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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #accidentally deleted it kdhgkjfdgk #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x plus size reader #steve harrington x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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dyemelikeasunset · 10 months

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would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!

(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)

THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course Under the readmore:

Mor's side

Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)

Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die

Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time

Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets

Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"

Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward

Dom's side

Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her

Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)

Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time

Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon

Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on

Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend

#dom and mor #long post /

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rottentiger-art · 10 months

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I am interested in hearing your take on this I’ve been thinking a lot about this since the trailer dropped . Something I’ve been analyzing is the relationship differences between Quinn/Mark vs Quinn/Logan. Quinn was always looking for more from Mark and he never could give it. When they start dating it her wanting to date him ( I don’t think he even knows her name) radio episode because he won’t kiss her. She is always looking for more intimacy. So she would get upset and he would like kinda give into her. Then they fell into this boring relationship. The moment he found what he actually wanted he left.

It was such a 180 to see her with Logan because it was like “oh I wanna kiss you all of the time.” There was this passion that a teenage relationship should have. She’s finally getting like a real high school relationship. Logan is finally seeing that knowing someone before just making out with them makes you want them more. Also looking back he’s the one making moves in the sense of him comforting her and he’s the one that said I love you first. He was choosing her and I think that was something she always wanted.

In the trailer we see that their relationship hasn’t dimmed he still wanting to touch her all the time and be close to her. He just seems so glad to have her and Quinn deserves that kind of treatment. I really hope they show the growth of the relationship and not just have them as the comic relief… I hope that they show that Logan just got carried away with the wedding because he wanted it to be perfect but when she runs away he realizes that he just needs to choose her and so they go back to their root and get married at PCA. Sorry this is super long I’ve just been obsessing over this.

Don't apologize, I love long rants about my ships.

Warning: I may be looking too much into a teen's show

I've been re-watching specifically Quinn and Mark's episodes as well as Quinn and Logan's, because I wanted to have a better understanding of both relationships. I hadn't seen all yet and been doing it more at random, so feel free to add more if you want.

Like you mentioned, Quinn and Mark's relationship started because she wanted it and the whole time he seemed quite uninterested on it/her. It's not that he was mean to her or a terrible boyfriend (save for the cheating, I'm side-eying you there, Mark), it's just that he just wasn't as into it and her as Quinn, I don't remember him telling her he loves her (like I said, I'm still rewatching, it might not have happened, or I must have missed it).

Let's see the differences between Logan and Mark when it comes to being Quinn's boyfriend.

Affection:

Mark:

Like you mentioned, in my rewatch I also noticed Mark didn't give her affection unless she requested it, it wasn't just the kiss, it's details like her holding his hand in the scene where she was directing towards the violinist and him dropping it as soon as he could. He just didn't seem interested in doing those things with Quinn.

He is seen holding Brooke's hand when Quinn catches them and he seemed happy to do so

So it's not that he doesn't like affection, he just didn't seem to like giving it to Quinn.

Logan:

Logan, however, is as clingy as her (maybe a little more, even). He has no problem giving her what she wants without having to being asked for it. Their very first scene post kiss starts with him telling her she "has the prettiest eyes" and them sharing an eskimo kiss, both happy and giggling. After they decide to "stop" (not even they believed that lol) he ask her for one more eskimo kiss before they go.

Then, on their next scene they're kissing again, unable to stop. Something that catched my attention was when Quinn was trying to get him to tell her what was bothering him, she got it once she used the "no telling no kisses" threat, and Logan's face too! He was like "tfym no kisses :("

Like, it's amazing to me, they've been dating for seconds and she already knew her kisses had an effect on him, and he folded so easily as soon as she said that, like they both knew he did not want the make out sessions to stop. Her confidence about it is a point I'll bring later on.

He's also the one requesting kisses, whenever they finished discussing something and he knows they have time he pops the "wanna make out?" question, and that's so funny, but also so cute, like you said, he's all like "oh I wanna kiss you all of the time".

He's also the one that said "I'm not sure I wanna stop" when Quinn said they're not making a good job in stopping those secret meetings. When Quinn said "if neither of us wants to stop they I guess..." and she seemed nervous about even suggesting it, still he completed with "we're dating?" , but he didn't look put off, he said it smiling, which feed my headcanon that he really wanted her from before the bench, he looked hopeful when he asked it (does that count as him asking her to be his gf?), so another first move.

Hanging out:

Mark:

Maybe it's because Mark is just... boring? but he doesn't seem to enjoy spending time with Quinn, most of the times we see them together, she is making experiments with him or dragging him around. Sometimes I felt like he enjoyed hanging with her friends more than her. He definitely seemed happier hanging with his own friends than her. I don't remember seeing them on a date besides their first, which he didn't know was a date, or actively seeking alone time with her.

He was always like "I guess" to her suggestions and efforts to being a normal couple.

But again, it seemed to be just with Quinn, he liked hanging out with Brooke and is seen on a date with her. He is still as boring as he was with Quinn, since Brooke left him because of that, but he seemed more into it with her. In one episode he showed more interest in Brooke than he ever did in two seasons with Quinn. And that made me feel so sad for Quinn.

That same episode random extras or minor characters showed more interest in Quinn than Mark in two seasons. What's worth noting is that Quinn didn't care about the attention she received for other boys, she wanted Mark to react like that. She cares about those things if it's coming from the boy she loves, and she would never get it from Mark.

Logan:

Before dating, despite still being a bit of an asshole towards her, Logan seemed fine with hanging out with Quinn, on the last season they became friendlier (again, despite him being still an ass), and post kiss he loved spending time with her, they were always finding moments to be together and alone, enjoying each other's company.

this scene was so fucking cute, while their friends were hanging out, they found a little hidden corner where they could keep kissing and be together:

When it comes to dates, Quinn didn't really demanded or asked him to, she said she wished they could have dates like normal couples do. And what I love of this scene is that his reaction wasn't "ugh, okay" or "I guess...", instead his reaction was more like (for me) "I'm just happy being with you wherever we are, but if you want more, we can totally do more" and he immediately thought up a solution, a place where he could take her and he even seemed excited about it (with how quickly he came up with it, I bet he has thought about it before too, getting her wined and dined and all that)

On the date he was as happy as Quinn to be there, and as annoyed when it was interrupted. Logan is the type to boast his wealth and stuff, but I don't think that was his motivation to take her there, I think he wanted to give her the best date possible, he wanted it to be special (if the theories are true, that might be the case too when it comes to their wedding, but that's for another point)

15 years later, he still clings to her and looks as happy to be around her as he was then.

"I Love You"

another immense difference between the too.

Mark:

Like I said, I don't remember him ever saying those three words to her. But wherever he said it or not, I don't think he did. I genuinely don't think he loved her. I'm not saying he didn't hold any emotional affection towards her, he just wasn't in love.

The way he broke up with her once he had the opportunity to be with another girl (thought I believe Quinn mentioned he had been acting weird for 15 days, so he might have been cheating on her for that long or less) is very telling. Like I know Mark is emotionless, that's his trait, but even then, he didn't seem sad at all about the break up.

And when she tried to get him back he rejected her quickly, making it clear he just didn't want that, even telling her how he felt about Brooke, and it's worth noting he never described Quinn like that, never said they had a connection or something, because they didn't, it was a very one-sided relationship.

Not wanting to kiss your girlfriend of two years until she starts bothering you about it is very telling to. Like I know aromantic/asexual people exist, but I doubt he had the same treatment with Brooke.

And honestly, despite the cheating, I felt bad for Mark, he seemed exhausted by that relationship. Like I said, Quinn was always dragging him around and experimenting with him. Plus, she was clingy, something that just didn't resonate with him (which makes me wonder: if him and Stacey are still together how did that worked out? since she is clingier than Quinn). I understand him leaving as soon as he could, it was a bad relationship for both.

Logan:

Like you pointed out, Logan was the first to say "I love you", and he did it publicly, he screamed it at the top of his lungs in front of a crowd, to her. But the first time he said it was to Stacey, and I really love his response to "why don't you want to kiss me" wasn't him telling her he didn't like her (which obviously he didn't), what came naturally to him was "because I love Quinn!", and it's so cute because he said in on accident, so it was the truth, that was his main reason that het slip, he doesn't want to kiss another girl because Quinn is the one he loves, the only one he wants to kiss from now on.

It was such a grand and meaningful gesture, a huge contrast to her previous relationship. This boy, unlike Mark, loves her so much he doesn't want to be with anyone else, he doesn't want to keep hiding their relationship, not if that means having to pretend to be interested in someone else, I love how he confirmed it again, with no regrets despite the guy behind him asking judgmentally "you love Quinn", like as soon as the words came out of his mouth he realized it was not worth hiding it, it didn't matter anymore if people were going to judge him (and for someone like Logan that's a huge step).

It was a very beautiful scene, it not only showed his love for her was bigger than his concern of what people would think, bigger than his ego, in a more subtle way it also showed he rather deal with that than being disloyal to her, even if it's just pretending, and that says a lot of how how different he is as a boyfriend.

I also do believe on that headcanon that he loved her (or at the very least was crushing on her) before the bench scene, just in denial.

And it's kinda funny, how Mark seemed inoffensive yet he cheated and Logan was seen as the womanizer, yet he was loyal to Quinn.

Quinn's Jealousy Issues:

Many years ago I read the take that Quinn didn't love Logan as much because she wasn't jealous like with Mark, and I honestly disagree.

I believe jealousy roots from insecurities, and Quinn is a very confident girl, so I get why people wouldn't agree her jealousy stems from that, but hear me out.

Like it was mentioned above, Mark wasn't very affectionate and didn't seem interested in Quinn, maybe he thought she didn't need it, but for someone like Quinn, who is constantly seeking romantic gestures and cuddlings/kisses/just any kind of intimacy, it's clear she does. I found it interesting how she knew how many days he had been acting weird, it showed she is attentive to details, she notices and cares for those things. I know it could be attributed to just a quirky thing of hers, but I don't think it is.

I think Mark's lack of, well, participation on the relationship did affect her confidence on their relationship and herself, so that's where her jealousy comes from, she's a smart girl, deep down she must've known he wasn't as into her as she was into him, so she feared someone would take him away (and she was right!), I think her jealousy came from the insecurities the one-sided aspect of that relationship. It was also his poor communication skills, he was always like "yea... I guess... uh..."

With Logan though, she seemed chiller about it. She still got jealous about him taking "make out Mandy" to prom, but I think that was it. It was just, like, normal jealousy, for lack of better words. And I think that's for how attentive Logan was, he showed his interest constantly, he was affectionate, he cared, their relationship was built on good communication, he made her feel wanted and loved, something she didn't feel with Mark, it's hard to feel wanted and loved when someone doesn't want you nor love you.

She didn't have to drag Logan along or force him to show his love, he came to her and he was doing all that willingly, like you said he made the first moves from the bench scene, stopping to confort her and staying despite being told by her to leave was the first move.

Telling her what he really think of her was a first move too, I just can't stress enough how special it is to me that Logan was the only one that said he prefers her as herself.

Ever from the bench scene he rebuilds her confidence, and he does it by just loving her and showing her with his actions and words, not on purpose, he just does it, he just loves her so much he can't help letting her know. And I think that's why Quinn is not as jealous with Logan, because she doesn't have to fear someone taking him away, not when he's clinging to her side and when she is on a healthy relationship based on reciprocate love and good communications.

Overall, Logan not only loved Quinn, he also liked her, and had no problem letting her know that.

Jealousy from their part:

There's not much to say about Mark here, so I'll just jump to Logan.

The "well, he's not [Quinn's boyfriend] anymore!" scene and him not letting her invite the shirtless guy to prom may not be the only times we've seen him jealous. If we take into consideration that he might have been into Quinn before the bench kiss, we can see his treatment of Mark in a different light. Like we all know Logan was a jerk, but he seemed to specially dislike Mark, making fun of him, not caring at all if he was injured/injuring himself (I really wish I had a gif or at least a pic of when he threw that frisbie at Mark, you can see in his face he did that on purpose and enjoy it), like he generally disliked him.

I do believe he was jealous, and seemed to calm down once he had Quinn.

The Relationship:

I'll make this point short because it's basically repeating what I already said.

Quinn-Mark relationship was one-sided, with Quinn doing most of the emotional and physical labor, Mark either reacted to her or was forced to reciprocate, but rarely even initiated intimacy, they had poor communication skills from his part. Overall, he wasn't into it as she was.

Quinn-Logan relationship was fully reciprocated, with Logan doing as much emotional and physical labor, he willingly spend time with her, showed affection and love, meeting Quinn's expectations and both parts communicated perfectly, working as a team to solucionate any problem they may have. Overall, Logan was an active part of the relationship and was very much into it an her, just as much as Quinn.

TL;DR: In a shocking turn of events, Logan turned out to be the most boyfriend material of the cast. The boyfriend Quinn dreamed of.

now, to answer the rest of the ask.

I also hope Logan got carried away on the thrill of giving Quinn the perfect wedding, making their day as especial as possible.

I love love love that you wrote "Logan is finally seeing that knowing someone before just making out with them makes you want them more" because yes! this is new for him too, this is his first relationship and it was so cute how he was like "alright, I love this, I'm never letting go" (don't even bring up that "they break up at least once" hc, I refuse to believe it, let me live in denial)

I also hope they're not just background comic relief, I hope they treat this beautiful ship with the respect it deserves, hope they don't forget they're the most loved couple for a reason and actually the reason why 90% of ppl will be watching that movie

I may be forgetting about more points, but I can always reblog later. Do share your thoughts please

also, now I'm sorry for having making this so long lol

EDIT: Ugh, I had to delete a few pics examples and gifs or it wouldn't let me post it.

#ask box #jools10 #quogan #quinn x logan #logan x quinn #logan reese #quinn pensky #mark del figgalo #zoey 101 #zoey 102 #quogan rant #or meta idk #quogan brainrot

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callsign-magnolia · 6 months

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Alright,

I have another ask and it’s ridiculous, but it’s bc I love you!! This time it’s a different Dagger, it’s sweet baby boi Bob.

Reader & Bob have been together for 3-4 years, taking it slow, especially with Bob being an aviator and Reader being a high school teacher. But after dropping hints, now comes the question of popping THE QUESTION. What they don’t know is that both of them were planning a proposal for the same day: their anniversary. What they doesn’t realize is that the other one is proposing, so it becomes an accidental double proposal

Ah! A Bobby request! I love this so much!

"Do you even give a man a ring when you propose?" I asked my mom on the phone. "I don't see why you can't? I think he'd like a simple gold band." She said and I sighed, looking down into the jewelry case. "Can I see that one?" I asked and the woman and she nodded, handing me the simple gold band. "You really think he'll like it, mama?" I asked making sure she could see it. "I think he will." With that I bought the band and had them engrave it. I couldn't pick it up for another few days, but that was okay. Our anniversary wasn't for another week.

Once I got home Bobby was in the kitchen. "Hey, get all your errands done?" He asked and I nodded, walking over and wrapping my arms around his waist. "I did. I was in the mall and passed that one jewelry store." He hummed. "The one that has the ring you like?" I nodded. "Yes. It wasn't there anymore." I was a little sad about that. I haven't been able to find a ring like it online. It was an in store exclusive. "Find anything else you like?" He asked and I shook my head. "No, I was looking at men's wedding bands. You said you'd like a gold band right?" I asked and he chuckled and nodded. "I did." He stepped back and I let him go before he backed me into the counter. "You'd marry me if I asked?" He asked and my heart sped up. "Are you asking?" My eyes met his bright blue ones and I could see the love within them. "Not yet, honey. Not yet."

I picked up the band and kept it in my purse, not wanting Bobby to find it if he does laundry or anything. "Now, how many of you knew that Harriet Tubman led the Combahee river raid?" I asked and no one raised their hands. "Well, she did. She led one hundred and fifty-" I was cut off by a knock on the door. I opened it to find Maria, a girl from our front office with a huge things of roses in her hands. "These are for you." She said and handed them over. "Thank you." With that I turned back into the bedroom. "Who are those from? A secret admirer?" One of the girls asked. "No, they're from my boyfriend. We've been together for three years today." I said and many of the girls 'awed'. "Wait, you have a boyfriend?" One of my boys asked. "Yes, I have a life outside of this classroom. Now, back to the lesson!" I said, directing everyone back to the board.

That night I slipped on Bob's favorite dress. A little back number with off the shoulder sleeves and we made dinner together. A tradition we've had since we got together. It was our first date because we were both so broke at the time, we couldn't afford to eat out and he said McDonald's wasn't romantic enough for me. He fed me some of the ravioli and I moaned. "You are an amazing cook, Mr. Floyd." I said and he chuckled before wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me. "Why thank you. Ready to eat?" He asked and I nodded. He pulled out my chair before grabbing our plates and I poured our wine. The first few minutes were quiet and I couldn't stand how nervous I was anymore. I reached into my purse that hung on the back of the chair. "Bobby." I said as I pulled out the box, holding it out of his line of sight. He looked at me and I could see something on his face that I couldn't read. "I have something I wanna ask you." I said and he held up a finger before swallowing his food and sipping on his wine.

I saw him shift something in his pocket before he stood, walking over to my side of the table. "I also have something I wanna ask you." I stood to meet him. "Let me go first." I said and he nodded. "Bobby, I love you. So much. More than I thought I could love any one. You are the man of my dreams and I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else." I took a deep breath before pulling out the ring box and opening it. "I was wondering if you'd marry me?" I asked and he stared at the box for a minute before laughing. I furrowed my brows, confused before he dropped to one knee before me. "I guess you beat me to it. You are the most amazing woman I have met. You're kind, loving and strong willed. I knew I wanted to spend my life with you after our first date, just felt a little crazy to propose then. But, will you do the honor of becoming Mrs. Floyd?" He asked and I laughed as a few tears fell. In the box was the ring I had been eyeing for the last year in the same jewelry store that I bought his ring. "Yes." I said and he stood, slipping the ring onto my finger. He reached for his but I held it back. "You didn't answer my question." I said and he chuckled. "Yes, honey. I'd love to marry you." I slipped his ring on before he pulled me into a searing kiss. "Great minds think a like huh?" He asked, making me laugh.

Celebrate 500 followers with me! Send me an ask with an aviator and an idea and I'll write it! 🎉

#ask away #you ask #kay answers!#KayKay's 500 follower celebration

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Sakusa, Oikawa, Hinata, and Kita

A/n: Decided to make part 2. Cuz, why not?

• "𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." - 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

Your eyes were busy watching your boyfriend, Sakusa, who's standing there listening to what his coach was saying since he just asked the referee for time out. Until a teen girl beside you lets out a small sigh, makes you glance at her.

"Isn't he the hottest man alive?" She asks you as she places her palms under her chin.

You raise your brow and take a quick glance at the team before looking back at her. "Who? Miya? He has a twin tho, you can date his twin if you can't get him." You joke.

She shakes her head. "No, I mean yes he's hot. But, have you seen Sakusa? I want him to be my boyfriend."

Finally you understand Doja when she sings "and it's hard to keep my cool, when other bitches tryna get with my dude." Well, it's not the girl's fault after all, since you and Sakusa just started dating three months ago and haven't announced it to the public.

Not receiving any answer from you, the girl finally looks at you for the first time, since she never takes her eyes off from the black-haired man. "Bro, don't tell me you don't know which Sakusa is."

You blink. "Huh? No, of course I know him."

"Everyone loves him, you know? Like damn, he looks so charismatic for no reason." She huffs, hearing your giggle. "I mean my best friend likes him too, I'm glad they're sick now so I have a chance to take a pic with him and maybe ask him to go on a date with me."

"You like him so much, huh? He has millions of followers on instagram, good luck with that."

"You seem to have no interest in him." She comments then adds. "Which one is your favorite then?"

"I– um… Bokuto? Yeah, Bokuto. He's my friend since high school actually." You say and make her jaw drop.

"For real? So when you say you know Sakusa that means you really know him?"

You slightly nod and awkwardly smile at her. "Yeah, you could say that."

"You should introduce me to him then." She half jokes before the game starts again.

Twenty minutes later, the game is over. As you already expected, MSBY comes as the winner which makes you proud of him and his teammates.

"I'm gonna take a pic with him." The girl says to herself before running away from the bleacher area along with other fans.

Waiting for your boyfriend in front of the exit door, you watch him struggling to get away from the fans and interviewers.

Once Sakusa's eyes meet yours, he quickly walks towards you, still ignoring the crowds who call his name. As you are about to open your mouth to congratulate him, he pulls down his mask to his chin and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"C'mon let's get out of here." He says, tightly grabbing your hand.

Looking back at the crowds behind you, you see the girl's jaw drop for the second time.

• "𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧." -𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"Marry a man in a suit and you'll be happy." They say.

"Don't date a foreigner." They say.

"Home is where the heart is." They say.

And you did trust what they or people who you called family said. They always dictate you and you never complain because you think they know what's best for you and your future. Until one day, a business trip to Buenos Aires made you change your mind.

You realized your family was wrong, their "advice" wasn't made for you. It's cliché, but you could say, you met the man of your dreams a.k.a the man of your family's nightmare.

It's been three years since you left home and this morning, your family begged you to come back.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he automatically brings his hand to play with your hair as you two are lying on the couch. "Is it okay if I don't want to come back?"

He looks down to you, giving you a soft smile. "Of course, it's okay. You're an adult, Baby. Do whatever you want and I will always be by your side."

You chuckle at his words and make Oikawa raise his brow. "What's funny?"

Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around him. "You are the man that my parents always warn me about."

"Excuse me?" He pretends to be offended but still laugh at the end.

"It's a compliment, chill." You assure before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

• "𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝" - 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

Hinata Shoyo is everything, sweet like candy, but he's such a man. He pulls your chair and helps you in, he compliments your outfit, and he even listens to your favorite song. Sometimes you wonder if he realizes how nice he is to you. Your ex, on the other hand, only could say that your joke isn't funny or your favorite song isn't catchy. That's why your bad past with your ex makes you scared to open yourself more to him at first.

"Oh please… tell me the joke." He begs.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Nevermind, it's not funny."

"Please… I just know it'll be funny."

"Okay, okay." You nod. "Where does the sheep go to get a haircut?"

"Hmm..." Hinata closes his eyes for a few seconds, trying to think. "On a farm?"

You shake your head, gaining a sigh from the orange-haired man. "So, what's the answer?"

You laugh to yourself before you answer the question. "I swear Sho, this joke isn't fun–"

"Stop saying that!" He cuts your words.

"The baa baa shop."

There's a second of silence before Hinata finally throws his head back, laughing like a kid. His reaction at your stupid joke make you shock -in a good way- but then you feel your cheeks getting warm in embarassment because everyone starts to look at you two.

"Sho..." You lightly kick his leg under the table, reminding him that both of you are in a public place.

He quickly stops laughing and wipes the tears from his eyes. A smile never fades from his face. "I'm sorry, it was the silliest joke I've ever heard."

In the end, your ex is nothing compared to Hinata Shoyo. He appreciates and loves you in a way that your ex never could.

• "𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬." - 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚

If you got a penny for everytime your friends say something nice about your boyfriend, no doubt, you'd be richer than Elon Musk.

It's not like Kita cares about your friends' comments though, since he always gets compliments from everyone. Nothing special about it, unless he gets that compliment from you.

"Shin? Where do you wanna take me?" You ask him. It's been five minutes since your eyes are closed with his palms as he guides you somewhere.

"C'mon, five more steps and we'll be there." He replies and starts to count every step. Then his palms slowly no longer cover your eyes and place them on your shoulder.

After blinking a few times, you look at the view in front of you and the place you're both in. It's the centennial park where you both meet for the first time.

"I hope you like it." Referring to the blanket that perfectly lays on the grass with your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers on top of it.

"Shin…" You whimper, turning your body fully to give him the warmest hug you could ever give. "Thank you, I'm so speechless right now."

Returning the hug, he whispers in your ear. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

And just like that, salt tears well from deep inside and course down your cheeks. If both of you didn't hold each other, you're pretty sure that your knees would fall to the ground right now.

"I know you've been stressed out lately, Darling. I could see your exhaustion. It's okay, I'm here for you. I promise today is all about you, I'm so proud of you and gonna take care of you."

"I love you, Shin. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x gn!reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #hinata x reader #kita x reader

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msbarrows · 5 months

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Screenshots from playing my ongoing family. I'm currently on the... 6th generation? I think?

From an earlier post about this particular family line: It started off with Cloud Banks, who had a son, River Banks, with Michael Bell (the Creature Keeper). River eventually met and married Tank Grunt. They adopted a girl, then (cheated - this was pre-science baby) two more girls and a boy (Averie Banks, Cecelia Grunt, Ocean Tank, and West River - gave them different surnames so their descendants would have more of a mix). Ocean Tank had a hookup with Death that led to her son Damiano Tank, after which she married and had two more children (Alfred and Casey Tank). Damiano married a random Mt. Konorebi sim, Etsuko, and they had a son, Sephiroth Tank, and a daughter, Gem. They separated for a while, during which Damiano raised Seph while Etsuko raised Gem, after which they both divorced and remarried, and Etsuko had another child, Kiara Matsudo (autonomous game actions after I'd moved the two of them back in together once Seph was old enough for university).

Sephiroth changed his surname to du Ciel after becoming a vampire. Molly Prescott (his BFF from high school) helped him have a science baby, Jaxson, before she paired up with Ash Miura, while Seph went on to eventually marry a younger man, Benson, who is descended from the MacKay family line I played for a generation in StrangerVille to do the storyline there. Jaxson refers to them as the Dads and the Moms, though Ash is GNC and doesn't use gendered pronouns. (Okay yes, Jaxs is 6th gen.)

I accidentally graduated Jaxson from high school early by accepting a phone call from the high school principal (whoops). It's been long enough since I was last playing TS4 consistently that I was finding running the du Ciel household difficult; two adults, one of whom never sleeps and works from home, a teenager no longer away most of the day, and a baby, Cecelia, needing constant monitoring and help... yeah. So Jaxson took a share of the household funds and moved out to a furnished basement apartment (he could have afforded much better but I wanted to try out the lot I just built).

He got a job in manual labour on the weekends, and also went ahead and enrolled in university as a teen. I had him working on an easy two credits per week, so he had tons of free time for skills building and goofing off in between classes and work. Also had him continue going to events at the high school, so he could meet and socialize with more teens.

It was at a cheerleading rally where he met Leigh River, a football team member, who judging by the last name is a cousin of some degree to him. She seemed a bit dubious about him at first, and they don't have any particular chemistry, but he was crushing hard. They still managed to become solid friends pretty quickly, and then BFFs. They went on outings with other friends, and eventually dated, and shared their first kiss. (She's non-flirty so advancement on the romance front has been slow.)

At the end of their second date she grew up to YA status, with him only about 2/3 of the way through his own teenagehood. Gah.

They continued seeing each other as friends. He spent some time with the moms and the dads and met all six (!!!) of his half-siblings, Seph and Benson having had two more girls since he left home (Evelyn and Emilie du Ciel), and Molly & Ash also being up to three (a girl and two boys - Annabella, Patrick, and Elliot Miura). Finally he reached his own birthday and became a YA, with just a few days left before he'll finish his last semester in University!

He and Leigh went on another date; she was still single, so they're now officially boyfriend and girlfriend. She's moved in with him, and once he graduates university they'll be house hunting for a better place to live than his basement apartment.

And yup, she turned out to be a cousin; her paternal grandfather was West River, so she's 5th gen to Jaxs' 6th. I'll probably have them pick out a new surname when they marry, to differentiate them and their descendants from all the side branches of the family.

#The Sims #TS4 #Jaxson du Ciel

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caffeinejournalist23 · 1 year

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What Sex and The City Did & Didn't Teach Me About Love - Part 1: Looking for Matrimony in the Bedsheets

I have been in bed sick for the past 2 days, and with yet another lonely Valentine's Day just around the corner, I figured I'd give in to temptation and finally start watching Sex and The City. I know it's a show full of bullshit depictions of New York, love, and womanhood, but even the fictional glamor of this show can't ignore the very real frustrations of dating in a big city as a young professional.

For the sake of positive manifestations though, I'll mention that I am at the happier part of the show; Carrie and Mr. Big are still broken up but she's finding herself and having mostly positive experiences with other men (which in the end is preparing her for a happy marriage with Big, so.. good stuff still?) - but Miranda and Charlotte are learning more about themselves and breaking down barriers while also respecting their boundaries now that they're in healthier relationships.

And the inspiration for this post - my roommate's boyfriend is secretly plotting their engagement!

For the past few months, he has been acting hella odd; I was worried maybe he was cheating on her, but it didn't add up to the clues or his character as a person at all - it's what we all are taught to erratically fear and assume whenever something seems different from a partner, even if all the signs suggest the polar opposite of that.

Honestly, I'm so glad I'm binging the show now as a 23-year-old with adult friends in healthy relationships and missed it when I was 15 and all my high school friends held that and What to Expect When You're Expecting as the gospel for what to expect in adult womanhood. Because, like I said, though there are some realistic depictions in the show, most of it is over-dramatized and/or over-glamorized - and there's a lot that this show gets completely wrong about real love, sex, and relationships.

For instance; not every woman has to get heartbroken, betrayed, or objectified over and over again before meeting the right match and settling down. In the show, all 4 main characters go through more than 10 guys each season in the first half of the series - which is totally fine and dandy if that's a lifestyle of your choosing and not a self-destructing habit made out of desperation. Unfortunately, I think the show perpetuates a narrative that says casual/non-committal sex occurs among women because they are desperate to find matrimony in the bedsheets rather than because women enjoy sexual liberation.

Charlotte is almost made fun of for her strict rules about sex and intimacy, and always focuses on the future of marriage whenever considering a relationship with a guy. Miranda has a pessimistic attitude about love and relationships for the majority of the series but is then delightfully surprised as she begins to unpack her anxieties about love and regains control of her life through therapy and self-realization.

Compared to my real-life friends who are in healthy committed relationships/marriages, Carrie Bradshaw and her friends got most of it very wrong; most of my friends in happy relationships did not date/have sex with a dozen men; actually, most of my friends are marrying their first serious love - some of which have been together since high school.

The truth is we as women (and/or non-binary feminine people, I'm still learning how to write more inclusively) should not be desperate for a loving long-term relationship! It should be ok to have consensual sex and not want or expect anything else from it. And it should be ok to keep boundaries that cock-block casual sex - and to communicate those boundaries to potential partners.

Overall, I guess my roommate's upcoming proposal and binging the first 3 seasons of Sex and The City got me to realize that when it comes to love and happy relationships, there's no one-size-fits-all expectation - as long as y'all respect each other and love each other truthfully, I think you're doing it right.

#sex and the city #satc #carrie bradshaw #mr big #carriesatc #sex and dating #sex and intimacy #relationship #relationship advice #dating advice #dating tips #loveversusreality #realisticlove #realistic #caffeinejournalist #coffeegirl

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kanakomimura · 2 years

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since i'm officially starting, here the introduction post! it'll be under a cut for length (and being image-heavy.)

The Story Annette grew up in one of those small towns where nothing interesting ever happened. Always the notorious wild child of the place, she wanted more for herself than what her hometown could give. While studying the cosmos in hopes of discovering something that might be her ticket out, she had no idea just how right she would be! Abducted and returned pregnant, Annette panicked. She was already the topic of the town gossip, who knew what might happen if everyone found out her kid was half alien? She hid her pregnancy for as long as she possibly could. Once her little bundle of Joy was too big to hide, she fled - taking her closest friends with her. Together, they founded the town of Springhaven.

The Thorne Family

Annette Thorne Bisexual - Libra - Knowledge/Pleasure Lifetime Want: Have 50 Dream Dates Turn Ons/Off: Glasses, Creative / Poor Brave - Social Butterfly - Handy - Hydrophobic - Supernatural Fan Impulsive, silly, and fun to be around - that's Annette! Even when she was little she was 'weird' or 'quirky' or...whatever other word someone could use to describe the kind of girl that would rather tell you all about how the boundary of the solar system ends in something called an 'oort cloud' than play like the other kids. She's always got some sort of weird fun fact under her belt! She loves whipping them out at parties. And yes, her blue hair is natural. Or, at least, as natural as it can be after turning that color from a freak accident involving a pool filled with cowplant juice. She's sworn off bodies of water ever since.

Joy Thorne ? - Capricorn - Grow Up Lifetime Want: ? Light Sleeper - Clumsy - Photographer's Eye Joy has no idea what her mom's so worried about. They haven't had much trouble since she was born. Sure, that was only 7 days ago, but still! She's positive that whatever happens they can handle together. In fact, she's positive in general! She seems to be much too wise for her age, but that's probably a good thing...?

The Palmer Family

Inigo Palmer Gay - Cancer - Family/Popularity Lifetime Want: Marry Off 6 Children Turn Ons/Off: Life Skills, Red Hair / Talented Loves the Cold - Absent-Minded - Nurturing - Charismatic - Green-Thumb Inigo has been Annette's best friend since they were in diapers. They consider each other to be siblings, so it just made sense to come with her when she left town! After all, Annette can be pretty reckless and usually needs his soft personality to help her see reason. He's known in his friend group for being a gentle, caring soul who would drop anything to lend a hand. He's hoping this new start will lead him to his soulmate...since his longtime crush on Elijah doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

The Barton Family

Elisa Barton (née Price) Straight - Leo - Romance/Fortune Lifetime Want: WooHoo with 20 Different Sims Turn Ons/Off: Life Skills, Fitness / Poor Loves the Heat - Loves To Swim - Flirty - Born Salesperson - No Sense of Humor

Elisa is Inigo's cousin. She and her boyfriend Elijah have been together since high school. They're not engaged, much less married, but she figured if they're getting a new start, why bother with her maiden name? Which seems like a pretty weird decision, considering she's having second thoughts about settling down with someone so uptight about money...

Elijah Barton Bisexual - Sagittarius - Pleasure/Family Lifetime Want: Become Game Designer Turn Ons/Off: Glasses, Red Hair / Great Dancer Hopeless Romantic - Computer Whiz - Frugal - Mooch - Lucky

Elijah is a total dorky sweetheart. He fell for Elisa at first sight and was completely surprised when she agreed to go out with him! He's passionate about games and all things fantasy. He dreams of one day developing his own game, but he wishes Elisa was more interested in his ideas. He considers Inigo his closest friend and can often been seen hanging out with him whenever he's not with Elisa.

Some Notes: - I used a random simgen for most aspects of these guys! I can't see where they go from here. - I'm following a mixture of rules, mainly Keoni's, DeeDee's, and Nepheris'. - I'll start using ROS on the second round for each household. If I can't fulfill the event - since most of them aren't things I can do yet - I'll play the round without. I'm playing wants-based (for the most part.) - I'm not a builder by any means. Every building I'm using has been downloaded and redecorated.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #bacc #springhaven bacc #springhaven thorne family #springhaven palmer family #springhaven taylor family #springhaven dawson family

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the-amalgam-house · 2 years

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TMI TMI in case any of the handful of followers here are not interested, sex talk below relationship stuff and just thinking about things as you know An Adult Person who is Sexual Sometimes™️

Sometimes I wonder if my wife would still seek affirmation and gratification outside of me, romantically and sexually, if I was able bodied enough to keep up with her needs and if I wasn't so emotionally reserved in general?

She is def polyamorous, and I don't know of I am or not (I say I'm manogamish, not looking but would be open if someone came along), but sometimes I really wish I could do for her what having THREE other partners does for her, if only because outside relationships are often temporary and she wants people who are more permanent and attentive.

I get really down on myself in this regard because I'm disabled and I don't like sex anymore because of it. It's too physically painful after the fact, the cons outweigh the pros. (Plus tmi, she's too big for me since my complete hysterectomy. Hurts even during)

I used to LOVE it. I used to enjoy making out and playing and everything. But as I got sicker and sicker and my brain and body have gotten worse and worse, even the sensory input of like. The noises and smells and sweat, I can't deal with it anymore. It takes way too many spoons and then aftercare is even more spoons and I have zero energy for any of it. I joke sometimes and call myself a Pillow Prince cause if I put in too much effort it's only immense pain for me, for DAYS. Especially my hips and lower back.

I don't mind muscle pain in general just from like, aches from physical activity it's nbd, but pain from already affected areas being SO much worse is not something I can tolerate. And I sometimes feel like a failure of a husband because of it. Among other things like not really being able to do chores or not being able to work at all thus bringing no money to the table for like bills and shit like that.

And when it comes to being like emotionally vulnerable... I have problems with letting her know exactly what I'm thinking most times. I have troubles with embarrassment wrt like, having pet names or gushing about how beautiful she is. And I feel like words of affirmation are EXTREMELY important to her but the only way I know how to express my love for someone is to share my food and buy them presents. Which I can't do that often cause no job means no money, and no energy means no crafting. Wtf I hate it???

She's really strung up lately cause her other partners in their own individual lives are all making plans to move far away in the future. A couple don't really see her in any real romantic sense, and all of them very rightfully and fairly have other people who are priority (just like how she's MY priority in any romantic/family sense).

At the same time, as much as she frets over the possible loss of partners due to life circumstances, it doesn't deter me thinking about what it would be like to have a boyfriend or two. I've never actually dated anyone but my wife, and I really really enjoy the idea of dating men, cause I like men. I get kind of envious of the fact that she has a handful of partners who do care for her even if it's in limited capacity, and I get a feeling of missing out?

Two of her partners don't really know me and I don't know them, despite my wife having been dating one since about the time the pandemic started? I think. I don't really feel any kind of connection with them in general. They don't really go out of their way to get to know me either? Which I feel like if you're going to date a married person, you should get to know their spouse??

The third is great, they've been friends with her since high school and we've been friends since college. They're really Going Through It™️ rn too (a lot of us are tbh but damn I wish I could help). It's all just so chaotic, which is not something I'm looking for in my life tbh, but I still wonder so so often how... that would feel, how I would handle having multiple partners, and the fact that I really enjoy the sort of village model of relationship anarchy. A bunch of people who care for each other doing the family thing. Esp when it comes to being able to ease the burden of caring for the disabled among us by having multiple more able bodied and minded ppl to help everyone out, instead of like just one person trying to do it all.

... which I guess brings me back around to the fact that I somehow WANT to be able to do it all for my wife but that contradicts the type of life I want to live???? Idk man I'm just brainweird and don't really know where to put my emotions about it all. It's frustrating. I want to help everyone but don't want to be a burden and have several ppl that can help me so it's all not on one person but I want to be the person who can do it all....... none of it makes any sense and I'm so so SO fucking tired. Heck.

#toby talk

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sdaomine · 3 years

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NXX Boys and Their Sisters

Tears of Themis Boys If They Had Sisters! Yay!

⚖️ Artem Wing

Eleanor Wing

• 36 years old

• same height as him (artem hates it)

• has short, auburn hair with a bob cut; blue eyes

• basically Artem's carbon copy istg but more mature-looking

• is also a top-notch lawyer abroad

• artem is a serious, hard-working man? jokes on you, eleanor is thrice as serious and ambitious as him

• will never ever have a boyfriend because she's scary asf

• wants to be artem's rival in court one time but only because she wishes to tease him

• she's not showy but she loves and supports his little bro sm that she planned to throw a big gathering when she discovered artem got himself a girlfriend

• almost choked when artem told her he got himself a girlfriend

• almost cried when artem told her his girlfriend is a lawyer (yay! family of lawyers!)

• intimidated the hell out of you when you first saw her

• istg she looks scarier than artem. scarier than his entire family, actually

• looks so stern but is actually a softie when you talked for the first time

• plus she's gorgeous and intelligent asf

• forget about artem—can i take eleanor?

• has a really beautiful speaking voice

• is jealous that artem can cook and she can't

• teases artem all night long in front of his family, and so you witnessed his tomato face the entire evening

• gives you boyfriend/relationship tips even when she hasn't dated anyone yet

• tells you no one has ever asked her out yet, but irl she rejects all of them

• will murder for artem and you

• then she'll save herself in court

• always calls you and invites you to hang out with her when she has free time, therefore pissing off artem because you decide to go shopping or do coffee dates with her instead of your boyfriend

• you see artem's text to her saying, "Eleanor, stop asking my girlfriend out."

• she's such a good friend and companion it makes you wish you become each other's shopping partners forever + you want to continue your girl dates. well, honey, you can make that possible if you marry her brother

• lowkey slips the topic of marriage during conversations, making you blush

• the kindest person on earth, don't fight me on this one

• is like your elder sister but can also be your mother figure if u want her to

• heaven-sent angel

• artem loves her so much even if he's not showy too

• she'll automatically be your relationship counselor once u get married to artem bc that's one of her specializations

• asks you straightforwardly about your sex life as part of your girl talk

• you're a simp for her, don't lie to me

🔎 Luke Pearce

Lucy Pearce

• 17 years old

• is smol like you and she's adorable for that

• has long, wavy, chestnut-brown hair and eyes the same as luke's

• she's really pretty you bet lots of guys are pursuing her—but they're kinda unlucky because luke is her older brother

• she's really genuine to everyone esp her brother. with their parents long gone, the two only relied on each other (and you and your parents, of course, since you took them in)

• she loves you sm she gets really excited when you three hang-out

• has been trying to set you up with his brother for a long time now but you have no idea because you're denser than the earth

• she's just TOO kind and genuine you'd get your hands dirty if someone ever hurt her

• hates math and science but loves literature

• teaching her high school math is the worst thing to ever happen to luke

• has a kawaii sense of fashion and you always go thrift store shopping with her because you want to play dress-up

• is a very talented fashion designer

• loves chips and milk. not a good combo tho

• has the worst tantrums + makes it really difficult for luke to console and make peace with her

• she has a really big crush on marius von hagen and luke hates marius even more for that

• is smart but sometimes a little too dense

• tears of joy when you told her you're in a relationship with her brother

• always nags at luke to remind him of how he should treat you well

• is very protective of you now because if you break up with luke her brother's gonna be losing his first and last chance of getting himself a wife

• is a big bully towards luke

• pesters you to tell her stories about you and her big brother and you end up telling her, anyway

• you braid luke's hair together

• you tried to cook together but to no avail + the house almost got burned so you swore to never do it again and just buy some take-out

• sweet, sweet lucy has a crush on her best friend's brother. her best friend is Zofia von Hagen

🖌️ Marius von Hagen

Zofia von Hagen

• 17 years old

• long, straight, violet hair with bangs + purple eyes too

• always wearing a ponytail

• maybe she's allergic to the sun because she always wears her shades; with new designs and different brands every day

• her iPhone is superglued to her manicured hands

• it's either heels or sneakers for her

• has her personal stylist because she's too lazy to style herself in the morning

• a really talented guitarist, unlike her brother marius

• for some reason she's not in good terms with their eldest sibling

• is the biggest snob you'll ever meet

• personality's a huge contrast with marius's

• only talks to people she's close with

• not as hard-working as marius but survives in school because she's hella smart

• marius's biggest bully + basher

• bitch is so fucking good at martial arts. she chose martial arts over music/arts, but she learned how to play the guitar by herself

• she can move the way annie leonhart does

• can be sweet when it comes to her best friend, lucy pearce

• doesn't want a boyfriend but a girlfriend instead

• also gifted in the field of arts but doesn't want to pursue it

• is the real spoiled brat in the von hagen family

• daddy's girl

• dude... this girl's in love with lucy pearce

• dude she likes her best friend

• fuck you, marius. lucy's mine

• lucy > rich and handsome boys

• this kid sus when you first met her, and you're surprised when she asks you, "has my brother proposed to you yet?"

• when you said no, she lets out a relieved and sigh and smiles—and straight out tells you, "good. you can still back out from this bad decision you're making."

• she may seem like a bitch at first, but when she warms up to you, istg this kid's gonna do literally everything for you

• her new life motto: must protecc miss attorney (aside from lucy)

• always makes sure to pester you when you're at the von hagen estate so that his brother can't make any moves on you

• always interrupts it when marius is about to kiss you

• there was a time when you were making out with marius in the living room and he receives a text from her that says: use condoms you idiot

• has the worst mood swings but they don't apply on you because she wants you to be her sister-in-law

• plus she can blackmail marius whenever she wants to

• *sighs* seventeen-year-old me won't probably be friends with Zofia von Hagen

🌹 Vyn Richter

• Marie Victoria Elizabeth de Haspran

• aka Tori or Victoria Richter

• is 31 years old and probably the gods' ultimate favorite because she's just so damn beautiful she could be venus herself

• has pearl-white hair that is always tucked in a neat, royal-looking bun

• she has a million-dollar hair clip that never really leaves her hair; you'd think she wears it even when she showers

• well, jokes on you because she doesn't shower—we kinda forgot she owns eight different types of bathtubs back in their estate

• has really pretty golden eyes she could hypnotize you with them; also has a mesmerizing smile

• this family's got damn long pretty lashes

• her voice is the softest, most beautiful

• her laugh will be the end of everyone

• she has a close relationship with vyn, but vyn despises her every time she addresses her as albert

• victoria our sexy, elegant queen

• good at speech, writing, and noble sports and other activities these rich peeps do

• has her pinky raised when she drinks tea

• vyn never lets her drink wine (or too much wine) or he always has to be there when victoria is drinking because her alcohol tolerance, i'm telling you—is ten times worse than artem's

• tea > every other drink in the universe

• can beat vyn's pathetic ass in a game of polo; never misses the bullseye when doing archery

• she's vyn's role model istg if victoria can be this perfect, then so can he

• piano and flute skills are way past heaven

• a really, really good big sister to our vyn

• this woman's so charming and nice you'd lower your guard when you're around her when in fact you really should not

• NEVER let your pathetic guard down when you're around the Haspran family, okay

• istg she knows what's running in your mind but you don't know that because she's in front of you, relishing her tea and wearing the prettiest smile

• queen of emotion-control and vyn admires her for that

• the love of her life is a prince from another domain and he's the only one who could make victoria de haspran blush to her death

• she was the first one to send you an official letter rom Svart stating that she would really wish to see you

• your cheeks burned so much because she addressed you as "Miss Y/N, future duchess of Svart" and victoria knows that, ofc. she planned all this. she knows every little thing she says to you. to everyone.

• she prepared a grand tea party just for you

• meeting her was one of the best experiences you ever had and you'll treasure it forever

• conversation with her and vyn is so easy because they share a good relationship with one another

• these siblings are so experienced in so many fields that sometimes you feel out of place, but they are quick and skillful enough to change the subject and make it about you

• she tells you she wants you to dress up and make acquaintance with the other nobles sometime soon and and intentionally said, "but i am afraid, miss attorney, that you will be sneaking your way into the hearts of Svart's noblemen."

• vyn glared at her as if she's his greatest enemy

• he was swift to tell his sister that there is no need for such thing, but if she insists, vyn will come with you

• you always catch victoria admiring your beauty

• you think vyn can be sly and manipulative? you haven't seen this woman in action yet

• victoria's gotten so close to you that she revealed to you her greatest secret

• —that she likes to read historical smut

• ngl you feel like she's made you blush countless times because she always slips into conversation how adorable your children with vyn would be

• and tells you some of the lovemaking ideas she has read about (vyn lowkey wanna walk out)

• you got really sad when you and vyn returned to stellis because you just wanted to be with victoria for a while

• because she's just too perfect

#tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #vyn richter #tears of themis vyn #marius von hagen #artem wing #tears of themis artem #artem wing x reader #artem x mc #luke pearce #luke pearce x reader #tears of themis luke #mihoyo #mo yi #xia yan #lu jinghe #zuo ran

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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I’m On Fire [Chapter 2]

With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer start to put a plan together.

A/N: I’ve got a head cold at the mo’ but I had to get a covid test just in case so I’m not allowed leave my room till I get the results! So enjoy a bonus chapter while I wallow on my own for like 36 hours :( On a positive note, thank you guys all so much for the response to chapter 1 I really didn’t see that coming! I’ve tagged everyone who asked, let me know if you wanna be added

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: Cursing, some NSFW language/themes

Word Count: 6.1k

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"Are you coming up or what?"

The question was still ringing in my ears. It caught me completely off guard. 'Up' as in up to Spencer's apartment? Where he lived? I knew he lived somewhere in theory, just like I knew deep down that he wasn't made in a test tube.

Without noticing I've undone my seatbelt and I'm hopping out of the car, following him around to the front door. I guess I am coming up.

Spencer's apartment is more cosy than I thought it was going to be. It's warm and lived in. It's not big, but I think that might be what makes it homely. Something about the way he behaves had me thinking it would be fully decked out in stainless steel or glass or something. But it wasn't pristine, it was messy.

There were books bursting from the shelves that lined the walls of the apartment, along with books laid open over nearly every surface in the place, it looked like he was in the middle of reading all of them, and honestly, I didn't doubt it. Maybe I'd misjudged him. He even had some photos of what looked like his family, and maybe friends, even some of the BAU, lining his walls or propped up on his mantle. He had little trinkets and souvenirs on his shelves too, evidence that he'd been around the country for reasons other than a case. I would never admit it to him but there was a real charm to the place.

Once we got inside he took off his bag and suit jacket, tossing them on the desk just inside of the door. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, and he seemed to pick up on my awkward energy.

"You can make yourself at home" he said, his confident streak remaining. I had no idea what to do with that. What would even make me comfortable in Spencer Reid's apartment? I took a seat on his sofa and just sat with my hands resting in my lap. Really not even sure where I should look without feeling like I was invading his privacy. Even though I wanted to. I think it was morbid curiosity, looking for clues on who this man might actually be outside of the BAU. What I really wanted to do was stand up and walk around, soaking in every bit if this place as if it would help me decipher our messy relationship.

He returned to the living room a few moments later, two mismatched mugs in his hands. He places one in front of me on the coffee table. I pick it up and take a sip. It's lemon and ginger, how did he know what kind of tea I liked? I held the mug in my hands inhaling the steam in an effort to relax. When I look up he's watching me, arms folded across his chest.

"So, how does this thing work. What's the game plan?" I honestly have no real idea. This evening really got away from me, I was still expecting to snap out of it and wake up in my bed at any moment.

"Well I can't say I've ever been in a Sandra Bullock movie before either so this is uncharted territory for me too" I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension. Even a little. I can see him crack a small smile but hides it almost instantly, his face hardening again.

"My sister, Margot, she's getting married in like 4 months." I can feel myself tense and I shake out my shoulders, I have to remind myself that he's agreed to this already, "Fuck it, I'm just going to be honest with you. My Mom's mostly freaked out that I'm too attached to this job and that I'll just never find someone again." I shouldn't have said again, fuck. I hope he didn't pick up on that. Who am I kidding. "Even though, I'm not sure I care if I do or don't?" he doesn't say anything, like he's waiting for me to continue. I know I've shared a little too much already but I keep going.

"Margot's 2 years younger than me, I introduced her to her fiancé Philip, we met in college, he's a sweetheart. But since they've gotten engaged Mom's gotten exponentially weirder. I think she's convinced I'm fully going to die alone, as if that would be the worst thing that could ever happen? Anyway, she's been trying to auction me off to all these guys, using this wedding as an excuse. I'm not sure how much of that phone call you actually heard earlier but Mom was trying to sell me on this guy, David, and I just… snapped." I look up at Spencer and he unfolds his arms, leaning in ever so slightly coaxing the story out of me.

"David, he uh, he worked for my father for a while back in high school, filing documents and stuff, busy work mostly. He used to make out with me when he was at our house after school, but then he'd ignore me in the halls the next morning. I know it's because I was a pariah back then or something but I didn't want to think about it today and I just got worked up. I shouldn't have let on that you were my date, I was just going to ask if I could bring Garcia or something, and I'm sorry." I cover my face in my hands, "I'm insane, you can back out if you want to."

I can hear him move from his spot on the opposite side of the sofa, he takes my wrists and gently pulls my hands from my face. He looks into my eyes, "I'm in this now Y/N, what do you need me to do?" he asks, and there's a genuine earnest in his voice that I think I've only ever heard a handful of times. And it's never been directed at me.

"Okay, well we've got a few months before you ha–, wait, fuck!" I throw my head back, there's already a complication, "shit" I curse under my breath. His eyebrows knit together, sitting upright.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I forgot about my Mom's 50th, it's next month. They've got this whole huge party planned back home in upstate New York. I've gotta go and they'll probably want to meet you, or they're gonna have a load of questions for me at least. I can try and get you out of it I'm sure"

He gets that cocky look again, he shakes his head "I don't know, I've always liked a bit of competition" he reclines back into his corner of the sofa, taking a satisfied sip from his own mug before speaking again. "You know, if I've got to learn enough to pass as your boyfriend in a month, surely that means you've got to learn enough to pass as my girlfriend within the month, no?"

Oh god. What have I done, why didn't I think this far ahead. "I mean, yeah I guess you're right." I had to remember he was doing me a favor. I had to get over myself. "Okay, if you're sure you're up for that?" I ask, and he nods, and I think he looks excited, or maybe he just finds the whole situation funny.

"If anyone's up for the competition it's you" he says, and I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a dig but I nod in agreement.

He takes another sip of his tea, collected and relaxed. I can't help but notice how at ease he is when he's in his own surroundings. I'm so used to seeing him sitting at a desk surrounded by paperwork, or combing through file after file in the make-shift office in a small-town police station, usually flustered or anxious, or antagonizing me whenever he wasn’t. This was a different Spencer. Completely in control, at ease.

"Alright, shall we get started then, we can't really afford to waste any time can we?" he was actually sort of right, so I nodded. It was only now occurring to me that I'd have to share parts of my personal life with him if I wanted this plan to work. We already knew the basics about each other, I'd read his file when I started at the BAU, I'd read everyones. And I feel like it was safe to presume he'd done the same.

His eyes bore directly into mine as he leaned forward, I think he was enjoying how uncomfortable I must've looked.

"How about I ask you some rapid-fire questions and you have to answer 'em?" he asks, and it's as good of a plan as any, and I can't think of any other suggestions, so I nod.

"Okay, shoot." I say, unsure and nervous, so I brace myself. I'm just grateful that he's making my life easier rather than harder for what feels like the first time since I met him.

I really should've known better.

He leans in, "So Y/N, first question, when did you lose your virginity?"

I almost choke on the mouthful of tea I just took, that can't be what he just asked, and he looks like he's savoring my shocked expression.

"I uh, I don't think you need to know that?" is all I can get out.

"Really? You think that's something your boyfriend wouldn't know about you?" he's right, but I didn't want to admit it outright.

"I feel like I sort of already hinted. It was that same guy David, I was 18, he was 19. We had sex on the couch while my parents went out one evening. I kept my bra on the whole time, he came, I didn't. It was all very standard stuff." I wasn't sure what compelled me to add that last part. I think I was giving in to the open honestly thing. "So what about you Doc?" I challenged.

He didn't seem embarrassed, or even shy. "I must've bloomed little later than you" he admits with a soft chuckle, "Vivian Stewart, I was 21, she was too. It was the last semester of my last PhD and I figured I must be missing out on something. And I sure was" he smirks to himself. "I came, she did too, 3 times. I did a lot of research ahead of time" he mirrored my story and I rolled my eyes. It was hard not to feel a little impressed but I tried with everything I had to stifle it so he couldn't tell. I wish it didn't make me feel something but it did. I gulp down the mouthful of tea that's been sitting in my throat.

I have to shake myself back to reality. I can't give him the satisfaction of throwing me. "My turn." I command, "When was your last relationship Dr. Reid?" I ask, "I mean like, serious one, not like hook-up" I clarify before he can ask. He thinks on it for a moment.

"I'm not sure what you classify as fully serious, but I guess it was this girl, Rebecca, we dated for a while when I first joined the BAU but it didn't work out. What about you?" he flips it back.

"So that was what, like 6-ish years ago?" I ask, he just nods.

"Mine was like 3 years ago now I think. I met this guy Nathan on my first week of college, we dated for like 4 years. He moved here for me when I got accepted by the BAU." I had to stop myself from delving into the detail. It was a long time ago now but it still hurt. "Long story short, the hours were demanding and they got in the way more than I would've liked. We ended up splitting a couple months after I got the job." I tried to play it off like it wasn't one of the more devastating things to happen in my life. But something told me he’d registered that, so he didn't push.

His energy picks up and he looks at me with a grin, but there's something a little sinister behind it. "I've got a more fun question for you." he leans in closer to me, "Y/N, when was the last time you got laid?" I just looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I can go first if you really need me to?" his voice didn't waver,

"Fuck you Reid, I know when it was!" I snapped back at him. I did have to think back a little farther than I'd like to pull up the memory.

"Met this guy in a bar when I was out with Pen one night, we went back to his place and hooked up." I say as deadpan as I can make it.

"Well that's not very exciting is it?" he jokes, "Did you at least cum that time?" I know he's just trying to rile me up, but I answer anyway.

"As a matter of fact I did" I earn back a little of my confidence.

"I'm so happy for you, but you did manage to avoid my initial question" fuck "when was this exciting night of yours Y/N?" he probes, like I really, really wished he wouldn't. I could lie, but I'm sure he'd be able to tell. I cringe before I can say it.

"About 8 months ago" I mutter, just low enough for him to hear.

"Sorry, did you just say 8 months ago?" He nearly shouts in disbelief, he seems to find it funny.

"Hey fuck you Spencer!" I go on the defensive, "When was the last time you even got laid?"

"Like two and half weeks ago" he says, confident, and still laughing, "Wait wait, when was the last time you got yourself off? I know you're not waiting 8 months!" he giggles and I think I could kill him. I know I kept giving him outs but was it too late for me to just get up and leave?

"I'm not doing this with you if you're just gonna make fun of me Reid, I get enough of that at work" I get out, my voice is serious but I'm trying to hide how awkward all of this is making me feel, and I don't know that I'm doing a very good job.

I can tell that's gotten to him, he relaxes and eases up on the giggling. "Look okay wait Y/N. I'll stop, I'm not actually trying to make fun of you. I was being serious, I think stuff like this is important if we're gonna have to be comfortable around each other enough to seem like a real couple. Plus, it'll just help break the ice?" he shrugs. "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I soften, because I agree, even thought I hate that he's right. "Fine" I collect my thoughts, "2 nights ago I'm pretty sure." I regret it almost instantly, but breaking the ice is supposed to feel awkward.

"Same here actually," he chuckles, "what'd you do?" I'm so startled by the question I almost forget how to answer.

"I, uh, my, my vibrator? I just felt like uh, I watched some..." I still can't force out a whole sentence. It's not like I was always awkward about sex or anything, I could talk to Garcia, or honestly probably any of the other team members about it. But with Spencer it didn't feel as comfortable. He still sat calmly, smiling just a little.

"Same here, 2 nights back, but with my hands I guess. I wonder if we were doing it at the same time?" he mutters the last part gently and my head goes a bit fuzzy. My eyes drift away from his face and settle on his hands, the mug he's holding looks so tiny with his fingers wrapped around it, I wondered how they'd look wrapped around my-

"Okay I think that's enough for one night, don't you think?" I jump up off the sofa and turn, mostly so that he doesn't catch the blush thats creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. And because I don't know what I'll say, or regret saying, if this conversations continues on its current trajectory.

"Sure," he says, standing up next to me, and I want to move further away instantly, "you're probably right, and it's getting a little late now anyway" he glances at his watch. Ushering me back towards his front door and opening it up. Before I can walk out he lightly touches my shoulder to turn me back to face him, and I wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from every part of me.

"So are you free next Friday after work?" he asks, and I'm so flustered I almost forget why, I just nod. "Perfect, how about we come here again and we can dive into preparing? You could also make a start on getting these onto a hard drive?" he gestures to the antique looking hardbacks adorning the shelves.

'Sounds great!" I perk up, feigning enthusiasm, "See you then!"

"Well, see you Monday morning actually Y/N" he smirks as I walk out the door. Fuck, he was right.

I really hadn't thought this through.

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The weekend was a bit of a blur. I decided to try and put some useful information into a document for Spencer. It felt strange to try and condense my life into as few pages as possible. I knew Reid had an eidetic memory, and nothing would necessarily overwhelm him. But I also knew that he was someone that the team relied on to fill in a lot of the gaps in the rest of the our knowledge. So I felt bad about dumping a load of information on him, especially considering it was a favor he was doing for me.

I'd complied the majority of my life into a 15 page document and printed it out. Hopefully that would address most of what my family could guerrilla attack him with. There was also something unsettling about the imbalance. I was going to give him so many of the intricate details of my life in a little file, whereas all I really knew about Spencer was what I'd taken it upon myself to learn about him throughout the past few years.

I'd read all of his work while I was in college, given how he was the gold standard of getting into the BAU at a young age, I wanted to know who this guy was. I think I'd pictured something different. And I couldn't deny there was something enticing about finally getting to know him after all of these years of working together. Maybe this could actually be fun, or interesting at least.

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I arrived early on Monday morning. I thought I was first into the office as usual but Garcia was sitting in my desk chair waiting for me. The second she saw me walk in she tensed, she must've known we were the only people in this early.

"What happened! You've been avoiding me all weekend?" she asked, and she was right. I'd drafted enough texts to her, trying to explain what the plan was, mostly without wanting to admit that she was right. Maybe I was stubborn.

"Alright okay, I drove Reid home." I admitted, dropping my bag by my desk. She rolls her eyes at me, dramatic as always.

"Well I knew that already Y/N damn! What happened next?"

"Fine, we went into his apartment and talked for a while. Trying to sort out the details, get a handle on things I guess?" I said, unsure of how much I should actually give away about our conversation.

"What things!?" She shouts, standing up from my desk,

"I don't know Pen, like logistics and stuff, I still haven't decided how I feel about that little stunt you pulled on Friday night!" I let my frustration get the better of me, and maybe that's why I haven't talked to her. It could also be because I know she's able to read me like a book and I'm not even sure how I feel about this whole situation.

"I call bullshit." She counters, "I know you were relived as hell when I sorted that whole thing out. You would've had anxiety tummy all weekend if I hadn't called Spencer!" I just go silent, she was right. I'd gotten so caught up in the whole, 'how to have a fake boyfriend' that I'd almost forgotten about how stressed I was about Spencer hearing my call in the first place.

"Okay, shit" I sigh. "Maybe you were right Pen. We're actually meeting up again this Friday after work to make a plan for the next while, so I guess that's progress?" I shrug, trying to play it off like this whole situation doesn't make my stomach flip.

"Ohhhhh! So like a date?" She probes, her enthusiasm rising drastically.

"Oh my God Pen no! Like an appointment at best" I diffuse the situation

"Ugh that's no fun" she says, not even trying to disguise her disappointment.

As if on cue Dr. Reid walks through the double doors into the bullpen. Both Garcia and I wave, overall awkwardly, but making an attempt pretend like things were completely normal and like nothing had changed since the last time we were all in the office together.

Penelope heads to her office as the bullpen starts to fill up quickly. Less than an hour later though Garcia's back at my desk and there's a new case that needs the teams attention in Boston. I follow her into the conference room and wait for the rest of the team to join. Spencer follows a moment later with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. I can see my mug in his hand and my automatic response is that he's messing with me. But he places my mug in front of me in the circular table before taking the seat next to me, listening to Garcia's briefing. I don't know if he's ever sat next to me in this conference room, at least not by choice.

I barely had any time to finish my coffee before I have to say goodbye to Garcia and hop on the jet to Boston.

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The case was grueling. More so than usual. It was wrapped up late on Thursday night and the team decided to fly back home first thing on Friday morning. I was exhausted. Even if there was enough time to get sleep each night it wasn't like I got any. Whenever a case got on top of me like this it made it hard to rest, or get it off my mind at all until it was wrapped up. So even though it was over, that didn't mean I wasn't exhausted.

Hotch gave the team the rest of the day off, given that we have until submit our paperwork by Monday. I wasn't sure if Spencer's invitation from the following week still stood. I didn't want to ask, partly because I was so tired, but also because I was scared. I wasn't about to show up at his house in an effort to have a heart to heart, or hand him a condensed version of my life story on a manilla envelope if he was as drained as I was.

Standing by my desk I packed up everything I'd need to get my paperwork done over the weekend, I was just about finished when Spencer snuck up behind me, perching himself on the edge of my desk. "So, you almost ready to go?" he asks, like it's the most obvious question in the world. I couldn't really hide my surprise.

"Oh yeah. That's fine, I mean, if you're still cool with that?" I ask, and I hate how flustered I sound, like he makes me nervous.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He chuckles, standing up straight.

"Cool, gimme a sec and I'll be good to go."

I pack up the rest of my stuff quickly and we make our way out. There's something that feels a little eerie about the two of us being in an elevator together alone again. It was a different kind of awkward to how it felt a week before hand. It almost felt like a kind of tension rather than a hatred or a rivalry. Either way we rode down in silence.

Once we got to the basement Spencer walks out of the elevator and walks straight to my car without having to ask. I unlock it and he hops into the passenger seat. Like this is a natural interaction. Something we do all the time. And I don't hate it as much as I thought I would.

"So," he says, buckling up his seat belt and breaking the silence, "do you know how to get to my place from here or do you need directions again?"

"Well I've got to turn on the engine first" I tease, hoping he picks up on the reference to our last car ride, he chuckles like he does.

"Are you hungry?" he asks

"Starving."

The delivery guy get's to Spencer's apartment at almost the same time we do.

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Once the food's been demolished the two of us finally sit on his sofa, the same sides as the week before. "So, shall we get back into this?" He asks, sitting forward slightly to pull a notebook out of his satchel on the floor. It's small and lavender, and it's got a pen clipped into the spine. He cracks it open and flips to a specific page.

"Sorry, what's that?" I ask, pointing to the book, he looks confused,

"They're my notes?" he says, like it should be obvious

"Your notes?" I ask,

"My notes on you." he smirks, again like I'm silly for even asking.

He had notes on me? He had a whole notebook on me? What was even in that thing?

"You've got notes on me?" I ask, my hands reaching out to grab it, but he retreats faster than I can catch him. "What have you got in there that's so serious?"

"Nothing." and his tone's a bit too stern and I don't really want to push it when he's being so uncharacteristically nice to me.

"I've actually got this ready for you" I pull the file out of my own bag and toss it to him. "I'm not sure exactly what you need to know but that should be the majority of it at least."

He opens it up and glances over the the pages. It takes him all of 2 minutes to get through the whole thing. It feels unsettling that he's taking in a boiled down version of my life while I'm just sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. Trying to avoid the attention I pipe up.

"Um, hey, maybe it would be a good time for you to show me where to make a start digitizing your books over here?" I stand up and make my way to the shelf. He jumps up off the sofa and walks toward me, visibly excited.

"That's actually a great idea, I thought that the theses from my degrees could be a good place to start, since I'm pretty sure they're not backed up anywhere." he guides me to a section of the book case by the window. There's a series of leather bound hardbacks, the same gold font embossed on the spines. I recognize all of them, pulling out the first one.

"This is my favorite" I say without thinking about it and he does a double take, clearly thrown.

"You've, uh, you read my work?" he asks, completely puzzled. I'm sort of proud that I've managed to make him this awkward, and I nod.

"Mmhm, back before I joined the BAU actually. Before I really knew you" I regret saying the last part, it comes out a little meaner than I really wanted it to so I back track. "Spencer, I read all of your work while I was in college, you were like the gold standard. I don't think I slept more than 2 hours a night throughout my PHD because I was just trying to get as much done as you." and his face softens at the admission. But it takes him a moment before he responds. Leaving the two of us in silence a little too long.

"I had no idea" is all he says.

"I think this one was best" I say propping up the one in my hand, "you get a bit cockier as you move on” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "but I'll start with all of these I guess" I grab the matching books and stack them in my arms. Walking over to his desk and setting up. Glancing at the clock it was only 7pm so I decided to just make a start.

Spencer didn't contest. Letting me just get settled at his desk, I pull out my laptop and begin work on transcribing the first volume. After a few minutes he silently places a cup of tea down beside me and goes to sit on the sofa. The time rolls in quickly after that, each time I look up at Spencer he's carefully combing through the file I'd given him. Re-reading it and making little markings in his lavender notebook. I'm not really sure what I put in there that was worth making a note on but clearly he was reading between the lines on some things. That little notebook was like a profile of me.

When he seemed like he'd finished writing he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it aimlessly like I'd never seen him do before. It made him look so normal. His eyebrows knit together as he's looking at something on his screen and he stands up. Making his way over to me at the desk and shows me what he was looking at.

"Who's this?" he asks, "This guy you're with?"

I recognize the photo instantly. It's from a few years earlier, Nathan and I on the beach, my head resting on his chest. He'd taken it while we were on vacation celebrating our anniversary. That was about a month before I got into the BAU, I had no idea that was going to be our last anniversary. I gulp down the emotions that it stirs. I'm mostly over the whole thing by now, but looking at old photos like that, photos of happier times, it can still sting.

"That's uh, the boyfriend I was telling you about last week. Nathan, we broke up not long after I joined the BAU?" he nods, but he's smart, and I kind of figure he already knew that.

"Ah alright" he takes out the hardback and jots another note down. Maybe he's trying to get a read on me.

"What are you doing?" I gesture to the phone,

"It's research, do you not think that if you and I were really dating that stalking your social media profiles would be on my agenda?" he's smug, and he's right. But I guess I just didn't expect it from him.

"Well that's not really fair now is it? I can't reciprocate, you've got no social media presence whatsoever!" he finds that funny, letting out a deep chuckle and tucking his phone away in his back pocket.

"Maybe so, but that imbalance is hardly my fault. Besides, you've read all my dissertations apparently..."

"Bastard" I joke, slamming my laptop shut and throwing a pen from his desk at him so that it lightly bounces off the top of his head.

"Hey, there's no need for violence Y/N!" he rubs the spot beneath his curls, "Maybe it's time you took a break actually?" he says, sitting himself back down on the sofa.

I was reluctant to admit it but he was right. My eyes were starting to go a little fuzzy after looking at the screen for so long. I stand up and stretch my arms out above my head, feeling my spine stretch out after sitting for so long, letting out a low groan. Spencer waves me over to the sofa and I join him.

"How about we go back to basics?" Spencer asks with a small grin, and I can't help but let out a long sigh.

"I thought I was taking a break, no more questions" he just laughs at me,

"Relax, you're not that interesting, it's just a simple question." he states, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to find it funny or offensive

"Ugh, fine, shoot"

"Well, actually it's two questions" he corrects, "what's your favorite movie, and what's your favorite snack?"

I'm confused mostly by the fact that it actually is a simple question, I was expecting something a lot more contentious, but also because he looks eager to know the answer.

"I'm not really sure what my favorite movie is to be honest, one of them is Night of the Living Dead?"

He nods to himself, and jots it down in the notebook again, "Alright, I can make that work" he stands up off the sofa before turning back to me, "and snack?"

"Peanut butter cups I guess?" I respond and he grins ear to ear, which is a completely new sight, and I like it way more than I thought I would.

"Perfect, gimme 2 minutes!" he leaves the living room and wanders towards the kitchen.

Spencer returns a few minutes later with a DVD, a packet of peanut butter cups , and a thick knitted blanket gathered in his arms. He drapes the blanket over me and gently places the peanut butter cups on top of it before popping the DVD into the player and sitting down beside me. I'm not really sure how to process any of the situation. Am I about to watch a movie on Spencer Reid's sofa? Sitting next to Spencer Reid?

"I... I, uh, thought you were just asking for your notes?" I ask, pointing at the notebook resting in his lap. He picks it up and throws it onto the coffee table.

"Sometimes I find experience is the best teacher, don't you?" he asks before pressing play, “And besides, it should keep you quiet for a whole 96 minutes” of course.

I can only nod in agreement, I'm not really sure what I'll say if I try to speak. I get myself cosy under the warm blanket and we watch the movie in near silence.

Once the credits roll Spencer finally speaks up, "I actually went to see a screening of this last month downtown, there was this little old horror movie fest-" I cut him off without really realizing, I'm just strangely excited that we've genuinely got something in common.

"Holy shit, I was there!" I say, more enthusiastic than the situation calls for.

He laughs at my excitement, "Well, I guess we have more overlap than I thought, that should probably help with the whole charade." he stretches his arms up over his head and let's out a small, gentle yawn. I'd been enjoying myself more than I thought I would, or would ever tell Spencer, that I'd almost forgotten that we'd both been on a case for almost every waking moment of the past week. I really should feel a lot more drained than I do.

I was just after midnight when I suggested that I head back home. I offered to take some of the books home to work on throughout the weekend but Spencer insisted that I just work on them whenever I came over again. I sort of felt like I should thank him for the evening when I was on my way out the door, or give him a quick hug, no that felt wrong. In the end all I could really muster was a lousy, "goodnight" and a meek wave on my way out the door before I drove home. And couldn't get to sleep.

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azusawrites · 2 years

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Hello BINGO buddy! @guardiansofheroes here to ask you some questions about the oc your currently obsessed with!

1.) Who are they and what fandom are they from?

2.) Whose your ocs worst enemy?

3.) Does your oc have a love interest? If so who are they?

4.) Whose your oc's best friend?

5.) What's the hardest thing your oc has had or currently dealing with?

Hello! Nice to meet you! And thank you for the ask! ❤️

I'll go with Chiemi for this since I haven't talked her about her as much!

1. Chiemi is my OC for the Tokyo Revengers fandom, a very bubbly and energetic girl who loves all cute things, fashion and being spoiled by other people. She's Baji's childhood friend in the series, having met him while he was in the hospital where her father works and had been clinging to him ever since then. She's not really involved in all the gang wars doing on, but is quite concerned for how everybody in Toman tends to get hurt a lot because of them.

2. Hm, it probably would have to be Kisaki since he's the one who orchestrated Baji's death and who, in one timeline, kills her love interest, so she's very adverse to him in general finding him creepy and despicable for all the acts he pulls during the series.

3. She does! It's Chifuyu, Baji's subordinate and biggest follower, though she's quite unaware of her own feelings at first. Chiemi has had a history of quick and shallow crushes so when she starts to find Chifuyu attractive she merely dismisses it as part of that long line of love affairs that lead nowhere. Except that this time it's reciprocated and after they begin dating they're one of those couples who go from high school sweethearts to happily married. They're also very sickly sweet to each other which means that for the most part, nobody wants to see them together in the same room, haha!

4. It would have to be her girl group, made out of Emma, Hinata and a friend's OC! She's especially close to Emma since they knew each other since they were children and have many things in common, loving to go shopping and talk about boys, and is why she takes her eventual fate very, very hard.

5. Probably the death of several people that she loves and cares about dearly, especially her childhood friends. It was so severe that it caused her to cut contact with her friend group and boyfriend for a while due to finding it difficult to be in that environment anymore. Currently, in one timeline, she's going through a particularly difficult divorce with her now husband which she finds emotionally draining in the extreme.

#azusachats #chiemi tomoe

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lesbiansanemi · 2 years

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Hey, this might be an odd request, but could you just like... ramble about queerplatonicness? Like. What it means to you (if you're comfy w/ that), how you experience and interpret it (again, comfiness), how one could come to realize they're in a QPR or want one, etc.

I definitely personally prefer Queerplatonic relationships over romantic or sexual ones, but like. I don't really know how to differentiate QPRs from friendship?? I'd just like some insight to maybe help formulate things better in my head and to write since everything is so romance based. Perfectly alright if this is too personal and you delete the ask, have a good day regardless!

Ahh! It's no trouble at all. I'm never gonna mind people asking about this kind of thing, I'm more than happy to share my experiences.

So I'm asexual and somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, so my relationship with attraction has always been... different and confusing. I remember the first time I got invited to a sleepover (mostly out of pity of the parents, ngl lmao) when I was about ten, and the girls all decided to play truth or dare and they asked me who I had a crush on, refused to believe me when I said I didn't have one, and pressed and pressed until I got freaked out and started crying and my mom had to pick me up. So I uh... I definitely always knew I was pretty different regarding that kind of thing, even if I never knew why for the longest time. I learned what asexuality was at fifteen and that clicked immediately, and then realized I was somewhere on the aromantic spectrum about... two years ago or so? But way way before that, I knew I never wanted to get married, I never wanted to have sex, I just never wanted... that. Even as a very young kid.

So when I eventually learned what queerplatonic relationships were, I became very interested in them, because they always made sense to me. My friends were always the most important people in my life, and I can say with a lot of confidence that that isn't ever going to change, but there is a bit of a difference between my standard friendships, and relationships I consider queerplatonic.

I have two relationships that are considered queerplatonic. To anyone outside of my immediate group of friends, I refer to these two people as my best friend, and my partner, just because I don't have the energy to explain this kind of thing to every coworker who inquires about my personal life and that kinda thing. But both of these people are very important to me.

I met my best friend when she moved to my high school our senior year, and we clicked immediately. A lot of people assumed we were secretly dating or would start dating soon (including my family, which led to some... ah... fun scenarios). She also had a long time boyfriend when we met (they actually recently just got married! I was the minister at their wedding), so a good chunk of people also assumed it was a poly relationship, or that she was cheating on him with me, unfortunately (all three of us think it's funny though and definitely feed into it at times, it doesn't bother any of us). She's one of the very few people that I'm touchy with (not that you can't be touchy with people based entirely on platonic feelings, but I generally am pretty touch-repulsed unless it's by very specific people). We cuddle, hold hands, give each other kisses (though not on the mouth), sleep together. We tell people we're in love and literally call each other soulmates. I've lived with her and her husband before, and we've recently talked about me moving closer to them again. We plan our lives together, because we want to always be involved as closely as possible in each other's lives. She is probably the most important person in my life, but we are not romantic. We've never felt that way about each other, but we definitely feel a bond stronger than purely "platonic."

The other person I have a queerplatonic relationship with is my partner. We met a little over a year ago, and clicked very quickly as well. Our relationship is much closer to romantic than platonic, and I could see this one eventually changing to be a purely romantic relationship. I feel different about them than I do about my friends, and even the best friend I talked about above, but because of my asexuality and aromanticism, I don't feel like I feel the same about her as an allo person would feel in this situation. Just like with my best friend, we cuddle, hold hands, etc etc. We've planned a lot of things together, but because we're more "explicitly romantic" people see that as more "normal" and don't ever question it. But to me, it still feels queerplatonic.

So for me, a queerplatonic relationship is a relationship born of what starts out as friendship or romance, but just feels different, in one way or another. We plan our lives together, but things like marriage? Nope, not for us. Honestly, I think a relationship is whatever the people involved in it decide. You say it's romantic even if you don't do traditional romance things? Then it's romantic. You say it's platonic even if you do things that would normally constitute romance? Then it's platonic. The same is true for queerplatonic relationships. If you and the other person(s) want it to be queerplatonic and decide it is? Then guess what? It's queerplatonic.

These are just my personal feelings and experiences with it though. I don't think anyone's is exactly the same, and that's perfectly alright! Relationships are messy, and it never does well to shove them into perfectly neat little squares where "XYZ action means you're in an XYZ type of relationship."

Anyways, I really hope this helps, and if you ever have any more questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them :D

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crazy-loca-blog · 3 years

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Meet My OC: Oliver Valentine

A/N: Of course I was going to use my OC card in the @openheartfanfics "Meet My MC" event to introduce him! If you thought Ethan was a protective husband, then you don't know Oliver Valentine, Casey's "evil" twin. Once again, I used the base template by @jamespotterthefirst. and I added some extra items to it.

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Oliver’s Bio

Full Name: Oliver Sean Valentine

Face Claim: Adrian Grenier

Nicknames: None

Birthday: December 3

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Love Interest(s): None at the moment, even though Casey insists that he should rekindle his relationship with his high school sweetheart, Emma.

Kids: None (yet)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'9"

Hometown: Abingdon, Virginia

Education: Lawyer / Duke University

Occupation: Freelance lawyer

Family: Maggie and Tom Valentine (parents, dead), Marie Smith (grandmother, dead), Casey Valentine (twin sister, alive)

Personal motto: “Every person deserves to be respected”

Background: Oliver and Casey grew up surrounded by love in a middle class family. His parents, Tom and Maggie, had been high school sweethearts and had been happily married for two years when the twins were born. After his parents died in a car accident, his grandma Marie took care of them for 20 years, until she passed away. He ows his popularity at high school not only to his good looks, but also to his sense of justice when it came to defend his peers, something he learned from his parents at a very young age.

Personality traits: Being raised together means that Oliver and Casey have a lot in common when it comes to their personalities. He is a noble guy who can't stand injustice. Since he was a kid he defended the weak and fiercely protected his sister. But whenever Casey avoids a conflict, he faces it. He is a very straight forward person, and he won't shut up if he has something to say. He has no filter when he is mad. This attitude causes that some people may not like him, but he couldn't care less about it. With Oliver, what you see is what you get.

On the relationship with his sister: The fact that they are twins made them have an unique bond. The fact that they lost their parents as such a young age only made that bond stronger. Casey is his best friend, and the only person in the world he knows he can openly talk about literally everything. She is also his biggest cheerleader, and the only one who had faith in him when he applied to law school. At first, he hated the idea of Casey leaving to Boston by herself. Now, he loves to see her being as happy as she deserves, even if that means sharing his sister with Ethan (lol). He truly aspires to have something like what she has in the future.

On his love life: Oliver is openly bisexual, and he has experienced with both men and women. However, when it comes to a serious relationship, he may be inclined to prefer girls, as his personal experiences have made him believe that girls tend to take commitment more seriously than guys. He won't admit it, but Casey knows his soulmate is Emma, his high school sweetheart. The only reason they broke up was because they were going to different universities and didn’t feel like having a long distance relationship after they graduated. But they've always remained friends, and they've kind of rekindled their romance in the past. Now they're both single and back in town. Time will tell.

On his parents accident: Their parents' accident hit Oliver and Casey differently. While Casey focused on healing (one of the reasons that led her to become a doctor), Oliver just wanted to have answers. That's why he went to law school. Despite living in a small town, he has always had this idea that "the Valentines' case" is kind of a taboo among older residents. People remember it, but no one talks about it. The fact that the case was closed because of lack of evidence (it was always said the responsible escaped and that they were never found, something that doesn't make sense at all, given the fact that the car crash was severe enough to kill his parents) doesn't help either. He feels the only way for him and Casey to find real peace is by finding out who did it. And he is determined to unveil the truth.

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10 Random Facts on Oliver

Oliver and Casey are one of those rare cases where one of the babies is born before midnight and the other one is born after midnight. So even though he legally was born one day before Casey, he's technically 10 minutes older than her (yes, their parents celebrated two birthdays on two different dates to keep them both happy).

He wasn't the most dedicated student, but he is incredibly smart. He was definitely one of those kids who didn't need to study a lot to get good grades.

Even though he knows Casey can defend herself, he may have helped her several times in high school without her noticing it. Even though Casey wasn’t at the bottom of the popularity list, the fact that Oliver was a popular kid may have helped her to be more respected by her peers.

He considers himself Casey's biggest fan, no matter what Ethan says. He has known her since she was literally an egg, and that's enough for him to win that discussion.

One of the reasons he became a lawyer is because he wanted to help all those people whose cases were closed with no answers. He knows how it feels because him and Casey have been trying to live with it, but he knows it’s hard sometimes. So he’d like for everyone to find the peace they deserve.

He likes writing and he is very talented. In fact, he may publish a novel someday. His grandma always thought that the biggest difference between him and Casey was how creative he was, so she always encouraged him to develop his artistic side.

After his parents' death, there was a time where he couldn’t express his emotions. Now, he has no problems telling how he feels (he'll always thank Emma for helping him overcome this), but he would never say ILY to another person without meaning it, he’s seen his sister going through hell because of some jerks, he wouldn’t forgive himself if he becomes one.

He loves kids and someday he'd like to have a bunch of them. But for now... damn! He can't wait for Casey and Ethan to come to their senses and to become parents so that he can become an uncle!

He has had a serious conversation with each and every one of Casey's boyfriends or potential boyfriends. The only conversation that ended up well was the one he had with Ethan. And nope, Casey doesn't know this conversation took place.

At first, Oliver didn't have the best opinion on Ethan. He thought he was an asshole and a coward for escaping to the Amazon and leaving his sister alone after all they had gone through (and yes, Oliver did tell Ethan this to his face during the chat mentioned above). His opinion only changed after he saw how much he cared about Casey during and after the incident (yes, he also told him this). Now he is sure that Ethan is the best thing that could have happened to his sister (and he made sure that Ethan knows it as well).

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