King gives his nephew a sad smile. “Don’t fret boy, if you don’t wish to converse with my brother than you don’t have to.” His uncle king says with promising conviction. “I’ll be there to halt any offenses Daemon gives your way. I may be his brother but fortunately for us both I am also his King.”

The glint in the Kings eye did nothing to reassure Rhaegar at all.

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Sorry for the wait you guys! I told my peeps from my other fic that I’ve recently been taking new meds and they make feel a little funky! Thankfully I’m seeming to get used to them! So hopefully I can get back to regularly posting every Thursday and Friday! :)

Thanks once again!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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