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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo
SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love.
PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers
WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense
WORD COUNT. 1.6k
requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3
- #6: “You’re not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just… Need to let me in, and let me show you you’re just as worthy of love as anyone else is.”
notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo ☹️☹️. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3
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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"
"Mhm?"
"...have you ever been in love?"
A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.
He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.
The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.
"I have."
You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"
The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.
"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.
You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.
"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them at a distance."
You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"
Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."
"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."
This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"
Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.
"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."
There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.
He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"
"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."
Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.
"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."
Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"
"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”
A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.
There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.
"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."
A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.
"I'm proud of you."
You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"
"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."
You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.
And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"
Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.
"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."
Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."
"You are?"
"I never stopped."
You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."
Wonwoo sucks in a breath.
"I'm in love with you."
You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.
"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."
You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.
Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.
"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."
Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."
"And you never... you never told me?"
"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."
You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.
You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.
"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"
Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.
The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.
"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."
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Hey dolly absolutely luv luv luv your writing and I was wondering if you could do a tangerine x nurse reader when tan lem and ladybug ends up at the readers and tans place and the reader is patching tan up… but the next day it’s the readers sister wedding reception and tan is like to ladybug right get ready because he doesn’t feel comfortable with leaving him alone in his house. But anyways so at the reception the reader finds out their sister is marrying someone that used to stalk them ( they were marrying the readers sister just to be closer to the reader ) and he says something to tan while drunk ( the reader and tan are already married ) and tan starts and lem is trying to calm tan down but then ladybug is on tans side, if this makes any sense so sorry
hii honey!! thank you! love it, thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
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BLAST FROM THE PAST.
tangerine x fem!reader — misc
lemon and ladybug have an appearance too YAY
word count. 1002
summary. readers sister is marrying someone from her past. someone who knew her better than she knew him. tangerine finds out and wants to do something about it
Weddings are supposed to be seen as these beautiful celebrations of love, an event made to showcase that same devotion between those individuals.
That is what you were hoping for your sister at her wedding today. The man she had been dating had been a mystery to you all, a complete unknown stranger to your family. Your sister shared small stories and encounters of her enigma of a man, and he sounded great - though you had no real evidence to back that up.
And despite your theories about the rushed engagement timeframe, you decided to keep a clear, open head - staying hopeful for your sister. He seemed to make her happy, and that's what matters most.
But when you finally catch a glimpse of her soon-to-be husband standing at the alter, holding your sister's hands - you knew you were right to have your suspicions.
You turn to look at Tangerine on your left and lean into his shoulder, reaching for his ear. "I know him," you whisper, talking discreetly.
"Yeah, he's your sister's fiancé," your husband replies, speaking in a hushed tone.
You softly tap his arm. "No, like I recognise him from somewhere. Wait til he turns around— now look, see? I swear I've seen him before."
"What are we talking about?" Lemon butts in from Tan's left, head craning round to look at you both.
"Now I feel left out," Ladybug interrupts, copying Lemon from the seat to your right - peering past you, the four of you forming a slight semi-circle. Ladybug dated your sister years ago, and they weirdly remained good friends - hence why he was here at this ceremony.
You sigh and look between the three guys. "I think I know the groom," you whisper, trying not to bring attention.
"Stalker," Lemon says simply, almost casually.
"What do you mean stalker?" Tangerine questions, words emphasised by narrowed eyes - clear distaste slapped across his face. "Never seen him before."
"You haven't? He followed her around," he nods to you. "Had a big thing for her, sent her things— he wouldn't leave her alone."
"Oh my god," you mumble as you bring your hands to cover your mouth, finally realising why he looks so familiar. "Oh my god."
"Why didn't you say anything before?" Tan snarks at his brother, punching him in the thigh. "Why would you not— oh, you prick."
"Don't fuckin' hit me," Lemon punches his brother back. "I thought you knew," he says, poking his head out to you.
"Guys, guys, guys," Ladybug chimes in, trying to stop the twins.
All discussions are paused when your sister and her now-husband walk back down the aisle, their arms interlinked as they smile and nod at their guests.
At the reception, all four of you are antsy. You were sipping on a drink to ease your nerves, Ladybug sat beside you doing the same - his leg bobbing, presumably from the nerves. The twins stood on high alert, arms folded and chins high as they scoped out the room - waiting for the right moment to speak to the groom.
"Please just sit down," you reach for your husband's forearm, trying to get him back into his seat. "It's my sister's wedding— please don't make a big fuss."
"We're just gonna talk to him, darlin'," Tangerine speaks to you over his shoulder. "Don't worry about it."
"Yeah, talk to him," Lemon repeats, emphasising the 'talk' like they would be doing the opposite.
The twins spot the right opportunity, your now-brother-in-law by himself at the bar. And before you have a second to say anything, they're already gone, making their way over - Ladybug joining them too. You watch them entrap him to the bar, Tangerine and Lemon on either side, Ladybug standing behind. All of them blocking him.
"Congratulations, mate," Tangerine speaks, extending a hand to the man - stance wide as if to intimidate him.
"Thanks," he shakes his hand. "You are?"
"Oh, glad you asked," Tangerine chuckles dryly. "See that darlin' sitting right there. The pretty one," he starts, gesturing to you at the booth table. "You see, I'm her husband."
The man freezes, his eyes darting between you and your menace of a spouse.
"That's his wife," Lemon reiterates, tapping the man on his shoulder - startling him when he notices it's not just Tangerine confronting him.
Tangerine pokes the groom's shoulder, hard pointed finger prodding. "And I know what you did," he sniffs, another intimidation tactic. "You stalked her, didn't ya?"
The man looks around the room, noticing all the guests surrounding them - his demeanour now growing confident, almost arrogant. "And what? You're going to hit me? Look around, tough guy," he utters, pushing on Tan's shoulder. "Going to punch a groom on his wedding day? What would your wife say about that? About hitting her sister's husband."
Tangerine looks over to you, your head softly shaking, silently telling him to leave it be.
"Come on, bruv," Lemon murmurs, gesturing for them to leave.
"You're lucky, mate," Tangerine snarks, restraining himself.
"Yeah?" the man chuckles weakly.
"Next time I see you, I swear to god," he grits.
"See you at the next family barbeque."
Ladybug and Lemon move swiftly to step in front of Tan, both of them already anticipating his reaction.
"Okay, okay," Ladybug interjects, distancing the groom away. "That was completely uncalled for, man."
Lemon places a firm hand on his brother's back, trying to push him away from the situation - almost wrestling him back to the seats.
"Thank you," you smile at your husband, placing a hand over his knee - trying to calm him down. "You contained yourself. I appreciate it."
He exhales, brushing a hand through his hair. "He was asking for it. When I see him next— I swear to fuck."
Ladybug makes his way back, face just as infuriated as the twins. "I was this close," he gestures with his thumb and index, showing a few centimetres gap. "This close."
this one tested my patience😭 was SO so close to giving up with it, and sorry if bit shit
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Long-time listener, first-time caller. Thanks for all my dopamine! :D
Thinking about when the whole Sheen/Tennant saga started, there was a moment during the ITV’s This Morning show broadcast in May 2019 that has never really left my mind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wP5fNffgE4&t=44s
Throughout the whole interview Michael seems to be openly flirting with David who responds with sheepish smiles. “I certainly love him, does he love me?” asks Michael looking into his eyes. “Oh, he wouldn’t possibly comment on that… that would be far too demonstrative for him” responds David stumbling over his words. He is not the laid-back David we are used to now. The whole dynamic seems new to him, he seems to be at the stage of getting used to the feral Sheen.
There is a moment (at 3:39 mark) when Michael turns to David and (after looking him up and down) in a low, suggestive voice says: “Now that I've had a TASTE of working with David, I only want to work with David”. There is a big stress on the word “taste”, he even says it a bit louder as if he wanted to make sure everyone heard him but also that no one missed the very obvious subtext of that entire sentence. He also looks right at David's lips when he says it. Ok, I know we are all well aware how Michael has always been, even before the "David era" – he does like his double entendres.
But.
Look closely at David’s reaction – his eyes get visibly bigger and there is a quick, deep inhale – you can see his entire chest moving (you can see it really well in slow motion) followed by a quick startled look to the side and exhaling through his lips close together. He genuinely looks flustered as if Michael was revealing something he shouldn’t be at this moment. I can almost hear him thinking “Oh god, I can’t believe he just said that”.
The show host perhaps notices David’s reaction as well because she cuts off Michael quickly asking another question. So quickly indeed that Michael didn’t even get to finish that sentence. On top of that, as soon as she starts asking her question (with Michael still talking!) David blurts out a panicky high-pitched “yeah!” as if desperately trying to quickly take away all the attention from what Michael had just said.
For me that was always one of the biggest reasons why I suspected something more might be going on between them. It is very, very subtle but for me that is exactly why it’s so powerful – David’s reaction.
Do you see what I see?
Did they just start something more back then in May 2019? Were they very close to doing so? Is it all just a “joke”?
Answers on the postcard, please. :)
You’re very welcome! 😁
Gosh this interview…
But does he love me…?
I think at the very least some crushes happened as early as BYT if not hooking up. David never hid that Michael has been on his mind ever since. Their stories about the days before BYT seem to change with time. It would make sense if GO just threw them back together and they were hit with those feelings again hence the intensity of them.
Or there was more. Way more than just crushes from the beginning. David did want to move to LA…
What we can be sure of is that Michael wanted to tell everyone how much he’s in love with David from the moment they got together at GO1. He had zero control of the way he was looking at David and talking about him. And that never changed. And David was so very careful because you can see he knew exactly what Michael was saying every time Michael slipped and nervously tried to fix it.
And to think that now, in 2024, David is full on feral not hiding anything, and Michael is talking about his queer struggles in the 80s, his first crush who was a man and how he processed it, and basically talking about David like they’re together and everyone knows.
Damn.
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A Flower to a Lilybug – ls.18
stepdad!Lance Stroll | more
word count: 1612
summary: The story of how Lance finally met Lily, or the story of how Lawrence became a flower before he became a grandpa.
Lily was just two years old when Lance met her mom, which meant that Lily wasn't really aware of all that was happening in her life.
She knew she had a mum and she knew, somewhere, she had a dad. Dad, however, was never around so she didn't really think much of him or his family, whom Lily had barely met. She also knew that mum had a mum and a dad who lived far away and she only saw once or twice a year and a few more times over the phone.
But that was pretty much all. For Lily, mum was her everything –and for the most part her only thing– for her whole short life.
That was until Lance came through.
Her mum and he had been talking for a whole year before she agreed to start calling their dates dates, but not before he met her daughter and she gave them their blessings.
Lance of course had accepted her pace, how could he not when he knew she was just protecting her daughter and herself after being betrayed by her last partner?
And because he knew how much she needed everything to be perfect, he tried extra hard to make everything perfect on that first day.
Maybe a little too hard.
He had spent long hours thinking about every single detail. He had even asked his father for help like he tended to do.
Maybe that is why he was so nervous when he first met Lily. The now three years old, in response, got also shy, probably sensing the grown-ups expectations.
“Hello Lily. I am Lance, mom’s friend. Mom has told me a lot about you and I wanted to meet you” he said while offering the girl his hand.
“Hi you!” she squealed before running back into the living room where she was playing with some dolls.
However, the dinner had gone more smoothly. At least at first. Lance had relaxed enough to make conversation with the little girl and Lily had quickly forgotten that she didn't know him when he started to ask her about the things she loved.
He had thought about gifting something to the little girl, but his father had told him to not buy the girl with expensive gifts. So instead he had learned to do paper dolls like Lily's mum had told him she loved to do.
Lily was so close to liking him when her mum started to breathe strangely.
“Peanuts” she screamed, grabbing her neck and making Lance run to where she always kept an EpiPen in her bag.
If he hadn't been so worried about the woman swelling up in his backseat, he would have probably been stressed about the crying little girl he had left with his father at home.
Because he loved his father, he truly loved the old men, but he could be scary and he knew he was bringing down his chances of winning the little girl’s heart by the second.
“Sorry, love. The bakery must have mix up the cakes. I don't know how that happened. I am so sorry. I told the man a thousand times to not put any nuts” Lance said again and again while he ran to the hospital.
The woman just laughed at the situation and when Lance looked at her through the rearview she was smiling. He didn't know then, but that was the first time someone had cared so much about her and her daughter.
And Lance didn't have anything to worry about, because back at home his father was doing all the hard work with Lily.
“So…” Lawrence said looking at the little girl who was sitting on the sofa eating ice cream “I heard you like doing paper dolls”
“Yeah” she answered, licking the spoon clean “And you?”
“Not my expertise, but I can see the charm in it”
Lily just looked up at him. When she had calmed down after the old man explained to her that her mom was fine but she needed a bandaid to be perfect, the girl had started to analyze the man.
Her mum had told her beforehand all about her friend and the get-together they were going to have that night, but she didn't expect any of that. Her mother had forgotten to tell her that after dessert they would run out and leave her alone at home with an unknown man.
Lily knew she was just a little girl, but wasn't that what her mother had told her not to do?
“You are weird, Flower” the girl finally said after deciding that she could trust the strange man with the funny name. If her mother trusted him enough to leave her in his care, who was she to not do it?
“Why is that?” Lawrence asked sitting beside her on the couch.
The girl just shrugged her shoulders. Her mother had taught her that it was wrong to say those things to people, especially older ones. The previous comment had slipped out of her mouth.
In her defense, Lily would say that Lance's dad was strange indeed. Lance too. Her mother's friend had sweaty hands and had dropped his spoon more times than she had. Plus, mom's friend's face turned red all the time. All the times her mom spoke at least.
But Lance's dad was even weirder. All his hair was white, all. Plus he was the oldest person Lily had ever seen, even older than Mom's friend from work who had just turned 40 recently and invited them to her party. The man was tall and was wearing a suit like on TV. Lily had never seen anyone on the streets of her town in Canada wearing one of those outfits beyond the movies.
Plus, Lance's dad had let her eat the ice cream straight out of the container to stop her from crying, which was weird, because her mom never let her do that. But she wasn't going to complain.
“And what is that Flower thing?” Lawrence asked finally.
“Your name, duh” Lily responded with the spoon still in her mouth.
See? Weird. The man had just said that was his name.
“My name is Lawrence” the man corrected.
“Florence,” she said back before making the connection “flower”.
The man laughed a deep laugh that reminded Lily of movie villains. And he looked like one. If he didn't have such a funny name, Lily probably would have been scared of him. “I am not a flower”
“You look like one” the girl responded, sure of her opinion.
“Why is that?” the man pressed, amused at the conversation.
“The white petals” she said pointing at his hair “Do you know how to braid?”
Lawrence laughed again. Lance had told him a lot about the woman he was meeting and had told him some things he was discovering about her daughter, but Lawrence did not expect the pleasant surprise that was meeting first the mother at a gala and then the girl, even if it was under those circumstances.
The mother was polite and affectionate with his son. Lawrence had been doubtful of her at first, as he always used to be when someone new came into their lifes. But at no time had she shown interest or asked for anything in exchange of her company like other used to do. If Lawrence was right, and he usually was, the only reason she was still with Lance was because she was really interested in his son.
And the girl. The girl had been a breath of fresh air.
It had been a long time since Lawrence last was around small children. His children were already grown and despite his insistence, his daughter had not yet made him a grandfather.
Even if the girl wasn't exactly Lance's, if everything went as his son expected that night, this wouldn't be the last time Lawrence would see the girl.
And, at that moment, he felt like it was in his power to help make everything happen that way, even if he himself had shown him his reluctance when he found out that the woman his son was with already had a daughter from a previous relationship.
“Yeah, I do. Do you want one braid?” he offered.
“No” she said still licking the empty spoon.
“Lance also knows how to braid. He is very good at it” lied the man. He didn't truly know why he was doing it but he guessed that he will need the extra help impressing the little girl after almost poisining her mom.
While waiting for her mom to come back, Lily decided the man wasn’t that bad anymore. And he was a flower after all. A flower who had ended up braiding her hair into smalls braids and had cut the paper dolls Lance had brought for her.
He was still a little weird and a little scary looking but he wasn't that bad.
And he was comfy. She had found that when she laid her braided head in his chest while playing with the dolls.
And! When her mom asks her tomorrow when she wakeds up on her own bed surrounded by all her plushies, she will say that the flower was a magician. Which was a pretty impressive story.
Even when she had swore she wasn't going to fall asleep until her mom came back, the flower had charm her into sleeping while rubbing her belly, like she did with her mom's friend's puppy.
She may not know a lot about old people or grandparents but the flower wasn't that bad himself. And maybe his son wasn't so bad either.
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I love the fact that before the trailer even dropped I said we were getting a Jane Austen’s Emma inspired season of Bridgerton and they straight up NAME DROPPED EMMA IN EPISODE 1!
I literally SCREAMED when Eloise said that that was what she was reading, and now that I’ve had more time to really think about it it makes her story arc/mannerisms in this season make a ton more sense. She’s always peaking around corners, asking Colin probing questions, and openly engaging in idle gossip about the situation between Penelope and Colin. And yes, the Whistledown of it all, I get that, but when you add in the fact that she’s reading Emma, a story about two life long friends/neighbors who fall in love, it makes her nosiness make ALL THE SENSE.
She NEVER noticed anything between Colin and Penelope before this season, she was always way more occupied in finding Whistledown or talking to Theo about women’s suffrage, etc etc. But she picks up a romance novel, and she almost immediately clocks into what’s going on between Colin and Penelope.
I can understand why she’s enjoyed Emma, especially after what happened between her and Pen because Emma is largely about platonic friendship. Yes, two friends(Knightley and Emma) fall in love at the end, but the majority of the novel is Emma trying to maintain her friendship with Harriet, who she absolutely cherishes. Emma, out of concern/a little selfishness, tries to set up Harriet with a well to do guy who lives in town so she can keep Harriet close to her, societally speaking. It fails miserably and Harriet gets hurt, which destroys Emma. She tries to set her up with Frank Churchill(oddly enough the guy everyone thought she’d end up dating) but Harriet falls for Knightley instead.
Knightley, Emma’s oldest friend/friend of the family(technically brother in law?), someone who she’s known since childhood, her closest neighbor, the guy she see’s nearly everyday, someone she never thought would ever marry because he’s always at her house and never talks or shows interest in any other women(but her which she’s oblivious too). Someone who always finds her and talks to her at every ball and every gathering, someone who’s opinion she values more then everyone else’s. And Harriet, her girl bestie, is in love with him, and oh god, what is this feeling? Why is watching Knightley and Harriet walk around and chat so painful?? Then Emma realizes, “oh shit, I’m in love with my best friend, I’m in love with Knightley”.
And when Knightley finally gets around to telling Emma how he feels, she’s not ecstatic or thrilled or happy, she’s UPSET because it means her bestie, Harriet, is about to be hurt by her actions AGAIN. The man she’s in love with tells her he loves her in a beautiful passionate speech, and all she can think about is “oh god what about Harriet??” Emma apolgizes and tries to fix things and Harriet finds a way to forgive her, and the weight of that forgiveness and having her friend back almost means more to her then getting to be with Knightley.
So, yeah, I can see how Eloise would connect with that novel. I can see how she’d open her eyes and notice the similarities between Knightley/Emma and Colin/Penelope, I can see how she’d enjoy the story of two girl besties fighting and figuring out a way to move forward and be friends again.
Anyway, that’s my rant. If you made it to the bottom of this long ass post then bless you!
#jane austen emma#Emma#we got our Emma season of Bridgerton and I’m so happy#I can’t wait for Eloise and Penelope to make up#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#netflix bridgerton#polin#bridgerton season three#colin x penelope#Knightley x Emma#romancing mister bridgerton#friends to lovers
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폭풍-storm
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stormy comfort
member: Hongjoong
pairing: fem!reader; 9thmember!reader x idol!hongjoong
type: imagine (fluff, angst)
warnings: none
word count: 562
a/n: this is just a cute little imagine I wrote quite quickly but I hope you'll like it! feel free to leave requests ^.^
here's my masterlist!
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The storm outside was relentless, lightning flashing across the sky, thunder booming in the distance. You tossed and turned in bed, unable to find peace amidst the chaos. Every crack of thunder seemed to echo through the empty halls of the dorm, making your heart race.
You glanced at the clock. It was 2 AM. The other members were sound asleep, oblivious to the storm outside. You sat up, clutching your blanket, trying to steady your breathing. But as another loud boom rattled the windows, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed comfort, and you knew exactly who to go to.
Quietly slipping out of bed, you tiptoed through the dark hallway until you reached Hongjoong's door. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb him, but another flash of lightning made the decision for you. You gently knocked on his door.
"Come in," came his groggy yet warm voice from the other side.
You opened the door slowly, peeking your head in. Hongjoong was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He looked at you with concern.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with sleep but full of care.
You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "I'm sorry to wake you, Hongjoong. It's just... the storm. I can't sleep. Can I stay here with you?"
He immediately shifted to one side of the bed, patting the space next to him. "Of course. Come here."
You didn't need any more encouragement. You climbed into bed beside him, feeling a sense of relief as you settled under the covers. Hongjoong's presence was comforting, and his warmth quickly began to chase away the fear that had gripped you.
"Thank you," you whispered, curling up next to him.
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm here."
The sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his arm around you started to calm your racing heart. The thunder seemed less intimidating with him by your side. Hongjoong gently stroked your hair, his touch soothing.
"Whenever there's a storm like this, I remember the times we had them back home," he murmured softly. "I used to be scared too. But then I found that listening to music or talking to someone helped."
You nodded, feeling the tension slowly leave your body. "Can you talk to me? Tell me about something nice."
Hongjoong smiled in the dim light. "Sure. Let's see... Remember the last time we went to the beach? How we all played in the water and laughed until our stomachs hurt? That was a good day."
You smiled at the memory, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Yeah, it was."
He continued to talk, sharing stories and memories, his voice a gentle lullaby. Gradually, the storm outside seemed to fade into the background, the flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder becoming distant.
"You know," he said softly, "whenever you need comfort, you can always come to me. I'll always be here for you."
You looked up at him, gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you, Hongjoong. That means a lot."
He gave you a reassuring squeeze. "Now, try to get some sleep. I'll be right here."
You nodded, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest. With his steady heartbeat and comforting presence, you finally began to drift off. The storm outside continued, but inside, you felt safe and secure in Hongjoong's arms.
And as you fell asleep, you knew that no matter what, you'd always have a place to find comfort – right there with him.
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#ateez#ateez atiny#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez imagines#atiny#ateez scenarios#ateez x reader#kim hongjoong#hongjoong#ateez hongjoong#ateez fluff#ateez angst#kpop imagines#imagine#fluff#comfort
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off topic but it's wild that the metal gear solid series introduced us to button mash survival torture segments and it didn't become more common of a mechanic in games. like yeah i get some people can't do that kinda thing. they knew that making metal gear solid. contextually it was dope that it was hard to outlast the torture. it made sense in the story and it was awesome
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I've seen some people mention that at the end cutscene of 2.2, while everyone else in the dreamscape looks to be waking up/seems dazed, Ratio looks composed????? Like this is a normal Tuesday and said people said "what if he's been awake from the Order dream for actually a while lol"
Thoughts, o Aeon of Reading Comprehension?
Knowing Ratio, yeah, he probably figured out he was in a dream pretty quickly, perhaps even as early as 2.2.
There are two things that confuse this though:
It doesn’t linearly become Ena’s dream, there’s no specific moment in time where everything is no longer reality. Rather, the entirety of Penacony is slowly falling into the dream, with people like the Trailblazer going in first because of their sensitivity to Memoria. Honestly the Ena’s dream thing is very confusing, but what I’m trying to say is that it’s difficult to pinpoint when exactly Ratio woke up, but we can make a few assumptions
We just don’t see shit from Ratio’s end like, at all. The amount of screentime he has versus his importance in the story is nuts, to the point where I think they are almost deliberately hiding what went down on his end. Like bro how did you figure out Dormancy, what happened 😭
However, even with these limitations I still have somewhat of an idea of what I think happened.
The Ratio we meet next to Aventurine and Topaz following our “defeat” of Sunday likely isn’t the real Dr. Ratio. Because well, look at him. And look at them for that matter 😭 “The IPC is going to leave Penacony alone” “I Veritas Ratio am working with the Genius Society” this seems more like wishful thinking on the Trailblazer’s end rather than something that could ever happen in reality, especially since in what universe would Ratio find the time to somehow convince and work with the Genius Society on a topic neither he nor they would care about.
Moreover, this scene is also meant to make the audience go “hmm, something’s up” so the twist that it was all a dream had more impact. However, in that scene, Himeko and Welt also comment on how weird their behavior is, which makes me wonder. Were Himeko and Welt (and by extension Dan Heng and March) also experiencing the same dream as TB, or are they also fake, and TB’s closer relationship with the other members of the Astral Express makes them more realistic in Ena’s dream, objecting to the IP3’s behavior in a way they would in reality?
Anyways, tangent over, the point is, that Ratio wasn’t real, so where is the real Ratio? I’d say he’s experiencing a perfect dream of his own, just like everyone else on Penacony.
Which is why he woke up so early. Sure, the memokeepers could have sensed he was useful and woke him up so he could help wake others up, something which we can assume he’s doing based on the singular frame he gets in that cutscene.
Just based on vibes, it looks like he just helped those two people in the back wake up, and now he stands up to look at the Hunt arrows/stars/meteors? Shooting across the sky.
However, I want to entertain the idea that Ratio woke up on his own, because realistically, he 100% could.
Ena’s dream, and well, Penacony in general offers a perfect reality, and that’s not something Ratio believes in. He would immediately notice everything is too good to be true, and that would cause the dream to fall apart. Interestingly, Ena’s dream also seems to tailor itself to the individual, so what would be too perfect for Ratio to ever believe it could happen in reality?
I’m sure you have already guessed the answer.
How was it, Veritas Ratio? Having the thing that unraveled your dream be the one thing you have wanted all your life? How does it feel, knowing that being acknowledged by Nous is something that could never happen to you in reality?
How was it?
I still think it could have happened in other ways, or maybe he avoided falling into the dream in the first place somehow, but ultimately, I prefer my idea the most.
I hope this satisfies your question
#dr ratio#honkai star rail#hsr#dr ratio hsr#i need to write a fic about this#Ooh the angst potential
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The road trip
Summary: Dean and Castiel embark on a cross-country road trip, taking a break from hunting to explore the open road. A break by themselves is the buys need to relax.
Warnings: none, something short and sweet, fluffy road trips and bad singing.
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With the Impala's engine purring beneath them, Dean and Castiel set out on a journey that promised adventure, camaraderie, and the open road stretching before them like an invitation to freedom. The first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon as they drove, casting a soft, golden light across the landscape.
Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was gazing out the window with a serene expression. The sight of the angel bathed in the warm glow of the sunrise made Dean's heart swell with an unspoken emotion. He turned his attention back to the road, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful day," Dean said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.
Castiel nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "Yes, it is. The beginning of something new."
They drove in silence for a while longer, the Impala's steady hum the only sound. The sky shifted from deep blue to brilliant shades of orange and pink, the sun climbing higher with each passing minute. Eventually, Dean pulled the car over to a scenic overlook, the perfect spot to watch the sunrise in all its glory.
"Thought we could use a little break," Dean said as he killed the engine.
Castiel nodded in agreement, and they stepped out of the car. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the promise of a new day. They leaned against the hood of the Impala, side by side, as they watched the sun rise over the rolling hills.
"It's beautiful," Castiel remarked, his voice soft and filled with awe.
Dean turned to look at him, the sunlight catching in Castiel's blue eyes and making them sparkle. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, though his gaze was fixed on Castiel rather than the horizon.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, soaking in the beauty of the moment. Dean felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The burdens of their past and the uncertainties of their future seemed to fade away, leaving only the present moment and the quiet companionship they shared.
Eventually, they climbed back into the Impala and continued their journey. Their decision to take a break from hunting was a welcome respite from the constant battles against the supernatural. As they drove through small towns and vast expanses of countryside, they found themselves drawn into the rhythm of life on the road.
Their first stop was a quaint diner on the outskirts of town, where they indulged in greasy burgers and thick milkshakes. Amidst the clatter of dishes and the chatter of patrons, they shared stories of their past adventures, swapping tales of triumph and tragedy with equal parts humour and nostalgia.
As they continued their journey, they encountered quirky roadside attractions that sparked their curiosity and ignited their imaginations. From the world's largest ball of twine to a museum dedicated to the paranormal, each detour brought them closer together as they marvelled at the world's wonders.
But it wasn't just the sights that brought them closer; it was the conversations they shared along the way. In the quiet moments between destinations, they delved into profound and mundane topics, discussing their hopes, fears, and dreams for the future.
Dean opened up to Castiel in ways he never had before, sharing his insecurities and vulnerabilities with a rare honesty that surprised him. And Castiel, in turn, revealed glimpses of his humanity, showing a depth of emotion that belied his angelic nature.
One afternoon, as the sun began to set and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Dean pulled the Impala over by a secluded lakeside. The air was warm, and the sounds of nature filled the silence. They spread a blanket on the car's hood and lay back, looking up at the emerging stars.
"Dean, I think you should take a break from driving," Castiel suggested with a small smile, his eyes reflecting the starlight.
Dean chuckled. "Cas, you know I love my baby too much to let anyone else drive her. Besides, what could be better than this?"
Castiel's gaze softened. "I suppose you're right."
Dean's hand reached for the radio as they settled into a comfortable silence, tuning it to a station playing classic rock. The familiar strains of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor filled the air, and Dean's face lit up with a mischievous grin.
"Oh no," Castiel said, recognizing the look in Dean's eyes.
Dean jumped out of the car and started singing along dramatically, using an invisible microphone. "Risin' up, back on the street! Did my time, took my chances!" His voice was strong and enthusiastic, if not exactly on key.
Castiel watched him for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, before he, too, joined in. Though his singing was awkward and stiff, the joy in his eyes was unmistakable. Together, they belted out the lyrics, their voices mingling with the night air. They laughed at how ridiculous they must look, but it didn't matter. The moment was perfect.
As the song ended, they collapsed onto the blanket, laughing and breathless. Dean turned to Castiel, their faces close under the starry sky. "You know, Cas, we make a pretty good team," he said softly.
"Yes, Dean," Castiel replied, his voice equally soft. "I believe we do."
Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and their bond was stronger than ever. They lay there, side by side, the warmth of their bodies a silent reassurance of their unspoken feelings.
Eventually, the night grew calmer, and they retreated to the Impala's front seat. Dean turned the engine on, letting it idle as they reclined in their seats. The soft hum of the engine was a soothing background noise as they talked about everything and nothing.
As the hours passed, the conversation dwindled, and a peaceful quiet settled over them. Dean glanced at Castiel, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. He reached out and placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thanks for being here, Cas," Dean said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Castiel turned to him, his blue eyes warm and earnest. "Always, Dean."
They drove on through the night, the road ahead uncertain and filled with challenges. But as long as they had each other, they knew they could face whatever the future held with courage and conviction. Two souls bound by destiny and a love that transcended time and space, their hearts united in the endless expanse of the open road.
#supernatural#small writer#castiel#dean winchester#dean x castiel#destiel#fluff#road trip#jamming out#eye of the tiger#dean singing#castiel loving dean singing#dean and cas#deancas#destiel is canon#castiel novak#spn fanfic#spn#spnfandom
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ok i'm not all mentally here rn because i'm in presumed dead eddie diaz mode but quick thoughts about the screeners reactions that just dropped:
1: eddie's trauma about the shooting and the will scene? we know bobby gets hurt, just like in 4x14, so eddie getting hurt too would make sense for the parallels, which would explain the diaz parents and how the will could get brought up
2: eddie sexuality story, finishing up bobby's story, henren and mara, whatever accident chim gets into this time, unnamed buck trauma because he's been too safe??
and then
the comparison to 4x13 is wild. because yeah, even for 6x10 we knew someone got struck. sure, we know bobby is hurt at some point, but we don't know anything else. eddie ending up in the hospital at the end just like 4x13 would be out of nowhere, just like last time
that's it maybe i'll be back later tonight but for now...
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Re: Daniel's flashback of Armand
I know our minds jumped to the "Armand is Alice" theory. At least, mine did. But that explains nothing about why Daniel thinks of that specific memory. It seems like such a non-sequitur, him remembering a story about selling his dad's dirty magazines in middle school. What's also weird is Armand telling him about it.
We know the original interview was traumatic for Daniel, so I have two theories:
Armand is trying to calm Daniel down from some kind of panic by using grounding techniques. This would be weird because grounding techniques are usually a lot more physical, involving the senses to bring one back to the present reality. Why this would be relevant to his proposal memories, I'm not sure.
Armand has Daniel in a state of hypnosis and is implanting a memory. Why is he implanting a memory about selling dirty magazines? No clue. It doesn't seem like it serves a purpose--unless it's part of a larger narrative.
My usual problem with the "Armand is lying about everything" assumption is that Armand and vampires in general in the books don't do that much lying. Like, they'll do these short-term deceptions (see the second half of Blood Communion), but big ongoing lies are kind of a shit idea when you're immortal because you have to keep up with the lie forever. Armand does lie to Louis about Lestat being dead, and to Lestat about Louis being dead, but other than that, he doesn't do a lot of deliberate misrepresentation of the facts. Self-delusions, denial, hiding shit, but not straight-up lies. This same issue applies to the idea that Armand has been creating false memories for people willy-nilly. Which, I don't think I've seen anyone claim he is doing it willy-nilly, but one can get the impression scrolling through Tumblr seeing various people point to various scenes as being made up by Armand that everyone all the time thinks everything that doesn't make sense to them is Armand dicking with memories again.
However, in this case, Louis and Armand were never supposed to see Daniel again. They can't just rewrite his entire life, obviously, because too many people have met/know Daniel and would be like, "Dude, that so did not happen, what is wrong with you?" but if for some reason they made some big mistake during the interview and needed to fix it, they could impart some kind of narrative that couldn't be disputed or verified by anyone who knows him.
Armand also delivers the "she wanted to say yes" speech with a similar tone, but there's a warmth to it. He doesn't seem particularly emotional, although he's also not the most naturally emotive person. But with how good Assad is at subtle acting, I feel like if Armand was actually talking about himself, there would be some kind of hint to it. Instead, it just seems like Armand feels badly for Daniel (who, let's be fair, was being pretty horrible to Louis) and is trying to comfort him. Still a Devil's Minion hint either way. Armand, at least in the books, doesn't give a shit about randos he has no attachment to getting their feelings hurt. If he wants to comfort Daniel, it's because he's gotten attached.
It's in the flashback that Armand looks emotional. And I want to know why.
But yeah, I think that could be why Daniel flashed back to that weird moment. This prodding about Alice is making him remember some fuckery.
That being said, we still don't have much evidence that this is even a power that exists for these vampires. Maybe Fiction Hypnosis could do it, but idk. We'll see.
#armand#daniel molloy#louis de pointe du lac#iwtv#iwtv amc#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire#iwtv s2#iwtv spoilers
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i've seen some people say kipperlilly is neurodivergent but it's more them being like BUT THE RATGRINDERS ARE KIDS!!! and it's like yeah??? so are most of the characters in this show? it's set in high school? penelope everpetal is in hell right now? so idk why THESE kids are being treated differently
RIGHT.
I'm trying to answer a question about both the D20 discourse and the CR discourse but like. There is a post going around in the CR fandom about how it doesn't make sense to apply real-world morality to ttrpgs, which firstly is not entirely wrong but it's much more complicated than that and secondly and more importantly I'd take it way more seriously if it weren't coming from the people who threw a fit when I said that treating Imogen's powers as a metaphor for real-world queerness is reductive and stupid and who keep treating Orym's status as a guard as a member of like, the US Military. The real answer is "D&D settings have their own moral framework, and you need to make arguments based on those, rather than the real world, but there is often some overlap."
I think, as your post points out, this is one of those cases where you do need to work within the moral framework of the show. Penelope is in hell. It is a show about teenage adventurers. Two of the Bad Kids died in the second episode, famously. While I suspect they'd never cross the line of like, a serious romantic or sexual relationship between and adult and one of the high schoolers, in basically any other context the students of the Aguefort Academy are treated as children or adults based on, essentially, which is funnier. The way to get your magic GED is to battle monsters to the death. The way to graduate is to go on a full D&D adventure. It's normal for a high school senior to have access to like, Power Word Kill. The premise of this world is "D&D but in a John Hughes movie setting" and the premise of a lot of D&D is "killing your enemies is part of the story." Like, I've said this before (as has Brennan) but a big appeal of D&D is that you don't need to be patient and send a polite email and let the person who dangerously cut you off on the highway merge in because otherwise you'll get in an accident and smile through the microagressions (let alone put up with larger injustices); you can just straight up kill your way through problems and wake up the next morning fresh and refreshed with full HP and 8 hours of sleep behind you. You don't have to swallow your anger; you can cast fireball on a bitch. As I've also said before, if your entire table likes finding peaceful solutions in D&D, fine, play that way, but I came here to cast fireball and I find you preachy, boring, and stupid.
The rules of this world are "teens are full-blown adventurers and are treated as such." The Rat Grinders are on the same footing as the Bad Kids; there is no imbalance of power here (indeed, they even have the favor of some teachers themselves)! Yeah, if the Bad Kids were actually a bunch of 30-somethings this would play much differently but if they're their classmates? go off.
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I love the ways fanfiction gets around the problem of nicknames.
In canon, Zhou Zishu introduces himself under a fake name, Zhou Xu, so Wen Kexing calls him A-Xu for the rest of the series, even after learning that not actually his name. There’s so many Word Of Honor fanfics where it wouldn’t make sense for Zhou Zishu to use a fake name tho- be it a modern au, or just an au where he has nothing to hide- and then the author has to figure out what WKX is calling him now. A-Shu? It’s said the same, but does it work when you read it? Or do you make up a reason for the nickname?
There was one fanfic that I can’t remember anything else about where ZZS introduces himself with his actual name, and WKX is just like, “Hm…. I hear you, I do. But you’re so bendy that you remind me of catkins, so I’m just going to call you A-Xu!” (Xu is written with the character for catkins, for reference)
And don’t get me started with SVSSS lol. Every story where SY isn’t SQQ for whatever reason gets it’s own justification of why Binghe calls him Shizun. Off the top of my head, these range from “You have taught me so much more than my actual Shizun(SJ)” and “Wow, you taught me two (2) facts, and I think you’re neat. Shizun it is!”
And then there’s the modern ones where Shizun absolutely doesn’t make sense, since I’m pretty sure it’s an older term. A lot of fics get around this by having Binghe call him “laoshi”, meaning teacher, while some of them just go, “Yeah, Binghe just decided one day that SY is Shizun, even though they are the same age in this au, and no one is able to get him to stop”.
As I write these out, I’m realizing that most of the Shizun problem is apparently just solved by Binghe deciding, “Hm… That one is Shizun shaped.”
In the same vein, Shang Qinghua calling MBJ “My King”, even in modern aus. Because what else would he call him??? His name???? Never. This one is funny, because unless MBJ is still royalty somehow, the authors I’ve read never addressed this. SQH just shows up one chapter, calling this random guy he may or may not be dating “My King”, and then leaving SY to his own devices with no explanation lol
Lesser issue is shixiong and Shidi. Mostly YQY? Because what should he call SJ other than Shen-Shidi, or Qingqiu-Shidi, when SJ inevitably yells at him for being called Xiao Jiu? This one does come up less, because of most modern aus I’ve read focused on Bingqiu, and so Qijiu were having a much better time than canon in the background, if they were even brought up lol
What are your stories about nicknames in fanfic lol
#svsss#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#shen jiu#luo binghe#yue qingyuan#shang qinghua#mobei jun#word of honor#zhou zishu#wen kexing#fanfic
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a brief analysis on hades npcs' favorite blood sibling
this is not a popularity contest. this is my attempt at analyzing if certain characters prefer a certain sibling based on the info we have now.
prefers mel:
artemis. she likes zag of course, but this is obvious.
this is sad and ofc horrendously unfair to zag, but as predicted, so far hades does speak to mel with more respect than he did zag for most of hades 1, as evidenced by him already calling her "daughter" not "girl." perhaps hades's relationship with zag has changed significantly post-game, and obviously the circumstances and baggage of zag's upbringing (which hades was responsible for) vs hades meeting mel for the first time as a capable young woman are very different, but. yeah.
this is a guess, but i'm gonna say hermes likes her more as well, although only just. he's eager to get her to olympus and they've just been in contact for longer as he's a friend to the silver sisters. however i do think that there's an argument to be made that zag prioritizes speed over mel, both in character and gameplay, so hermes might relate to that with zag more.
possibly charon. i might have put him in the "no preference" category, because i don't think mel being able to understand him better necessarily means he likes her more, but i do think that he might prefer mel juuuuuuust barely only because he offers her loyalty cards without her needing to beat his ass lmao. there is no shoplifting option for mel yet so if it is added, i might change my mind, but so far i don't think she'd be the type to do it anyway.
possibly aphrodite but if so, it's not by much imo. she definitely likes zag, but says to mel "you look like you can break some hearts even without my aid" which sounds like approval of mel's messy situationships lol. to me her nicknames "little godling" vs "gorgeous" kind of implies the slightest more fondness of mel but again, not by much.
prefers zag:
chaos. outwardly asked "where's your more fun brother :/" and explicitly once told mel to shut up lol. also because i think a being called primordial chaos is understandably more interested in a story of "snarky, rebellious kid runs away from home and shakes up family status quo while blasting his way through the underworld" rather than "perfectionist does what she's told/tries to set the world in order." obviously chaos still supports mel, but definitely finds zag more interesting. chaos had to specifically set up trials for mel to get entertainment out of her lol.
skelly. one of my theories as to what's going on with skelly is that he's cosplaying his living self just for shits and giggles because it's a war, but also like. it's skelly lol so who knows. i think his personality in 1 is more his "natural self" which so far we've only seen come out around zag.
cerberus. :/
no preference:
homer. i know homer describes them differently (zag as a lazy, responsibility-avoiding slob vs mel as a tragic duty-focused, orphan princess), but i think that's not because homer prefers mel, but because he's crafting his diction to the story being told. hades 1 is a story with a twist wherein he reveals a laid-back prince is actually just lonely and misses his mom (imo he describes zag much more sympathetically as time goes on), but hades 2 is a war story and mel has been raised as a soldier all her life, so his tone is just different with mel from the offset. it's not fun to make light of her because the stakes are higher.
demeter: the real answer is persephone, persephone is her favorite lol. imo she seems just glad to have alive grandkids.
poseidon and zeus? haven't seemed to notice a preference so far from either of them. they have a more pressing reason to support mel because war and all, but also artemis mentions they don't really believe she can do it, which makes sense, but it makes me wonder if their support with mel is a bit patronizing, or like "well what have we got to lose." they also don't seem particularly worried about zag missing of course but i think these two have so many nieces and nephews and relatives that any preference they have between mel or zag is miniscule.
theories on returning characters we haven't seen yet:
prefers zag: nyx (just due to her raising him... but a case can be made for mel due to the silver sisters/mel living in shadow/hecate's relationship with nyx), dionysus (party boys), achilles & patroclus (probably), sisyphus & orpheus (power of friendship), thanatos & meg (obvious), asterius (respect for their many battles)
prefers mel: athena (level-headed warrior women), ares (a witch assassin groomed specifically for war? "go ahead and torture my family, but i will still come back to kill you over and over again"? absolutely), eurydice (cooking gal pals), theseus (please god it'd be so funny)
no preference: idk dusa? and hopefully persephone. the kids need a parent who doesn't have a favorite. i do think she will always have a soft spot for zag because he found and brought her home, but also i'm sure persephone will also want to spend a lot of one-on-one time gardening with her daughter.
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How would the Tieflings react to an Aasimar partner? How would they initially react to learning that before they're together? How would they feeI about the whole 'forces of evil seek to destroy them' thing? And how would they react if their partner just kinda drop something like "Oh yeah, my deity/celestial guide thinks you're pretty great". Also, I can't get the idea of wing hugs out of my mind (if they're a Protector Aasimar).
(We can't play as an Aasimar in game, and I'm grumpy about it. They're 100% my fave race.)
While I understand why larian didn't make aasimars a playable race I'm still very disappointed because they are far and away one of my absolute favourite races and I've played them in DND in the past. This set of headcanons ended up being way more 'story focused' than I initially expected so I might go back in and do a set of more casual ones later on, but I hope everyone enjoys them! <3
The bachelors dating an Aasimar headcanons
Dammon
Dammon hardly knew you were an Aasimar to start with, only that you were unique
With pale, milky eyes that contained no pupils you were quite the sight, and often assumed blind
This is what the blacksmith thought when he offered to help you make your way across a river
Anyone can imagine how stunned he was when you gleefully thanked him before complimenting his own eyes, comparing them to a golden halo
He soon found himself lucky enough to run into you during his travels with the refugees, always vying for your attention when you appeared in camp
You often won card games played with the others, and sung drunken songs for the children later in the night, and Dammon admired your joy in such dark times
Before long, the two of you were romantically involved and living quite happily in Baldurs Gate
You'd been there with Dammon through thick and thin, entering the city and helping him set up his own forge
The whole time he always called you his good luck charm, leading to an endearing blush and chuckle from you
That is, until a follower of Beshaba darkened your door and held a knife to your throat
It was only after that you decided to tell Dammon a long held secret, that you were descended from Lady Luck herself, Tymora
The gleeful and sometimes impetuous goddess had birthed a daughter to one of her human lovers, an Aasimar who went on to have her own family
For many generations your own family claimed descendance from Tymoras daughter, despite appearing to be normal humans
You provided proof with your birth, bearing blank eyes still blessed with sight and the luck of Tymora herself
You weren't strong like other great protector Aasimar, and you had no real contact with your now reclusive ancestor, but you tried to spread joy where you went and aimed to live a good life
Dammon, for what it's worth, took the news well and was glad to find no more secrets between the two of you
Incidentally, he also kept a much better eye on you, now he knew there was a minor target on your back
You can bet he brags about having his very own 'Lady luck' much to your amusement
Zevlor
Since the first moment he saw you Zevlor knew he was in love
Him, a young hellrider recruit, standing in front of a radiant Aasimar with the most beautiful wings he's ever laid eyes on
You were the very image of divine protection, a grandchild of the god he's devoted his life to serving, the grandchild of Helm
You spent much of your time with the hellriders, supervising their training and often joining in
Though no one seemed to realise you had eyes for one tiefling in particular, including that same tiefling
You'd often find reasons to be around Zevlor, insisting on helping him maintain weapons or offering help as a sparring partner
Even when Zevlor was a young man, years before Elturels descent, he still thought himself unworthy of your attention despite how often you gave it to him
What could a descendant of a god want with a simple hellspawn like him?
It was entirely up to you to knock some sense into him
Something you happily did one evening, pinning him during a sparring match and questioning his feelings
It was soon after he was officially courting you, much to the amusement and jealousy of others in the ranks
Everyone could see how proud Zevlor was, absolutely radiant whenever in your presence
He never worried himself too much either with worries of you being attacked, fully believing in both your own strength and the protection of your grandfather
It was a protection he often relied on once the tieflings needed to flee their home
Zevlor spent nights wrapped up in your arms and wings when you could convince him to come to bed
He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when you insisted on taking some of his worries for yourself
It was only once the two of you made it to Baldurs gate, battered and scarred, that the two of you can truly relax
Calling upon your grandfather's grace for the last time to create a safe home for you and your lover
Something Zevlor is eternally greatful for, finally able to ask for your hand in marriage like he's been dreaming of for years
Rolan
Rolan had originally assumed you to be a tiefling when he first saw you in Elturel
Silver skin wasn't a particularly uncommon colour, though few tieflings in the city possessed it
It was only upon closer inspection that he realised you weren't a tiefling, you were a wholly different variety of planetouched
From first meeting you found yourself fond of Rolan and his siblings, Cal and Lia mercilessly teasing Rolan after stumbling across the two of you chatting in a bookstore
Despite your free roaming nature that often kept you travelling, staying near the wizard in training was too good an opportunity to miss and you soon settled nearby
Afternoons were spent with you watching his magic practices, teaching Cal to cook, and joking around with Lia
That is, until Elturel fell
Soon yours and Rolans easy comfort was in turmoil and your days were spent trying to protect the three tieflings you'd grown to love
Rolan himself was near as protective of you as he was of his siblings, hardly letting you out of his sight even once you'd made it onto the road as refugees
He never quite understood how you could be so happy under such awful conditions, hoping this 'adventure' of yours would be over quickly
You were sure to know it too, with him loudly complaining until you'd placate the wizard with kind words and by taking his hand in yours
Through the whole journey you were his biggest cheerleader and support, even as he lashed out after his siblings abduction
It was after that incident Rolan realised how important you were to him, seeing him at his meanest and ugliest but still sticking around
Soon after his dreams drifted from becoming an accomplished and revered wizard to starting a life with you in Baldurs Gate
That dream was near shattered, however, when he was taken into Lorroakans tutelage and found himself beaten and separated from his family
You had been fuming every time you saw him, fruitlessly trying to convince him to leave with you
His saving grace was when you and Dame Aylin came to ruin Lorroakan, your true power as an assimar becoming apparent as you stretch your wings and call upon your mother's favour
The corrupt wizard didn't stand a chance against the children of Selune and Avandra after scorning them so
Soon enough Rolan was back in your arms, and after so much turmoil he can't help but finally admit his feelings for you
What the wizard didn't expect was for you to laugh before kissing him, telling him that you'd known for months
His pout after that is legendary, but Rolan couldn't be happier than when you have your wings securely wrapped around him
#bri answers#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3 x reader#bg3 x reader#baldurs gate 3 dammon#bg3 dammon#dammon x reader#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#bg3 zevlor#zevlor x reader#baldurs gate 3 rolan#bg3 rolan#rolan x reader
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tagged by @perfectlysunny02 (… who i think posted at 12:01 this morning, actually). yes this is from Yet Another WIP. also jack and daniel are characters from another show, but my goal is to make it that you don’t need to be familiar with it for the story to make sense. (it’s not like buck knows them, after all.)
“Blah, blah, blah,” Jack says, but it does nothing to hide the fondness in his eyes. “Why did I marry you, again?”
“The life insurance payouts,” Daniel says, no hesitation, and suddenly Buck is reminded of Carson the Electrical Guy telling him and Eddie they should take their act on the road.
“Yeah, I’d buy that if you ever stayed dead, Danny-boy.”
And the two of them are fine, but next to him Tommy appears to be having some kind of problem, because he’s blinked about four times in the last twelve seconds. “... married?” he manages to say, eventually, eyes wide. “You two are – married?”
They’d referred to each other as husbands multiple times at the crash; Buck suddenly realizes that, having not been there at the time, Tommy wouldn’t have any reason to know that.
Across from them, Jack inhales slowly and stands up just a little straighter. “Is that a problem?” he says, conversational despite the steel that’s suddenly in his eyes.
Another few seconds pass, and then Tommy shakes his head very slightly, once. “No, sir, not at all,” he says, and Buck can see as he lets himself relax, bit by bit. “Just wondering how late my congratulations are going to be.”
“Oh, we’re hardly going to hold you responsible for that,” Daniel says; next to him Jack’s posture returns to what it was three minutes ago, and Buck wonders if he’d just gotten a glimpse of General O’Neill. “But the beginning of July will be our ninth anniversary.”
“Our ninth wedding anniversary,” Jack says, pointedly. “Our anniversary in general is in May, and the one coming up is nineteen years.”
Daniel snorts. “You’re just mad I proposed first,” he says, and Jack makes a silent so what face, not actually disputing it in any way.
no-pressure tagging: @wilddragonflying @chobani-flip @actuallyitsellie @between-two-fandoms @wakeupnew
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