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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | chapter ii

✒ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just 🤬 while KTH is 😇

playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.

a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not 🫣 Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy 🥰 (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)

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You’re seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesn’t help that you’ve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your company’s new endorser was launched.

A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didn’t stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.

Yes. You’re referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.

More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dick…again.

What is wrong with you?

You’ve been asking yourself the question far too many times. You’d think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.

That’s why you’re here now, waiting in the office of your therapist’s private practice, hands restless in your lap. You’ve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.

‘JeonX CEO Jeon Jungkook’s ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorce’

‘South Korea’s Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenue’

These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.

You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except it’s not a printed gossip magazine— it’s a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.

Chim 🐥: can you believe this crap they’re saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! They’re making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! 😡 [sent at 5:06 pm]

Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you don’t immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. He’s been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the media’s been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. He’s always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.

You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you don’t mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]

You hope your message doesn’t read as cold or dismissive. Jimin’s concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you don’t really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.

Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkook’s conniving ex-wife; as if you’ve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.

Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive “inside look”. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.

Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.

“I apologize for the wait Ms. __."

The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last week’s session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.

“It’s okay,” you assure, straightening your posture. “I understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."

Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. “Thank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?”

You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.

"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"

Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.

"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."

"Because of the divorce you mean?"

"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.

Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.

"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."

When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.

"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."

"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."

You pause to take a breath before continuing.

"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."

"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."

The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.

"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.

"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"

"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."

Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.

"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."

"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."

It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."

Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.

Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.

Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clock— 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.

"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.

"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."

Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.

As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.

Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.

How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.

You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.

Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.

"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.

"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."

You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.

The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.

Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.

Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.

Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.

Reluctantly, you complied.

Chim 🐥: I wish I could be there with you tonight 😞 No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]

"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.

"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"

"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"

"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"

Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuck— is that the devil now?

You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.

You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.

"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.

But wait a minute.

You stop in your tracks—that's not Jungkook's voice at all; it’s far too raspy.

Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?

Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. “My movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought I’d swing by and see what all the excitement’s about,” he says.

You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill you’re still working to sharpen.

“Tae-” you begin.

He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.

“I got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.” His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. “I also didn’t want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries.”

Taehyung’s words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.

“Thank you, Taehyung. You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. “It’s actually a good thing you came since you’re basically the second face of my company after all.”

“I’m happy to hear that. We’ve been working so well together recently, and I don’t want to ruin it. May I?” He offers you an arm.

“You may.” You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit you’re glad to see him.

With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. He’s not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You haven’t even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.

You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures he’s the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.

Memories of your time together come flooding back all at once—both the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps you’re mistaken and they’ve merely slipped away for a second. You’re positive he would’ve brought someone.

Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didn’t just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.

“So,” a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. “Looks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. I’m shocked to see you’ve shown up to our little soirée.”

Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.

“Kathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"

"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."

You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.

“Anyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."

Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.

“To be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."

“You—" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"

Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.

This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.

“Don't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.

Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.

As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?

"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.

You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.

His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.

"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."

You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.

"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"

You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.

As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."

"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.

The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.

"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.

"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"

"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"

Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.

"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.

"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."

"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.

"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"

Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."

"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentl—"

"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."

Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."

You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"

His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"

"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.

"I'm sorry, __. I am."

You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?

"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."

You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.

a/n: A much-needed confrontation between oc and jk eh? But... *laughs evilly*..this is not the end...LMK what you think! 🤔🤍

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pitinthelanepages · 11 months

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Interwined Fates

summary: oscar and you, two best friends, stumble upon a future you never anticipated, leading you to discover something. that something involving little ones that eerily resembles the two of you.

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

word count: 5.5k

genre: time travel!, fluff, romance

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As you sat together in Oscar's cozy living room, the two of you found yourselves engrossed in a conversation about the plot of a book.

Oscar rested his head on your lap, finding comfort in your presence as you gently caressed his hair, your fingers gliding through the strands with a soothing touch.

"Can you believe the protagonist fell into the same trap for the third time?" you chuckled, your voice filled with amusement. "I mean, come on, haven't they learned anything from the previous encounters?"

Oscar let out a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I guess they have a knack for making questionable life choices," he replied, his voice carrying a playful tone. "But hey, it wouldn't be much of a story if they suddenly became the poster child for common sense, right?"

You grinned. "True, true. But seriously, who walks alone into a dark, creepy forest at midnight? That's just asking for trouble."

Oscar tilted his head slightly, looking up at you with a glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe they have an adventurous spirit that we can't fully understand," he suggested with a smirk. "Or maybe they just have a severe case of bad decision-making skills."

You swatted his arm, your laughter filling the air. "Oh please, I think they're just in desperate need of a good friend who can talk some sense into them."

He chuckled, his head still resting comfortably on your lap. A soft silence settled between you, the only sound being the gentle rustle of pages as you turned the book over, examining the cover.

Oscar's curious eyes soon landed on the pendant dangling from your neck. It glimmered softly in the warm glow of the lamp, catching his attention. He reached out, his fingertips lightly grazing the pendant, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

"What's this?" Oscar asked, his voice filled with genuine intrigue. "I don't remember seeing this pendant before. Is it new?"

You smiled, the pendant's weight resting comfortably against your chest. "Oh, this?" you replied, gently holding the pendant between your fingers. "No, it's not exactly new. I've had it for a while, but I don't always wear it."

Oscar's eyes widened with curiosity. "Is there a story behind it? You know I'm a sucker for stories," he said, his voice laced with a growing enthusiasm.

You chuckled, feeling a twinge of nostalgia. "Well, I do have a story to tell i guess," you began, your voice taking on a storytelling tone. "This pendant belonged to my grandmother. She was a woman of incredible strength and resilience. Whenever I wear it, I feel a connection to her, as if her spirit is still with me."

Oscar leaned in, captivated by your words. "That's beautiful," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the pendant. "It's amazing how objects can hold so much meaning, isn't it?"

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely. It's like a reminder of the love and wisdom passed down through generations. And you know what? It's said that this pendant brings good luck to its wearer."

Oscar raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Good luck, huh?" he teased. "Well, I hope some of that luck rubs off on me. Lord knows I could use it."

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes. "Oh, come on, Oscar. You're doing just fine."

He chuckled, leaning his head back onto your lap, his eyes twinkling with fondness. "I suppose you're right," he admitted, his voice filled with warmth. "But still, that pendant is something special. It's like a piece of your history that I never knew about until now."

The air around you grew quiet, a comfortable silence settling between you until Oscar's mischievous nature sparked an idea in his mind, and a playful glint danced in his eyes as he proposed, "What if this pendant is actually magical?"

You chuckled, shaking your head at his ridiculous suggestion. "Seriously, Oscar. Magic? Don't be ridiculous," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's just a sentimental piece of jewellery."

He grinned, undeterred by your skepticism. "But think about it. What harm is there in giving it a try? We could have a little fun, see if anything magical happens," Oscar persisted, his voice laced with harmless insistence.

You found yourself unable to resist his contagious enthusiasm, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Alright, alright. Just for the sake of curiosity," you gave in, your voice filled with playful surrender. "What do you have in mind?"

Oscar's eyes gleamed with excitement as he sat up, his gaze fixed on the pendant. "Let's make a wish," he suggested, his voice barely containing his excitement. "Hold the pendant tight and think of something you'd like to happen. Who knows? Maybe the pendant will surprise us."

You couldn't help but giggle at his childlike enthusiasm, a spark of curiosity ignited within you. "Alright, fine," you agreed, humor lacing your voice. "But don't get upset if nothing magical happens."

You clasped the pendant in your palm, your fingers curling around it, and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get caught up in the whimsical moment. Thoughts flickered through your mind as you pondered what you should wish for. And then, with a flicker of mischief, you settled on your wish, something that seemed too far-fetched to come true.

"Okay, I'm done," you announced, opening your eyes and sharing a playful glance with Oscar. "Now, what about you?"

Oscar's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Well, since we're being ridiculous anyways, let's wish for an extraordinary adventure. Something that takes us to places we've never been before, filled with wonder and excitement."

The air crackled with a sense of possibility as you both sat there, wishing for the improbable, hoping for a hint of magic. Whether it was the pendant or simply the power of imagination, a thrilling energy filled the room, ready to propel you both into the unknown.

A brilliant flash of light erupted behind your closed eyes, momentarily blinding you both. As you cautiously opened your eyes, expecting to see the familiar surroundings of Oscar's living room, you were met with a surprising sight. Instead of the cozy confines of the living room, you found yourselves standing in the midst of a vibrant and bustling children's playground.

Confusion painted your features as you took in the realistic setting around you. The playground was alive with the sounds of laughter and playful chatter, a symphony of youthful energy. A colorful array of swings, slides, and climbing frames adorned the area, each piece of equipment carefully designed for the amusement and delight of children.

Children of various ages scampered about, their excited squeals filling the air. Some played tag, their giggles echoing, while others engaged in imaginative games, their animated expressions painting their faces with joy. Parents sat on benches, watching over their little ones with tender smiles and occasional words of encouragement.

You and Oscar exchanged bewildered glances, attempting to make sense of this inexplicable shift in reality. The atmosphere was anything but fantastical or otherworldly. Instead, it felt grounded and familiar, as if you had been transported to a vivid snapshot of everyday life.

"What just happened?" you questioned, your voice laced with both awe and confusion. "How did we end up here?"

Oscar's brows furrowed, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "I have no idea," he replied, his voice filled with genuine bewilderment. "But one thing's for sure, we're definitely not in my living room anymore."

A mixture of curiosity and trepidation swirled within you both. The unexpected turn of events had brought you to this lively playground, and the possibilities that lay ahead were both intriguing and uncertain.

Before you realize, Oscar dashed off somewhere behind you. Peering out from behind a bush, Oscar's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed a young girl, no older than five, making her way towards you. Her innocent gaze held a hint of familiarity, and it was as if she carried a secret that only you were meant to discover. Oscar urged you to interact with her, his voice barely audible as he whispered from his hiding spot.

Meanwhile, the little girl, with her petite frame and rosy cheeks, exuded an undeniable charm. She wore a simple, pastel-colored dress adorned with tiny floral patterns, the fabric swaying gently with each step. Her dark curls cascaded down in bouncy ringlets, framing her sweet little face. The innocence in her wide, doe-like eyes was paired with a mischievous spark, as if she knew more than she let on.

As she approached you, her tiny hand reaching out, she uttered a single word that pierced the air and left you momentarily stunned. "Mommy."

You gasped, taken aback by her words, and instinctively replied, "You're mistaken, little buddy. I'm not your mommy." But the little girl shook her head, her curls bouncing with the motion. Her voice, sweet and unwavering, insisted, "Yes, you are. You're my mommy."

Confusion swept over you, mingling with a mix of emotions that were difficult to untangle. Before you could gather your thoughts, another woman approached, her features mirroring a sense of familiarity. She wore a warm smile on her face, tinged with a touch of relief.

"Angele's mommy, you're back?" the woman exclaimed, her voice filled with both surprise and joy. You found yourself at a loss for words, your mind struggling to make sense of this inexplicable situation. "I... I guess?" you stammered, your response betraying your confusion.

The woman's eyes lingered on you, taking in your appearance, and she couldn't help but make a remark. "You look different, Angele's mommy," she commented, her tone a mix of astonishment and admiration. "You seem like you aged ten years backward, despite your hectic job."

A jolt of realization coursed through you at her words, an unsettling truth dawning upon you. You couldn't help but ask, your voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, "My job...?" The question hung in the air, awaiting the woman's response.

She met your gaze, her eyes filled with understanding. "Yes, aren't you a journalist?" she replied, her voice gentle yet certain. "You travel almost all the time, leaving this sweet angel behind."

Your mind grappled with the realization that you had somehow traveled through time. The innocence and conviction in the little girl's eyes, coupled with the woman's recognition, painted a picture that defied all logic.

"Oh, I see. I should probably take her home," you responded, your voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and responsibility. The woman nodded in agreement. She then posed a question that struck a chord of confusion within you.

"Is he back?" she inquired, her voice carrying a hopeful tone. You hesitated, caught off guard by the mention of a husband whose identity remained a mystery to you. "Is he...? Erm..." you mumbled, your thoughts trailing off into a perplexing haze.

The woman's assumption about the busy nature of your relationship triggered a twinge of annoyance deep within you. How could she make such presumptions without knowing the intricacies of your life? Yet, before you could voice your frustration, you reminded yourself of the bigger puzzle at hand.

"Aww, you both are such a busy couple, barely have time for each other, let alone your child. I'm assuming he is abroad," the woman continued, her words rubbing against your raw nerves. An involuntary twitch of annoyance danced in your eye, momentarily distracting you from the enigma surrounding your husband's whereabouts.

Bidding the woman a hasty farewell, you turned to leave the playground with the child holding your hand, determined to sort out the mess you found yourself in. Oscar, who had been observing the interaction from a distance, swiftly caught up to you, his footsteps echoing your own.

As you walked away, a joyful squeal filled the air, capturing your attention. The little girl had noticed Oscar's presence and excitement erupted within her. "Daddy? You're back?" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with delight and hope.

You paused, a mix of emotions swirling within you. The puzzle pieces were falling into place, revealing a glimpse of the relationships that had been lost in this peculiar time-shift.

Oscar's bewildered gaze met yours, both of you frozen in a state of shock and disbelief. You shared a silent exchange of wide-eyed bewilderment, your jaws hanging open in unison. Oscar mustered a whisper, his voice filled with astonishment, "What...?"

As your attention shifted back to the little girl, you couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance she bore to both you and Oscar. Her plump lips mirrored yours, while her sharp brows and the combination of Oscar's nose and eyes adorned her face. She was a living proof of your shared features.

In a burst of excitement, the little girl leaped towards Oscar, her tiny arms outstretched, gesturing for him to pick her up. Oscar obliged, his heart swelling with warmth as he cradled the child in his arms. The surge of fatherly affection overwhelmed him, mirroring the surge of motherly emotions that welled up within you.

The little girl wrapped her arms around Oscar's neck, her embrace a proof to the depth of their connection. Her voice, filled with longing, reached your ears as she whispered, "Daddy, I missed you so much." Oscar's gaze flickered towards you, a mix of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes, before he composed himself with a fake cough.

"Oh, did you? Have I been really busy?" he inquired, a hint of anticipation in his voice. The little girl nodded emphatically, confirming the void his absence had left in her life. Despite his curiosity about his own occupation and the reasons for his busyness, he refrained from asking the child, instead focusing on their relationship.

"Have I not been giving you enough time? Are you upset with Daddy for that?" he whispered into her ear, his hand gently patting her small back. The little girl's voice, filled with a childlike innocence, responded, "Mommy says you always try your best to make time for us when you can, so it's okay." Oscar's gaze turned to you, his expression unreadable, as if the weight of this unexpected bond settled between you.

Feeling slightly out of place, you cleared your throat to regain their attention. As the little girl shifted her focus towards you, a newfound maternal instinct took hold, guiding your words. "My angel, can you show us where our house is? Do you know where it is?" you cooed, your voice instinctively morphing into that of a mother.

Thankfully, the child nodded, her eyes brimming with confidence. "Yes, it's near," she replied, her small finger pointing in a direction that beckoned you to follow.

As you walked alongside Oscar, the weight of uncertainty still hung in the air, yet the undeniable connection between him, the little girl, and yourself brought a sense of purpose.

When you and Oscar reached the grand house, an air of opulence surrounded its exterior, betraying a life of wealth and prosperity. As your eyes scanned the impressive structure, Oscar couldn't help but whisper, "We must be making banks to own this." Your agreement came in a playful tone, responding with, "We surely have to be..."

Stepping into the house, the sight that greeted you was unexpected. The floor was scattered with small toy cars and an array of other toys, indicating the presence of a child. As you took in the scene, a young woman in her twenties approached you, her eyes filled with relief.

"Mrs. Piastri, you're back. Thank God. Aaron was crying for you," she expressed, her voice tinged with gratitude. Confusion etched itself onto both yours and Oscar's faces until a toddler-like boy, approximately three years old, darted toward you. This time, the child's resemblance to Oscar was striking, a reflection of his features.

For a fleeting moment, the weight of your unexpected journey and the realization that you had time-traveled from a time when your relationship with Oscar was solely platonic faded away. In its place, a touch of annoyance crossed your face, and you turned to Oscar, wearing an expression of playful annoyance.

"You only gave me a year to rest before another one...?" you teased, your tone holding a mix of incredulity and humour. The humour in your remark served as a reminder of the shared history you and Oscar had, even if the circumstances had taken an unforeseen turn.

As Aaron, the young boy who bore an uncanny resemblance to Oscar, stood before you, a genuine smile spread across your face. Crouching down, you extended your arms and scooped up the young boy into a warm embrace. His little frame nestled against your chest, and you marvelled at the familiarity of his features, the reflection of Oscar's unmistakable traits. The connection between you and this child felt surprisingly natural, as if it were meant to be.

As you held him close, you turned your attention to the young woman who had greeted you. With a gentle smile, you deduced that she must be his nanny, entrusted with caring for him during your absence. Gratitude swelled within you for the love and attention she had provided in your stead.

"Thank you for taking care of him," you expressed sincerely, your voice laced with appreciation. "I can see how much he means to you. It's reassuring to know he's been in good hands." The young woman's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and fondness evident in her gaze.

"He's an incredible little boy," she replied warmly. "Full of energy and curiosity. But he's missed having his mommy around. It's good to have you back."

You nodded, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. The pull of this new life, this altered reality, was undeniably strong. The warmth of Aaron's presence and the genuine affection that radiated between you and Oscar tugged at your heartstrings, enticing you to fully immerse yourself in the role of a mother and wife.

As Oscar inquired about his daughter's hunger, the young girl, Angele, nodded eagerly. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, mirroring the excitement that danced within Oscar's own gaze. It was a beautiful sight to witness, the unspoken bond between father and daughter.

Taking a moment to reflect, you realized that Aaron, too, must be in need of food. After all, it was late in the afternoon. Concerned about his well-being, you turned to the young woman who had been caring for him in your absence. With a gentle smile, you inquired, "Has Aaron had his meal?"

The woman nodded, her face glowing with a sense of reassurance. "Yes, he had his food a little while ago. He's been well taken care of." Her words offered solace, allowing you to focus on the immediate task at hand: feeding your daughter.

With a nurturing instinct taking over, you turned your attention to preparing a meal for your daughter. The kitchen became a haven of comforting aromas as you skillfully concocted a dish that would satiate her hunger. The sound of sizzling pans and the tantalizing scent of home-cooked food filled the air.

Oscar, in the meantime, kept her entertained with stories and playful banter, his infectious laughter ringing through the room. It was heartwarming to witness their bond, a testament to the love and care they had shared in your absence.

As the meal came together, you plated the food, arranging it with care and attention. Angele's eyes widened with anticipation as you presented her with the delicious feast. She dug into the food, her little hands grasping the utensils, a joyful messiness enveloping her.

As the evening progressed, the passing of time brought forth a gentle reminder that bedtime was drawing near. The warmth of the day began to mellow into a tranquil evening, and the soft whispers of fatigue whispered through the air.

Angele, her belly satisfied and eyelids growing heavy, leaned against Oscar, her little body nestled comfortably in his embrace. The playful energy that had filled the room gradually waned, replaced by a soothing calmness as the hour for slumber approached. Oscar gently guided his daughter towards the routine of preparing for bed.

Watching the scene unfold, a sense of tranquility washed over you. It was a testament to the bond you shared, a testament to the loving environment you had created. The roles you now found yourself immersed in, that of a mother and a wife, brought a deep sense of fulfillment. The love that radiated within the walls of this home, built on the foundation of shared experiences and cherished moments, resonated within your soul.

As the time came to settle Aaron into his crib, you cradled him in your arms, allowing the serenity of the moment to envelop you both. The rhythmic rise and fall of his tiny chest mirrored the peace that settled within your own being. Gently, you placed him down, his soft breaths filling the room.

With the children tucked in, sleep beckoning them to dreamland, you found yourself pausing at the threshold of the door. In this moment of stillness, with the soft glow of night casting its gentle embrace, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions.

On one hand, the joy and contentment of this newfound life tugged at your heartstrings, whispering of the love and connection that enveloped you. The familiarity and the profound bond you shared with Oscar and the children sparked a profound sense of belonging.

As you stood at the threshold of the children's room, a flicker of movement caught your eye, drawing your attention to the wall adorned with a series of framed photographs. A gasp escaped your lips, like a breath catching in your throat, as your gaze fixated on the images captured within those frames.

Oscar, sensing your surprise, turned to you with concern etched on his face. "What happened?" he inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and worry. You couldn't bring yourself to articulate the profound realization that had swept over you, so instead, you simply tilted your head, gesturing for him to direct his gaze towards the wall.

Together, your eyes traced the lines and contours of the photographs, each frame capturing a milestone in Oscar's journey as an accomplished Formula 1 driver. The vibrant colors and frozen moments of triumph adorned the wall, each image depicting him on the podium, a testament to his skill, determination, and hard-earned victories.

As the weight of the revelation settled upon you both, the realization blossomed in your minds: both of you had achieved your dreams. The photographs were a tangible reminder of the aspirations you had pursued and conquered, the paths that had led you to this very moment.

In the midst of this profound realization, Oscar's hand gently landed upon your shoulder, a comforting touch that spoke volumes without the need for words. It was a gesture that conveyed his support, his pride in your own accomplishments as a journalist, and the shared journey that had brought you to this point.

Silent understanding passed between you, a connection forged not only through friendship but also through the intertwining of dreams fulfilled. At that moment, you knew that despite the lingering mysteries of your past, the present held its own magic: a symphony of love, success, and shared aspirations.

"What do we do now?" you turn to ask Oscar, your voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. Before he can respond, a subtle noise interrupts the air, sending both of you into a state of alertness. It's the sound of the main door being unlocked.

Wide-eyed, you exchange a quick glance with Oscar, silently agreeing on the need to hide yourselves. In unison, you move swiftly, finding refuge in a concealed spot within the living room. Your breaths become shallow, heartbeats pounding in your ears as the door opens with deliberate caution.

There they are: the older versions of yourselves, stepping into the space you once called home. Their features etched with the weight of experiences yet to come, they move with a sense of purpose. You stole a glance at Oscar beside you, and he whispered urgently, "We must go back to our time."

As the future versions of you and Oscar move through the house, checking on the children's bedrooms and eventually reaching their own, you nodded in agreement with Oscar's suggestion. "I know," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of determination. "Let's do what we did before and see if we can return."

Closing your eyes, you clasped the pendant tightly in your hands, willing the familiar flash of light to transport you back to where you belong. But the first attempt proved unsuccessful, followed by the second and third. Frustration and fatigue started to gnaw at your resolve, casting doubt upon the possibility of going back to your own timeline.

Yet, as you closed your eyes for the fourth time, holding the pendant with a renewed sense of hope, something shifted. Behind your closed eyes, a brilliant burst of light illuminates the darkness, engulfing your senses in a swirling vortex. Time and space converge, carrying you and Oscar along a torrent of energy.

When you finally opened your eyes, you found yourselves back in the familiar living room—the same room where you once mocked the plot of a book, where Oscar rested his head upon your lap as you caressed his hair. Relief coursed through your veins, mingling with a lingering curiosity about the future versions of yourselves you encountered.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this," you gasped, your voice trembling with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. The familiar surroundings of the living room suddenly took on a whole new significance, and your heart races with the weight of the realisation.

Oscar, his eyes searching yours, sensed the depth of your emotions. A flicker of concern crossed his face, but there's also a hint of something else: something vulnerable. He took a step closer and responded, "Is marrying me really that unbelievable?" His voice carried a touch of mild offence, but his eyes betrayed the hope that you understood what he was trying to convey.

Caught off guard by his reaction, you paused, your mind racing to make sense of it all. The pieces started to fall into place, and you realised that his response held a deeper meaning. The unspoken tension between you suddenly became palpable, and you found yourself drawn to his gaze, searching for the truth hidden within.

A surge of realisation flooded through you, mingling with your own suppressed feelings. Memories of shared moments, stolen glances, and unspoken desires rush to the forefront of your mind. It's as if you've been dancing around the truth for years, and now, finally, everything became clear.

Breathlessly, you managed to utter, "Oscar, I... I didn't realise." Your voice wavered, filled with a mixture of surprise and realisation, as you confronted the truth that has been waiting to be acknowledged.

Oscar's expression softened, his eyes brimming with vulnerability and affection. He took another step closer, closing the distance between you, and reached out to gently touch your arm. "I've liked you, more than just a friend, for so long," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "Seeing you here, in this moment, has only made those feelings stronger. I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you."

Your heart raced, the weight of unspoken emotions now laid bare before you. You found the courage to meet his gaze, and you confessed, "Oscar, I... I've liked you too. More than I've ever admitted. I've been pining over you all these years, and I never thought you felt the same way."

A mixture of relief and joy spread across Oscar's face, mirroring the emotions that surge within you. "We've been fools, hiding our feelings for fear of losing what we had," he confessed, his voice filled with regret. "But now, with this glimpse of our potential future, I can't hold back any longer."

As the weight of your shared emotions filled the room, you found yourself irresistibly drawn to Oscar. Step by step, you closed the distance between you until you were standing mere inches apart. The air crackled with anticipation, the atmosphere thick with the unspoken desires that have lingered for far too long.

Without a word, you reached out and gently cupped Oscar's face in your hands, your fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. His eyes locked onto yours, their depths reflecting the intensity of the moment. And in that fleeting second, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

A tender smile played at the corners of your lips as you leaned in, closing the final gap between you. Your heart raced with anticipation, every fibre of your being yearning for the connection that has eluded you for so long. And then, finally, your lips met in a soft, passionate kiss.

In that single moment, the world around you ceased to exist. Time stood still as you lost yourselves in the depth of your kiss, the electricity between you intensifying with each passing second.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you experienced an intense sense of belonging. The doubts and uncertainties that once plagued your minds melted away, replaced by a certainty that you've found your soulmate. The taste of this stolen moment lingered on your lips, a promise of a future filled with passion, love, and fulfilled dreams.

When you finally pulled away, a soft glow illuminated both your faces. With a smile that spoke volumes, Oscar brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered, "I've dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it's finally real." His voice was filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe.

With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you playfully nudged Oscar's side. "You know what, let's not get all mushy right now. I still want to be able to beat you up and bully you. Best friend privileges are too good to let go."

Oscar grinned, his confusion fading into a knowing smile. "You're right. But how about we add a little extra something to our friendship?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "Oh really? And what might that be?"

He leaned in, his voice laced with playful intent. "How about we stay best friends, but with the added benefits of making out and cuddling whenever we want? Taking it slow, you know?"

"Sounds like a plan. Count me in."

And just like that, the weight of romantic expectations lifted, and you both fell back into the comfort of your deep friendship.

Oscar grinned and nudged you playfully. "Hey, how about we hit the gym together? Future formula 1 champions should stay fit, you know."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't drag me into this, I have studying to do."

Oscar shook his head, a determined smile on his face. "Nuh uh. No more excuses. I'm not taking no for an answer. Time to get those endorphins flowing."

Before you could protest further, Oscar swiftly scooped you up into his arms, effortlessly carrying you. You let out a surprised yelp, your protests drowned out by laughter.

"Oscar, put me down!" you exclaimed, playfully swatting at him.

He chuckled and kept walking towards the gym. "No way. I'm going to the gym, and you're coming with me."

You resigned yourself to the inevitable, knowing there's no escaping Oscar's determination. Besides, a part of you secretly enjoyed his antics. With a playful sigh, you settled into his arms, enjoying the closeness.

Oscar gently set you down, a triumphant grin on his face. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

You playfully pouted and crossed your arms. "Fine, you win. But only this once. Don't expect me to become a gym enthusiast overnight."

Oscar chuckled. "Oh, I won't push you too hard."

As you and Oscar caught your breath after a particularly intense workout, a comfortable silence settled between you. The air was filled with a mix of contentment and unspoken words, and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

Oscar's eyes met yours, a glimmer of affection shining through. Without warning, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. The unexpected gesture left you momentarily breathless, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Oscar," you whispered, your cheeks tinged red. "What was that for?"

He grinned, his gaze filled with warmth. "Well, we have babies in the future, remember?"

You playfully tugged at a strand of his hair, a familiar spark of mischief in your eyes. "Oh, is that how you're going to convince me? Using our future children against me?"

Oscar laughed, the sound that filled the air around you. "Hey, whatever works, right?"

You let out a mock sigh, shaking your head. "Fine, I guess I'll let you off the hook this time. But don't make a habit out of it."

He chuckled and pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms enveloping you. "No promises, sorry baby."

You scrunched your brows, turning to face him in his embrace. "Didn't we literally promise to take it slow like an hour ago?"

"Oops." There wasn't a hint of guilt in his eyes.

You narrowed your eyes. "Oscar… aren't you having too much fun?"

He shrugged. "Can't blame me."

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ruija · 8 months

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Since Leo is your fav what your opinion on the rest of the boys? If you don’t mind my asking I am just curious I been trying to find blogs that don’t act like Leo raph hate each other because they have differing opinions on stuff. They are siblings siblings be like that like ya know?

Hello! When it comes to 2k3 and Rise, I love all the turts very dearly. I just tend to fixate on my top blorbos, haha. I assume you're specifically asking about the 2k3 turtles, so I'll talk about them! When thinking about Leo and Raph's relationship, this extract from Leo's bio usually comes to my mind.

(Transcription: While I often disagree with Raphael, he is my brother, and I enjoy the times that we spend goofing off. I just wish that he'd try to see things from some other perspective than his own (something he no doubt says about me as well!)) I think it was originally showcased on some official 2k3 tmnt website. You can read the whole thing here. I'm super fond of this bit, because I think it sums them up very well. It's just very down-to-earth and peaceful sentiment. Leo acknowledges that yes, Raph can frustrate him a lot, but he loves him and spending time with him anyway.

AND the "something he no doubt says about me as well!" Has kind of stuck with me since the first time I saw it. Leo's like; "Yeah, I get it. I can be a pain in the shell too." And I don't think he vocalizes this sentiment, in these kind of terms in the show.

The 1st season sets up a lot of Leo vs Raph rivalry, with Leo being the responsible one and Raph rebelling against that. They have the big clash in 2nd season City at War arc. In SAINW universe they're basically on "It's On Sight(however impaired)" -terms. The 2007 movie with it's Leo&Raph drama often bleeds into 2k3 fanworks. So I get where the fanon interpretation of them hating each other comes from. I just feel like it often gets blown out of proportion. Most of the time those two get along well and rely on each other.

And since you asked how I feel about the other turtles, I'll try to summarize here what I love about them, haha! I adore 2003 Raph, because he's so damn hilarious. The gruffiness, deadpan sass, feral troublemaking, the " oh for FUCK'S SAKE!!" -energy. He has this special flavor of being so done with everything, all the time. It's so funny. And then there's his calmer side. When he's mature and reliable, a fierce protector <3.

2003 Donnie is hands down my favorite Donnie ever. His gentle, soft-spoken nature, patience and kindness are so special. He's such a sweetheart! A silly boy! But he won't let you walk over him! He'll sass and shoot you with a lazergun!

I'm a huge fan of 2003 Mikey's portrayal. Because he's the classic fun-loving imp, who loves to cause trouble and goof around, but he's also very down-to-earth. He's really resilient, competent and mature when the situation calls for it. Despite his own dramatics and his brothers often teasing him, he feels trusted and respected.

Overall I appreciate how well written the turtles are in 2k3. They are very grounded, complex and multidimensional, with a lot of depth to them. And the way you get so many different dynamics with different brother combos, is endlessly fascinating.

Anyway's hope you enjoyed my ramblings. Thanks for the ask!

#ruija replies #tmnt #text post #tmnt 2003

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youremyheaven · 10 months

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What are the list of archetypes you see Punarvasu/Jupiter women embody? I know you mentioned the courtesan, the mistress, the dream girl/trophy wife, and also marrying royalty. What is it about these women that makes men see them as the ideal and are even willing to risk their marriage/livelihood for them? I’m a Punarvasu Moon. I wish I could completely analyze my Vedic birth chart, but I’m not good at Vedic astrology yet. I’m actually learning a lot from your posts.

about archetypes; look out for my future posts💛

i had already mentioned in my posts about Cancer being the most feminine sign. Be it tropical or vedic, Cancer is the height of femininity.

A tropical Cancer can in vedic be Ardra, Punarvasu or Pushya

3 nakshatras fall into Cancer rashi;

Punarvasu 20 degree gemini to 3 degree cancer

Pushya 3-16 degree cancer

Ashlesha- 16-29 degree cancer

In sidereal, Ardra falls entirely within the Gemini constellation and Ashlesha is tropically entirely Leo. therefore the only nakshatras that tropically and vedically remain in Cancer are Punarvasu & Pushya

I exclude both Ardra & Ashlesha nakshatras when I speak about Cancerian femininity because imo they're not truly representative of it (i'll make a future post regarding it)

but in order to understand what makes these women so desirable to men, we must first understand "desirability" itself. sexual polarity is what creates desire and being innately yin, these women attract yang and encourage men to be more yang. ive often seen discussions about femininity online (be it soft girls, divine feminines or trad wives) and there seems to be a certain emphasis on appearing gentle and submissive but this is slightly misguided.

Cancerian women embody true femininity because they are kind, and naturally receptive (yin) they seek to absorb yang energy because they have none of it within themselves. This pull (some call it neediness) means seeking out that active yang energy, this makes men eager to serve them and do things for them. Yang is an active force and it NEEDS to feel useful. Cancer is a passive sign and it needs to draw upon external yang energy. HOWEVER this hardly means they're doormats or meek and "submissive" (the way this word is commonly understood), it takes a great deal of wisdom to understand the kind of power these women possess. they are "steel magnolias."

a docile, submissive girl will not enthral or magnetize anyone, Punarvasu & Pushya are ruled by Jupiter & Saturn, these are masculine planets and in my understanding these women are emotionally very masculine and in order to compensate for how masculine/androgynous they feel internally, they project a very hyperfeminine manner & conduct. they make more of an effort to "appear feminine" in dressing, style, manners than most other women because internally they don't feel feminine enough. thats why their femininity is so exaggerated, its almost like they're putting on a performance (im NOT calling them fake)

what this means is that they are emotionally cultivated and well developed and not doormats. they project gentleness and a certain vulnerability but they are resilient & strong. this creates intrigue and makes them enthralling to men. someone who seems needy but does not need you at all? it makes the guys go weak in their knees

Cancer is the Mother archetype. how are mothers? they are nurturing, gentle, loving and stern without being harsh (ideally) you don't want to hurt mom, because she's THE woman in your life (i know that everyone has a different dynamic with their mom but im speaking in the broadest possible terms)

Yang energy is the energy of giving and both Punarvasu & Pushya women are known for marrying well. their naturally receptive energy enables them to connect to men who want to give to them endlessly; be it royal titles, wealth, status or their lives 👀🤭

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R! FO4 Companions React to a Sole who Can't Handle Softness Due to Bad Past Relationships

(Ask) if you’re still doing requests, could I get romanced companions with a courier/lone/ss who’s only experienced bad relationships and don’t know how to handle softness?

And with this, here is the final installment of this prompt! Took long enough, right? 😅 Anyways, let me know if you'd like to see anyone else at all, and I can always add!

Also, here are the FO3 and the FONV versions of this prompt as well, if you wanna check them out!

Included Below: Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Danse, Deacon, Gage, Hancock, Kent Connolly, MacCready, Nick, Piper, Preston, & X6-88

Also, just some TWs for you all: mentions of problematic/unhealthy relationships, allusions to emotional and physical abuse, as well as indirect references to nonconsensual sexual actions.

Cait:

It took Cait longer than she'd like to admit to realize that anything was wrong. Sole and her, well… She supposed she didn't need to be awfully touchy with them, the way so many were, so many had been with her... but when she noticed the way they tensed when she did make a move to reach out to them, when she saw the unease in their expression and the tremble in their hands when she rose her voice, or began to get angry. Even when it had nothing to do with them, Sole still seemed so nervous around her.

Cait brought it up first, trying to keep her voice low, trying to refrain from sounding hurt or accusatory.

Do they really think I'd hurt them?

She's not ignorant to the way people tend to view her, to the rough front she puts off, but for Sole to flinch away from her touch like that, the way she used to when her parents sold her to those monsters.

How can they believe I would be so cruel? And still want to be with me…

In her own way, she voiced her concerns to her partner, her voice getting higher and louder with each moment they spent not responding to her. Couldn't they see how important this was? How bad it hurt her to know that the one she loves might fear her? Sole wasn't supposed to be afraid.

Everyone else was.

Anyone who meant Sole harm, those are the folks who should be flinching away and cowering. And Cait told her partner as much.

When Sole revealed the truth to her, Cait felt foolish. How could she have not predicted that? She's more familiar with abuse than anyone else she's known… In a strange way, the news invigorated her, sure it made her furious enough to clench her fists to the point of pain, but it also presented an opportunity. A chance to prove everyone wrong presented itself; to show her parents, the ones who hurt her, and to show Sole's spouse that, even despite everything, all odds, they can come back from that horrific shite. Those assholes thought they would corrupt them both for good? Thought they could rip their ability to trust and to love straight out from the root and burn it with the heat of their cruel fury? They were wrong. Sole could come back from this. They both could. They're both strong, resilient, and stubborn as all hell, and if anyone can prove those assholes wrong, it was them. Together, they'd make everyone see that it's possible. Possible to heal, to come back from the brink, to trust again, to love again. Despite all odds.

Curie:

Sole insists that their warning had nothing to do with Curie's behavior from the very start of the conversation. The synth has been nothing but gentle and tentatively affectionate from the beginning, her own uncertainty and inexperience keeping their steady progress towards a more physical relationship slow and controlled. Even after Sole told her the truth of it, told her some of the actions they may involuntarily take in response to her touches and words; the way they might twitch away uncomfortably, how they automatically refuse to accept her praise and compliments without a pained expression dragging at their face, even then, she knew it bothered her. More so, even, now that she knows why.

As soon as the ragged words left her partners lips, Curie felt uncharacteristic anger boil in her belly, hurt pinching painfully at her chest, and sorrow clouding her bright eyes.

Sole was too good for zhis.

She couldn't even try to rationalize. No one deserved to be treated cruelly by their partner, but Sole? Her partner? She only knew them as sweet and caring, kind-hearted, selfless…

'Ow could anyone treat zhem zhat way?

It made her feel sick.

Now that Curie knows though, she's even more careful. She asks before touches and kisses, not most of the time, but every time. She gives compliments not as freely, but she assures her partner that she means every single one. She retains her softness, her gentleness, and she makes an effort to try and get Sole help, if they want it. Curie's a doctor, and she enjoys communicating as openly as possible with her partner, but proper therapy is good for everyone, especially people who've suffered as much as Sole has.

Sometimes it's difficult for her to take the lead in the relationship, due to her overall inexperience with all of these new actions and sensations, but if it's what works for Sole, if they can help guide her, then both of them may benefit from this learning experience and really begin the slow, steady process towards the close, serious relationship they both know they crave.

Synth! Codsworth:

He's speechless when Sole tells him the truth about their old relationship. He feels foolish and guilty and he apologizes profusely, constantly reiterating that he had no idea, or else he would've forced it to stop, reported it to the proper authorities, been a steel shoulder for Sole to lean on, anything. Even after Sole assures him that they tried to keep it a secret from everyone, yes, even him, Codsworth is still distraught.

The synth has always tried to be sensitive to Sole's feelings, even before his change to this new form. He's been observant of their actions, tried to read them in the way his programming insisted he be able to in order to best provide for them, but this… This is different now.

He finds himself becoming even more attentive to them, even to the point of being a bit overbearing until they insist for the 20th time that they're okay, they just wanted him to know the truth, in case he ever felt they were acting strangely towards him.

But that's just it, isn't it? Sole wasn't acting strangely at all. They'd been this way since he knew them. So, how could he have not picked up on this? As a caretaker, he feels as though he's failed his sweet Sole, but as their partner? Codsworth just wants to make up for it, not dwell on the past, and just be there for them now, and make sure he never acts similarly to how their partner once did. And with all his worrying and attention to detail? Sole doesn't see how he could think that was even a possibility.

Danse:

The Brotherhood (ex) Paladin hasn’t had an overabundance of examples or experience in the realm of romantic relationships, but he still thinks it's odd that his partner is so subdued with their affections, and he knows damn well that they shouldn’t be frightened of him. He’s on the larger side, and his voice is deep, loud and gruff, so he’s used to being seen as intimidating, but surely with Sole, this shouldn’t be the case.

Is he doing something wrong? Has he done something to frighten them? Danse knows he would never intentionally hurt his partner, but it seems as though they don’t feel the same way… He blames himself before they tell him the truth. He was/is their CO after all, perhaps he’s been too harsh on them, maybe he wasn’t cut out for relationships, maybe they weren’t attracted to him, maybe since he'd relied on them so much, they just felt as though they were responsible for his feelings… If they don’t like his physical presence being within a certain proximity to them, if they flinch away, if they don’t initiate physical contact with him, maybe that means they’re afraid of him.

Just the thought of that made Danse's chest ache painfully. He may not be particularly experienced in these matters, but he’s certain that one partner of a committed, romantic relationship should absolutely not be afraid of their counterpart.

He’d be the one to bring it up, voicing his concerns to his partner in as honest and direct a way as he can, and when they reveal the truth... he feels even more foolish.

How could he have missed this? Was he really so selfish as to focus on himself, when it was his partner that was suffering in silence? Danse would express his apology to them, and ask quietly how he could possibly help them through this, help make the transition easier for them as they get used to being in a relationship again. Danse’s affinity for communication helps a lot in this regard, and with Sole’s guidance, as well as Danse’s existing hesitancy with physical affection, the pair work together to slowly incorporate more of what they are both comfortable with, and what they both want in the relationship as it progresses. It's slow going, but even as Sole reassures him, and asks for his patience, he recalls requesting that same such thing when they first confessed their feeling for him, and he no longer finds himself doubting their affections for him. Even on his hardest days, he knows that he has Sole, and he frequently assures his partner that they have him in return.

Deacon:

The Railroad agent feels fucking awful after Sole spills the truth to him. All this time, all the times he’s jokingly given them shit for their hesitancy, for their intimacy issues, if only to distract them from his own. Once they reveal the truth though… yikes. He wishes it were a joke, he wishes they could lie to him the way he’s been doing to everyone else for years, but when they make it clear that they’re dead serious, he just… he doesn’t even know where to begin with his apology.

Deacon’s seen more than his fair share of shit in this plucky little world of theirs, but he could never imagine turning his anger towards the ones who actually managed to care about him. Sure, there was a time when Deacon was the most assholey of all assholes, he’ll admit that, but that shit ended with Barbara. She made him better, he did it for her, and couldn’t have done a fraction of it without her by his side. Why the hell would anyone hurt someone who loves them? In such a way that can transcend those 200 years and make it so they still can’t make eye contact with him in the rare moments he removes his sunglasses, or they can’t withstand one of his already-awkward hugs without flinching away or tensing up.

Deacon may be pretty shit with intimacy, and it may too come from a place of trauma. Not that he’d really admit that, but Sole knows it anyway, and with him, it was because of what he lost, not because of what had been done to him. That stomach-churning cocktail of guilt, of anger, regret, and deep grief, yeah, that’s what kept him from reaching out first, to opening the heart that he still felt belonged to Barbara. Even in death.

This though? This inability to love someone the way they wanted, not because of guilt or grief, but because of fear… He couldn’t imagine it. And he had a pretty wild imagination.

Should’ve known though... Sole was so perfect, there was bound to be something off with them, and he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought of it, but damn, how he’d hoped it was just a false assumption.

He’d make up for his negligence though, even if it killed him. Deacon tends to laugh off every chance he has to be genuine with them, but he fucking tries. Tries to hold their hand when he can see the way they want to, tries to kiss first and not make a big deal out of the tender action, and he keeps his loud voice and spazzing to a minimum. Whereas before he might’ve flinched away from them just as hard, for a much different reason, he now forces himself to remain still, even if he’s uncomfortable, even if it’s tough, because he knows how difficult it must be for them to reach out in the first place. If they can do it, hell, so can he.

Gage:

Can’t Sole see that this shit just frustrates him?

It might’ve been fun at first, this whole “playing hard to get” shit. The way they wouldn’t meet his gaze, how they make it seem like they crave his touch, and then suddenly pull away, how they look so damn nervous around him at times. It was a nice sort of challenge at first, a change in pace from the brutal, fearless Overboss he knew in public, but now he was gettin' sick of it.

If they were trying to get him even more riled up with the way they kept teasing him and acting all hesitant and meek, all this playing hard to get, it was fucking working, but then let him act on it, you know? Or else, what’s the point? What the hell do they get out of it, just teasing him and then leaving him all hot and frustrated? If it was a joke, or some sort of payback for some shit he’s done, that’s fine. He probably deserved it, or at least would think it’s kinda funny once or twice, but it’s been weeks of this shit, and Gage is fuckin’ tired of it.

The hell’s the point of bein’ with ‘em if he can never actually be with them? One evening, he finally snaps and asks. They were kissing him, an' they'd been the ones to initiate it, even, and then, just as he wrapped a hand around their waist to pull them closer, to get to the good bit, Sole wrenched away from him with a nervous laugh.

Who was this? His Overboss was a beast. The one who’d taken down Colter and demanded respect from all the other well-established bosses while hardly breaking a sweat, but they can’t handle a hand on their waist? Can’t look him in the eye? What the hell were they playing at?

Maybe he was a little harsh when he asked them what their problem was, but he was just so frustrated. Did they not like him or some shit? Then why were they playing this whole game at all?

So yeah, sure, he could’ve been nicer about asking them what’s goin’ on, but did it really warrant these tears in their eyes? Why the hell was Sole so damn sensitive around him?

When they’d finally spoken up and gotten through their confession, Gage is the one who can’t make eye contact. He feels like such an asshole. He’s not even mad that Sole didn’t tell him, what right did he have to know about the dark secrets of their past? Especially when he was treating them the way he was? An' now that he thinks about it, he realizes he should’ve known. Should’ve seen the signs. He’s been around enough shits who treat their partner wrong to know what to look for.

He apologizes to them quietly, seething beneath the surface as images of Sole's old partner mistreating them flashed through his head.

I may be a bit of an asshole, but I ain’t a fucking monster. I know when I’ve got something good, and I don’t intend to waste it cuz I got mad or some shit. He promptly and firmly tells ‘em that they ain’t never gonna be treated that way again, not by anyone, not when they’re with him. Gage is a lot of things, and sure, he knows he can be pretty vile, but when it comes to Sole? He’d rather throw himself off the Fizztop balcony than intentionally hurt them. Nah, he’s supposed to prevent that kinda shit, and that’s what he’d fuckin’ do.

Gage is definitely more accustomed to violence than he is softness, but dammit, he’s gotta make up for his false assumption and his insensitivity. Sole is too good for him, and he’s not oblivious to that fact, so though it’s strange for him, he tries to tone down his aggressive nature when they’re alone together. He promptly quits his teasing of them, and his prying, now letting them decide where he touches and for how long. He keeps his gruff voice soft when they’re alone, finding he prefers it that way anyway. No one’s ever shuddered from his breathy whispers the way Sole does, and that shit lights a fire in him.

A fire that he keeps well under his control until the exact moment Sole consents, usually in the form of some rasped type of begging, an' then Gage shows 'em what it's like to be ravished by someone who cares, who knows how to make 'em feel good, how to drain all their troubles away with a couple o' heated touches, both reverent and aggressive in equal measure. When Gage finds that delicate balance of comfortability and trust with his partner, he's relieved as hell to know that, even with his past, the way he looks, the way he acts, Sole still chose to be with him. He doesn't intend to take that shit for granted.

Hancock:

They’d assured Hancock time and time again that his appearance was never something that bothered them. That his touch, though rough, was something that they craved, that they wanted, even when it made them flinch, that the dark hue of his eyes weren’t something he should feel self-conscious about when they refuse to meet his gaze, that his low voice was one that they enjoyed listening to, even when it caused them to shudder.

Hancock trusted them, and more than anything, he wanted to continue doing so. Wanted to believe them, even though their actions were so dissimilar from the things they told him. After a month of being together, of him wanting, needing to be closer to the one he loved more than, god, more than anything else he could think of, and being unable to, he had to voice his concerns.

Sole was his everything, and he wanted them to be just that for the rest of their lives, but if they couldn’t stand his touch, couldn’t look at him… well, it’s not fair of him to stay with them now, is it? He desperately wants them to feel the same, but he knows it isn’t something he can force. It’s up to them. It always has been, and always will be, all he has to do is ask, know, for good. So they don’t have to feel guilty, so he doesn’t need to keep forcing this on them, so they can know that he’ll always care for them, that he won’t leave them, won’t stop being their friend, even if they don’t feel the same way about him.

Hancock feels like a damn fool when they tearfully reveal the truth, and he cannot believe how ashamed they are to tell him. They shouldn’t be the ones feeling ashamed, living with the scars of their partner’s abuse when that asshole rested peacefully in their frozen casket.

Fucking bastard. I wish they were still alive, if only so I could make ‘em pay for this shit. So I could make ‘em suffer.

He’d apologize, maybe for what had happened to them, maybe for not seeing it sooner, maybe for not believing them when they told him they weren't repulsed by him the way he thought they might be, maybe all of it.

They meant what they said about me…

That still baffled him. He was so sure he had it all pegged, that he knew what was plaguing them after all this time, but now, well… Now Hancock would do everything in his power to make them forget what it was like to be treated so badly. What he has in store for them will be so good, so healthy, so easy, and effortless, so warm and tender, that they’ll wonder what it ever was they thought could go wrong. And if anyone ever tries to hurt them again, Hancock will see to it that that person never makes it out unscathed, if only to make up for the one monster he wishes he could have paid such mind when they were living.

Kent:

The fact that Sole even chooses to be with Kent is a mystery to him. One long session of talking their ear off about the Silver Shroud, and he was absolutely hooked on the vaulty. They listened so well, cared about what he said, they were kind to him, sat through the whole thing and never once called him crazy or strange… Maybe those weren’t the only criteria required to immediately fall head over heels for someone, but Kent was so unused to genuine compassion that he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them. Then, when they became the Silver Shroud? When they saved him from a horrific fate, like the real hero they are? He’d never been more in love with someone. When they said they felt the same, when they smiled at him one day in that little back room decorated with comic book posters and told him that they cared for him… Kent was sure he’d died and ascended to some glorious afterlife where his wildest dreams could somehow come true.

Just the fact that Sole was with him was incredible, and he felt that if he was too eager, too forthcoming with his feelings in either a physical or verbal way, he would scare them off. They would realize how strange he was, like everyone else had. Maybe it would frighten them, how much he already loved them, so early on, but with Sole, how could he help it?

Kent’s as unfamiliar with softness as he is with hand-to-hand combat or the inner workings of a nuclear power plant, and he would never push Sole on something they didn’t first initiate. So, the fact that physical closeness doesn't happen all that often isn't really surprising. This isn’t because Kent doesn’t want it, far from it, but he just doesn’t realize that it’s something he could ever have. He’s a ghoul. He's from a different time. He’s odd. He’s lucky to have Sole even look at him, much less touch him. So he never utters any complaint about their hesitancy with him, and he never notices their flinching and discomfort in regards to himself, only to those around them. When they go to the Hotel Rexford for a drink, or down to the Third Rail to hear some music, he sees the way loud voices make them shudder, how they can’t do eye contact, how anxious they get when strangers lay a hand on them, even when it seems innocent.

Some small part of him is relieved that it's not just something to do with him. Another part of him is concerned, but he keeps his lips sealed. If Sole wants him to know something about them, they’ll tell him. He hopes.

When they do, though, when they notice the way Kent raises his brows when they flinch away from a loud-talking stranger, Sole sits him down and tells him the truth of it. By the end of their hushed confession, Kent’s hands are shaking. How could someone who says they care about them do this? How could they take Sole’s love for granted like that? What was wrong with them?

And why would Sole stay with someone like that when they deserve nothing less than perfection?

That was the same question he asked himself whenever they rested their head against his shoulder, or when they sat with him for hours on end, talking about nothing in particular, but smiling all the same. Now he’s just glad they ended up with someone who reveres them the way he does. The way they deserve.

He may be a ghoul, he may be unorthodox at times, he may be inexperienced and over eager when it comes to loving them, but he knows he appreciates them, he knows that he would never hurt them, no matter what. Though he’s sure they know that, he tells them anyway, and he tells them often.

Slowly, Kent becomes more comfortable being open with Sole about the depth of his feelings for them. He had no idea how much they needed to hear it, and he’ll be darned if he doesn’t do everything he can to make them even a fraction of how happy they make him. Eventually, he even gets the guts to brush a hand over theirs, to press a kiss to their cheek, to scoot closer when they sit beside one another, and when he sees the way they reciprocate, hesitant as it may be, it warms him from the inside out. He’s never been in love like this before, never had someone who craved his touch the way Sole does, never had someone who overcame their fears for him, who called him “their hero”.

That one got him. Tears filled his eyes as they said those few words, and Kent Connolly would vow right then and there that, like a true hero, he would never let them down.

MacCready:

As much as MacCready tries to put up the ruthless mercenary front, he can't fool his partner into believing he's not a complete romantic at heart. When it comes to the softer moments, he really wants to be physically affectionate, and verbally complementary and sincere. MacCready knows better than most what it's like to lose someone he truly loves, and he doesn't intend to waste time with words unspoken and actions unacted upon. However… though he has insisted to Sole that he's moved on and recovered enough to even be in a relationship again, those tender expressions of care and devotion continue to be difficult for him to initiate. As much as he wants to hold them close, to reach out, to open up to them more than he already has, and be his vulnerable romantic self, his anxiety and the guilt he knows he shouldn't feel remain so prevalent in his mind and heart, that he finds himself physically unable to initiate, even when he wants to.

It almost puts him off, how okay with it Sole seems. They don't complain about his reservations, they don't initiate in his place, they don't act with him the way he wishes he could act with them.

But Sole and I… we're so similar…

He said it when they first began their relationship, and he's known it ever since. They're two sides of the same coin, and maybe, just maybe, the reason they're not behaving more affectionately in his stead, is because that same self-guilt is tainting their mind and actions as well. He said it almost off-handedly one night, as they lay beside one another, as he forced his hand to lay over their stomach and he felt them tense beneath his touch. He tried to explain his behavior, and mentioned quietly that he was glad they were so similar. That they both had to deal with the grief of losing their spouse, and the guilt that comes with trying to move on.

Sole was silent. He couldn't even feel the rise of their breath after he spoke to them. He allowed it for a moment, knowing the subject was hard, but, when they didn't move at all, he began to panic.

They had to sit up, and he pulled his hand away, hauling his own body up beside them as their breathing hastened. He'd been so nervous that he took it too far, that he assumed too much, that he maybe made them realize that they weren't over their spouse, that they weren't ready to be with him, and he found his own breath picking up in panic. Finally, Sole opened their mouth, and they told him the truth about their spouse. About the one he thought they loved and missed so much that they couldn't be with him, even after their old partner had died and he was living. But the truth of their hesitancy with their relationship was even worse than he imagined.

Initially, MacCready's anger makes him red-faced and accusatory, not at Sole, of course, never at Sole, but he sees the way his response affects them, how their eyes widen and they turn away with arms wrapped securely around their body, and he cools down immediately at the sight of it, taking a breath and letting his anger dissolve before apologizing. He just can't begin to understand why Sole would stay with a partner who treated them so horribly, and yet... They're selfless enough that maybe he could see it. If Sole felt that their spouse needed them, even at the expense of their own comfort and happiness, then maybe it made sense. But that still didn't make it right. Sole deserved so much better.

MacCready continues his hesitant sort of care afterwards, much more aware now of their own tentative actions and shy reciprocations, feeling a deep sense of relief and affection for his partner when he sees that they’re trying to get over their past wounds for him. The same way he’s trying so hard to do with them. It’s slow going, this whole relationship thing, but it’s well worth it, and really? MacCready wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nick:

Nick would be the one to bring it up first. He’s observant as is, but when it comes to Sole, and especially to their comfort level in regards to him, he’s just that much more aware.

The way Sole pulls away, or flinches when he reaches for them, the way their eyes fall to the floor in the face of intimacy, or an argument, he knows that this isn’t how it should be between partners. They’ve never expressed anything but enthusiasm about being with him when it came to Nick’s own previous doubts about their relationship, his insecurities about being a synth, about Sole deserving someone better, someone human. He had no reason to believe that they were going back on their statements that he was enough, that they were happy with him, despite everything that he was, and everything that he wasn’t; and after that, he’d tried not to burden them with his own doubts. If they were happy to be with him, then he was happy to have them. Nick had to come to terms with who and what he is years ago, so if Sole can love him how he is, then he’s as content as can be.

So if it wasn’t him, and they assured him it wasn’t, then naturally, their behavior was derived from something from their past.

It didn’t take long for Nick to come to the correct conclusion, he just wished that he wasn’t right. As soon as Sole confirms his suspicions, Nick becomes supportive in every sense of the word. He’s always been good with communication, but now he’s even more meticulous with his attentions to his partner. He asks when it’s okay to be physical, usually allowing Sole to take the lead unless they ask him specifically to initiate, and he’s always there with a listening ear and cool words of reassurance and advice, if need be.

Nick’s been around a long time, and he’s seen the worst parts of people; helping complete strangers through their traumas as much as he is able is one of the parts of his job that he feels is the most rewarding, but also the most difficult. With Sole, it’s no less demanding, but it’s more worthwhile than most anything he’s ever done.

Piper:

She didn't understand it. Was she doing something wrong? Sure, Piper might not be the most experienced when it comes to relationships, but she can't really be bad enough to warrant this kind of disconnect and disinterest, right?. Again, it's not like she's ever been married or anything, but surely, disinterest isn't something you want from your partner. Especially when it comes to the more romantic aspects of their relationship.

Kissing shouldn't make them tighten their lips and suck in a nervous breath. Maybe at first, that's fine, but months into them being together? It's a little concerning. The whole "No eye contact" thing at the beginning was pretty cute, the way Sole seemed to get so nervous around her made Piper less nervous herself. Now though? It felt like her partner was avoiding her out of more than just nerves, it was too intentional to be endearing anymore. She didn't know what to do.

Piper's fist instinct was to bring it up to her partner, be open and honest about how these actions made her feel, to see why their behavior hadn't advanced over the past couple months, but wouldn't that just make it worse? Sole made her so happy, and they assured her that they felt the same. So…? What was wrong? Instead of figuring it out all on her own, she did the obvious thing, and asked Nat her opinion. Piper left out some of the more mushy details, but was as honest as she could be about the situation when she asked her sister about it. The younger girl tried to help, but mostly, she just confirmed what Piper originally thought. Confirmed that she should talk to Sole about this, since they were the only one who knew what they were trying to say with their behavior.

She was nervous. Her own eyes refusing to meet her partner's as she brought up the subject the next night. She'd been prepping for it all day, had a script and everything, but none of it really helped… or was really needed. Sole told her the truth quickly, their breath shaky as the quiet words passed their lips. They never intended to make Piper feel this doubt about their feelings, about their relationship, but they couldn't help it.

Piper's mouth hung open as the truth came out, her eyes wide and furious at the thought of someone mistreating her Blue. It didn't make sense. Why would they stay with a partner like that? They were smart, remarkably nice, attractive, they could have almost anyone, and they had to know they deserved better, so why? Despite her curiosity, she knew now wasn't the time for that question.

Instead, Piper found herself apologizing. Sole's spouse didn't deserve it, but Sole sure as hell needed to hear from another person how sorry their previous partner should've been. It would never excuse what they did, never make it better, or make it okay, but… at least it was something? To know how horrible she felt for them, that she would never treat them that way, or allow them to be treated that way again. Hopefully that gave her partner some peace of mind. After their talk, she's much more open with her communication. Asking if she's making Sole uncomfortable, seeking their verbal consent with actions she'd once thought of as simple and innocent, because now she knows. Knows that any of those actions she sees as such may be anything but, for Sole.

Preston:

From the moment Sole confessed their feelings to the minuteman, Preston was overcome with joy, with real, actual hope for his future for the first time in ages, and with an overwhelming need to be close to them in every way possible. So, when they flinch at his eager touch, he’s briefly heartbroken before he forces himself off the ledge and manages to sit down and speak with them about it.

Preston tries not to pry, but when Sole tells him the truth about their past he gets, well… Preston doesn’t lose his cool easily, he tends to remain quite calm, even in the hardest of situations, but even he has his limits, and this… This infuriates him. He wishes against all logic that he could go back in time and stop their spouse from treating them so cruelly, that he could knock some sense into the one who decided Sole ever deserved to be treated as anything but the unwaveringly kind, angelic person they are.

As much as he wants to pull them into his arms and comfort them to the best of his ability, he holds back. He loves Sole more than anything, and has almost since the moment he met them, but Preston drinks gentleman juice with every meal, and refuses to take any further action that would cause them any level of discomfort. He waits until they initiate, asks before he makes moves towards them, and takes particular care in discerning their moods before he reaches out to them physically.

The moment he notices them start to accept him without so much as a second glance, let alone a flinch or a gasp, his heart fills to the brim with affection for his partner. Sole is everything to him now. Without them, he would be gone; and any semblance of comfort he can bring them, any amount of love they allow him to smother them in, he is honored and grateful.

X6-88:

One benefit of being inexperienced in relationship-focused matters is the fact that X6 never thought there was anything wrong with Sole’s actions. Though, their hesitancy was something that became more alarming to him the longer they were together. From the beginning, the courser isn’t necessarily soft with his partner, but his actions are slow, calculated, ready to be corrected or turned away if they were incorrect or inappropriate. His experience levels in matters such as this are limited, both he and Sole are aware of this, so perhaps that was why they didn’t tend to show him their affection as readily as some couples he has witnessed. Though, he doesn’t take issue with it.

What he does take issue with is the way Sole can’t seem to hold his eye contact, the way they flinch away from his movements, how they shrink when he comes too close to them, how they refuse to speak up for themself if they think their opinion may differ from his. It’s similar to how settlers reacted to him. It was like Sole feared him.

X6 was used to it, he actually tended to revel in the fact that his imposing character did it’s job in convincing the surface dwellers of his violent capability. But with Sole? That’s not what he wanted… They were his director, his partner, Sole should be able to rely on him, they should know that he looks and acts intimidating only to ward off those who wish them harm. He only looks this way, and acts as he does to protect them. Don’t they know that?

Before Sole even has a chance to tell him their history and the reasoning behind their behavior, X6 sits them down to communicate that his intent is never to intimidate them, he wants that to be transparent in it’s clarity. When they do tell him the truth though, he’s silent.

X6 doesn’t understand why Sole would settle for someone that they fear, for someone who causes them pain, when they are as incredible as they are. Don’t they understand their potential, their worth, the respect that he holds for them? They shouldn’t take any less, shouldn’t have to settle for someone that doesn't see them in all of their glory.

The courser was always observant of Sole’s behavior, especially in regards to him, but after they tell him the truth, he’ll be even more so. He will always be cognizant of their points of pleasure and comfort, the threshold of what they consider to be acceptable contact, and the barriers that guard them from actions that may reopen their past wounds. He allows them to take the lead, as he was always expected to do. X6 isn’t in a hurry, whatever Sole is comfortable with, he will try to engage with them to that level, and no further. After what he learned, he understands the importance of being gentle and hesitant, of being communicative and observant, and his directive became clearer to him. He will ensure that Sole never feels what they did with their previous partner in his presence. The fear he demands from others in response to his mere presence, should never exist within Sole, no matter the circumstance.

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One day I'll stop thinking of steddie hcs because of Taylor Swift songs but not today, because, like. The line "to you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it" in Sweet Nothing is so Steve Harrington coded to me (CW// for implied child abuse/neglect)

Like, imagine lil baby Steve being this kind, caring kid who has his impulses towards good, towards softness forced out of him by his parents' expectations and the need to be like other boys, to perform the expected masculinity of a Midwestern golden boy.

And the worst part is that Steve likes not having to worry about anyone at first. It's a sort of freedom to give in to his basest impulses. Because the Steve of before, gentle Steve, felt everything so much. And now he knows the power, the breathtaking head rush, of not caring. He gets in trouble; mouths off at school; throws loud, messy parties; goes through girls like they're nothing, and it feels good.

Until it doesn't.

Until Nancy and Dustin and Robin. Until they start making him care again.

It's a slow return to self, like gaining consciousness after a night of binge drinking, and it hurts. Because not only are all the emotions-- the impulses towards love--crashing back into him, but so is the delayed onset guilt from his time as King; so is the trauma of averting yearly apocalypses. And Steve doesn't have any mental resilience towards this kind of pain.

And what if the only two people in the world who get it, who get Steve, are Robin and Eddie. To these two people, Steve tells the truth about becoming the boy he was before, the terrible one, the one who didn't care. He shares how easy it was, what a relief, to shed the burden of being a kindhearted boy in rural Indiana. He tells them how much it ached, back then, to do the simple, human, act of caring. How the coldness of his parents and the friends they approved of made him feel empty, made him think maybe he was unlovable, forced him to twist his very sense of self into a person he didn't recognize.

And Eddie and Robin. They know what it is to be softhearted in a place that awards hardness; a place that warped Steve's goodness into a mockery of the All-American Boy. They show him how to love with his whole self, uninhibited, but how to protect himself too. Because rediscovering his kind heart is one thing, but in a life that was privilege, money, a last name that meant something, Steve hasn't learned the kind of emotional resilience necessary to be open, vulnerable, kind.

It's with Eddie and Robin that Steve first accepts his softness, the parts of himself he learned to see as weak. And it's with them that he learns to find the strength in being a person in this world who is kind, who cares, who loves with his whole heart and without shame.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #stobin headcanons #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #steve and robin friendship #taylor swift inspired #sweet nothing #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington has bad parents #headcanon

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 7 days

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Amara Day 4

The lil ladies have been struggling because Jaxxine so BADLY wants to be best friends with Amara, but Amara is still uncomfortable with being close to others. It's actually kinda funny to watch because Jaxxi will do her lil play stretch and squeak in front of Amara and Amara will get really happy for a second, all soft ears and wiggly tail, before she remembers to be scared. She's been hanging out on the bed with all of us pretty consistently, although she still tends to slide under the bed when she gets overstimulated.

We've officially put in an order for her ID tags, safety patches, and fieldtrip harness for the end of the month (bless Chewy's autoship for the convenience of just tossing in an extra thing here and there to your next shipment so you don't have to keep thinking about it)

She's got Do Not Pet patches, a leather utility harness, a leather collar, and ID tags with our info, her name, and the quote "Scared, not Scary". I found a tag that's shaped like a bee hive and engraved "sweet as honey" which is just so stinkin cute.

Today we've been doing a lot of careful socializing, and I know this series is about Amara, but I am just SO proud of Jaxxine and Tobi, and how they're interacting with Amara. Tobi can be kinda reactive himself, because he's always had chronic "tiny dog" anxiety, and has spent significantly more time socializing with cats than with dogs. And Jaxxi of course is an infinitely excitable lil baby gorl who has never met a friend she didn't love. In their own unique ways, their base temperaments were likely to be tough on Amara.

But much to my delight, both Tobi and Jaxxine have been so respectful of Amara's boundaries, and so firm-but-gentle about their own. Tobi has repeatedly tried to herd Amara in and out of the house for potty trips because he noticed she wasn't going on her own and he was worried. He kept running back to her, giving a lil yap, and then trotting back to the deck, only to turn back around and try again whenever she got anxious and stopped following him. Jaxxine has been so attentive to Amara's communication, and so snuggly with her whenever it's allowed. I'm so proud of my lil lovebugs and how well regulated and polite they've become. Amara has been visibly relaxing more and more each day, and despite her lingering trauma responses, she has mostly settled into a foundation of security with us.

I'm also really pleased with how resilient Amara's health seems to be. Four days into a healthy kibble, ground rabbit, and nutritional supplement milk has already started to restore a nice lustre to her fur, reduced the impact of her muscle fatigue/distressed movement, and reduced her dry nose. I'm still seeing a fair amount of scarring on the tips of her ears, but I'm hoping to start introducing her to more involved medical care and grooming this weekend. I'm thinking probably daily astringent cleansing and a carrier oil or whipped butter moisturizer massaged in via scar tissue scrungling. We have roses and crab apples, so maybe I can press some blossom oil for her. If not, I'll whip some shea.

We've got a lot left to work on, but I'm feeling very optimistic about Amara's responsiveness to care.

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I genuinely adore their relationship to be honest. Like can you imagine after having a heavy public life like Taylor but then you have one person that is extremely.........normal. You wrote a poem about me? You're a genius. You love me? Already knew that. They think you're a man eating evil witch? Doesn't matter. Wanna drink beer with me? Like her confidence while saying all you wanted was sweet nothing, my baby loves me like I'm brand new,you and me forevermore is sooo beautiful. I want that oneday

same. 💗 can i say something unbelievably soft and sappy from my little hopeless romantic heart that i've been thinking about at length since midnights was released?

their relationship is one of the most beautiful love stories, and lives in a very unique sphere because of the type of person and songwriter taylor is. i cannot think of another real love that has been charted across multiple works from an artist and told to the audience in such a vulnerably honest, touching way. she's let us hear that. she's let us in on those moments she's chosen to share, and every piece fits into this tapestry she's woven of how her life has blossomed with him. she's shared some very tough moments about how damaged she felt and how she maybe didn't even know how to let a gentle, genuine person into her life, how to accept that love, and she's exposed a couple of times where she thought she'd nearly lost it, only to be met with compassion. it doesn't mean he's perfect, he's a human being, she's a human being, they both mess up and make mistakes and have fights, but the foundation they've created is so solid and the love they prioritize is precious and true. they've worked together to make that last. it doesn't require a certificate to make it true, it doesn't need outside approval - and the not needing that is part of why she's been able to openly share with us, i think. taylor has always been a heart-on-her-sleeve girl, it's part of why we love her and feel empathy for her, and her writing about him has this irrepressible trust and softness and confidence in it that's gorgeous (ding!) to hear her express.

i cannot fathom what it would be like to live with the weight and scrutiny of her life, the cruelty and mistreatment she's endured from many sides. she is remarkably resilient, and yet still says she's "too soft for all of it," and tbh that makes me admire it even more. she hasn't lost her softness and her authenticity even though she's had to fortify herself. when she said, "i want to still have a sharp pen, and a thin skin, and an open heart," she has absolutely kept that. i'm so glad that through the tumult and hurt and noise, they found one another, and she has someone who supports her and loves her as the woman she is, in such a normal way, which is the sweetest thing someone whose life is otherwise quite abnormal could find.

i feel like we haven't talked enough about the connection between "midnights" as a title, and when she wrote, "i want your midnights" on new year's day, which is all about the exhale, the simple moments together.

i stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes. with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover, my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings that became my religion. i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden. one single thread of gold led me to you. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret. we live in peace, but if someone comes at us, this time i'm ready. when i was shipwrecked, i thought of you, in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, but i swear, you were there. everyone's up to something, i find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings; outside, they're push and shovin', you're in the kitchen hummin', all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing. you knew the entire time.

everyone deserves a love like that, and it's been so beautiful hearing about it and seeing her shine within it.

#anonymous #letterbox #I AM EMOTIONAL #i love them so much #taylor swift #joe alwyn #midnights

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deejadabbles · 6 months

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OC ask for Terra and Echo! I want to learn more about them!

1. What were their first impressions of one another?

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

47. Who made the first move?

@starrylothcatThank you so much friend! I'm going to love sharing more about her with you guys <3

Terra x Echo

1. What were their first impressions of one another?

Terra was the batch's medic before they rescued Echo, so they first met during that mission. At first, Terra is only concerned with Echo's health and getting him safely out off Skako Minor, after that though, I think she's very taken in by his obvious resilience. She's impressed by that and his intelligence right off the bat for sure (I mean man wakes up from THAT POW nightmare and is instantly strategizing? Dang, man is made of strong stuff). Echo's first impression of her is that she's competent for a natborn and obviously has some compassion. His very first interaction with her was waking up from that pod and her checking him over. She was efficient and professional, but there was still compassion in the way she softened her voice when asking him questions, making sure not work too roughly even given the urgency of the moment.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

I hope you don't mind cheese bc this is gonna get cheesy lol Terra loves Echo eyes, they're so deep and expressive and she loves the color of them. She loves that twinkle they get when he's on his mischief, that softness during quiet moments with his brothers (and eventually how soft they get when he looks at her), she just really loves his eyes <3 Echo really loves Terra's hands. Despite how rough they feel she can be very gentle, especially when she's doing her medical procedures, which Echo appreciates given...everything. He loves how graceful they are when she plays her hallikset and could watch her fingers work the instrument for hours.

47. Who made the first move?

Echo for sure! Echo knows himself and what he wants, but he also knows Terra has a very troubled past. He take his time, slowly getting more and more flirty in ways that feel natural, familiar, even, and the more she reciprocates, the more he leans in. Eventually, in a moment where they're both sitting in the cockpit of the marauder, on the night watch together, they're talking quietly, about anything and everything. Before they know it they're leaning in closer, Echo reaches up to touch her cheek and closes the distance between their lips leaving just enough time for her to pull away if she wanted to. She doesn't, of course, she leans in as well <3

asdfghjkl any way thank you so much for these my dear! I have so many ideas for these two 🥹

#oc: terra #terra x echo #oc ask game #star wars ocs

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mysterycharacterflowers · 6 months

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Round 1; A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas Vs Forget-me-nots

If you know who they are, or are pretty sure of it, please don't tell until this poll has ended!

First, let's talk about the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas

Meaning: White Chrysanthemums: represent grief and are a way to pay respects to the deceased, especially family. Orchids: represent strength and beauty in the face of adversity. They can symbolize his resilience and the beauty he brings to the lives of those around him. Irises: are a symbol of hope and wisdom. They can represent his ability to persevere and make wise decisions despite the difficulties he has faced. Blue Hydrangeas: can symbolize deep emotions and understanding. They can represent both the grief he feels due to losing his family and the understanding to push through regardless. Description: This is a young man who has faced a series of hardships in life, lacking guidance and living day-to-day without clear goals or ambitions. He has lost both his parents and his older sister in car accidents, leaving him with no immediate family except for his goddaughter. Despite not even having a girlfriend previously, he now has to adapt to caring for a baby without much, if any, support. It's heavy, but he carries it extremely well. He's a very loving person and has been a great father thus far, all things considered. He's hard working, compassionate, and above all else wants to do his family proud. He is so tired though. He doesn't find himself smiling often. Poor thing.

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Now, let's talk about the Forget-me-nots

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: For one it's kind of an association thing; he's a very soft and gentle person, but also upbeat and dedicated to the people he cares about. He would also like the color and shape of the flowers, and he'd enjoy having a bunch around his living space just because they're pretty. Symbolism wise, too, he loves deeply and is loved deeply and is missed deeply. In a sense he's like a personification of the flowers, almost, but not quite. I just associate forget-me-nots with him a lot. Description: He's cheerful, excited to be alive, and loves the world deeply, always wanting to know more about it. He's very good at seeing the brighter side of things, and is endlessly encouraging and supportive, though not overbearing and pushy about things. He's also deeply curious, and will dedicate himself to learning more about what he's interested in at any given point, and he has many passions he's developed over the years besides his main one. He's almost kind of cheesy with how he expresses his affection because he's very genuine with it, but his loved ones know that about him and only love him all the more. Also he's agender. No gendered terms like 'brother' or 'boy' for him pls

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#round 1 #mysterious character 2: bouquet of marigolds - edelweiss - rhododendron #mysterious character 2: forget-me-nots

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hey guys so uhhh folks keep going back and forth between will being a baby or will being a bad*ss and i'm just so tired of it.......

like he is so much more nuanced than either one... (if you're going to read, please read the whole thing! thank you!!)

there are the baseline observations that will is quiet, sensitive, maybe a little shy; he's sweet and loyal and incredibly selfless; in addition, he's frequently a victim of terrible circumstances, with unfortunately little agency to fight for himself. none of these observations are objectively incorrect, even if they're just a fraction of the observations that can be made.

some fans flanderize how shy and sweet will is, framing him as a cute crybaby in need of protection (which is ironic, as will canonically hates when people treat him like that). to them he's a sad gay boy, a soft little angel with teary doe eyes; they attribute a stereotypical femininity to him, a helplessness, making him a fragile damsel in distress. these fans take the canon aspects of will's personality and warp them, not only making them larger than life but also romanticizing them.

an opposing interpretation of will seemingly came about in opposition to "baby will" - many fans were reasonably unhappy with this belittling take on him, and so highlighted other aspects of his personality.

great, right? it'd be nice for people to perceive will as a whole person as opposed to a list of stock traits... it'd be nice for people not to ignore character traits of his that don't align with their perception of his character...

but alas, these fans traded in "baby will" for "bad*ss will" - a take i don't like either.

"bad*ss will" comes in two varieties: bad*ss villain will and bad*ss hero will. the latter is better than the former, but not by much. both involve will being uncharacteristically violent and confident, standing up for himself in a way that often involves firearms.

before delving into either of these varieties i should point out that yes, will isn't just a sweet shy little boy. he's incredibly brave and incredibly resilient, able to survive the upside down for a week and stand up to the mind flayer - and yes, he canonically knows how to operate a gun. will is also shown to be stubborn at times; he's an annoying little brother, perfectly willing to point out how his siblings have no friends; he also does curse, even if that cursing is nothing compared to the constant swearing of his friends. will's a strong kid. i can't accept "baby will" because he simply isn't a baby.

...but does that make him a bad*ss?

some people really want will to stand up for himself in st5, to finally have agency, to fight back against everything that's harmed him; i completely understand that.

some people think that will should become the villain in st5, getting revenge on the people in his life who have demeaned him, neglected him, and bullied him. they think that will has been through so much that he'll snap, his kindness being broken down by pain. they want will to be a villain, a tortured soul with a traumatic backstory who deserves to give everyone the hell he got condemned to - they want him to be a bad*ss villain.

others think that will should become the hero in st5, getting revenge on the upside down for ruining hours life and the lives of his loved ones. they want to see him confidently wielding a gun against vecna, unfazed by the circumstances that would've caused him to run and hide in his younger years. they want will to rise up from adversity and stop being the victim - they want him to be a bad*ss hero.

what really bugs me about these interpretations is that they completely gloss over the aforementioned observations of will being gentle and cautious - even though they're true. saying that will is timid, that will is kind, or that will is scared is not the same as saying he's a baby - because being timid, kind, or scared doesn't make you weak. after all, there is no bravery without fear.

all of these bad*ss whatever wills are conjured up only after scouring off any trait picked up be "baby will" truthers, instead favoring vague notions of will's "sass" or the fact that he can operate a gun. they make will completely out-of-character all for the sake of a fantasy in which the victim miraculously becomes confident and powerful. yes, i want will to gain confidence, but nothing i've seen contributes any ideas about how that would happen - especially considering how in st4 will's self-esteem was as low as ever, tearing up when his best friend and brother say they care about him. if he's that surprised that they love him you can't seriously expect him to suddenly love himself.

not to mention how a lot of this "bad*ss will" stuff revolves around will using a gosh darn shotgun. the only thing being addressed is the fact that there is an association between will and the accursed weapon, and the fact that he has aimed it at an upside down monster before - while completely sidestepping the trauma the gun carries with it. will only learned how to use it because of lonnie's homophobic coercion, and only actually dared to use it when scared half out of his mind by an interdimensional stalker in his garden shed. in no world could will ever be slinging a gun casually, confidently, suavely - if he's going to be aiming the gun at vecna (which he would only do if completely necessary) he's going to be anything but calm while doing so. if you wanted that, you already have nancy gosh darn wheeler. (will does not need to be your girlboss.)

my point in saying this is that will is kind. he's stubborn. he's brave. he's hesitant. he's sarcastic. he's sweet. he's shy. and none of that is contradictory. will is a character, sure, but he's complex; if you dislike will's corners being rounded off so he can be called a baby, you have to understand why i dislike will's curves being sharpened so he can be called a bad*ss. i want will to triumph, of course i do, but i want it to be him triumphing. his whole self.

will was the victim. and he can be a hero. but he shouldn't need to be a different person too.

#stranger things #will byers #st5 #wise words from will #just for the record i'm not angry at anyone for drawing will with a gun #the potential of him reclaiming that symbol of stereotypical masculinity is something that can certainly be explored #and i'm not against him shooting vecna to be completely honest #i just think that because of the 'bad*ss will' idea forming in opposition to 'baby will' it's often done without much tact #without acknowledging how much he'd need to recover before he could gain even a fraction of the confidence people are ascribing to him #i don't really think will could ever be that confident. he could in no way be cool as a cucumber in this type of situation #even if he isn't actively afraid he could never be... posing hotly with a shotgun so mike can admire him?? idk it's not my fanart hhghhghh #y'know i'm just glad most 'bad*ss will' people want him to be a hero and not a villain #because people who think will would genuinely be a villain and would genuinely want to harm people drive me insane. i hate that so so much #if you think 'will should be the hero and he should shoot vecna' then i don't actually mind that much #it's when you start turning him into nancy 2.0 that it goes south for me #he can be a hero and he can have a gun but he will never be hot or a bad*ss or a girlboss while doing so #he will be shaking trembling crying saying to vecna 'i won't let you ruin anyone else's lives like your ruined mine! etc' before shooting #i want him to stand up for himself. but standing up for yourself does not mean you have to be fearless #shaking my head did we all just forget that el's strength comes from her emotion. from her love #why should will's strength come from anywhere else #he is sensitive!!! stop treating that like an antithesis to strength!!!!!! good grief #will byers shaky with the gun. i rest my case #also i hope you appreciate the dustin meme. i find it unreasonably funny

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first off your masterlist is unbelievably organized. I am weeping with jealousy, weeping i tell you

second, what do you love best about 3 of your OCs? (pick at random, whoever you want, as long as one of them is from Whumping the Whumpers)

thank you!??!!?!?!?! 😭 I have so much shit going on it has to be organized or I'm gonna lose everything aslkdjfkk

(I'm rolling a d10 to pick them)

Phobia Whumper (Brie): I like how malleable he is. He does completely different things with each whumpee without losing an ounce of his personality or voice. He reacts differently and composes himself different, but he's always the same person in my head and I appreciate his consistency through his inconsistency.

Ida: They're just so fkin sweet, man. And their internal monologues are so soft. They live up in their head, so it's really fascinating to see how sensations affect them more than others because their other responses are all muted. They're so soft...

ETHANNNNN: Love this boy. He has SUCH a strong angsty broody voice. I love how resilient he is and how he's 110% filled with rage yet still so so so soft and gentle to people who need help.

#sand asks #oc asks #phobia whumper #ida #ethan

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nuwanders · 1 year

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OC asks part 2: 1-9, 12, 13, 16

Sorry if they’re too many! If so, just pick what you want to answer

2 has been answered already, as have 3, 5 and 12 for jórunn and cassathra! :^) answered something on character motivations (question 4) a while back. otherwise i’ve just picked out those which yield the most interesting answers for my characters.

1. What are your OC’s best and worst qualities? What do they think are their best and worst qualities?

Cassathra - best would be her passion and drive. Worst would be her recklessness.

Raydrin - best would be his kind and gentle heart. Worst would be his total lack of self-regard.

Jórunn - best would be her tenacity and resilience. Worst would be her ill temper.

Mathyas - best would be his diligence and his intelligence. Worst would be his cutthroat and callous approach to problem-solving.

3. What does their voice sound like, in a couple of words? (ie soft, scratchy, seductive, high-pitched, etc)

Raydrin - low, soft, raspy. Think somewhere between Manny Jacinto and Riz Ahmed (in terms of quality, not accent).

Mathyas - full-bodied, baritone, smooth + even cadence.

8. What is their coping mechanism?

Cassathra - Cassathra tries to keep herself busy, throwing herself into her studies and otherwise inventing projects to keep her mind off of whatever it is that is troubling her.

Raydrin - Raydrin turns to substance abuse :/ it started in the aftermath of the Great War, when he was mourning his twin sister and wanted to numb his grief, but his depression never properly cleared up so that tendency has stayed with him.

Jórunn - Jórunn withdraws from those around her and spends a lot of time on her own, minimising social contact.

Mathyas - Mathyas overthinks things in a misguided attempt to find a solution or to rationalise his way out whatever is bothering him. This is rarely possible, but it doesn't stop him trying.

12. How do they feel about romantic relationships? Are they into casual flings or more serious, long-term romances? Or are they uninterested?

Raydrin - Raydrin is a romantic; he wants stability and commitment with someone he loves. But he's only ever been in one serious relationship and that was before the war; since then, he's dallied in the occasional fling but found them largely unfulfilling, and he was never interested or emotionally available enough to put the time into looking for something more.

Mathyas - Mathyas is largely neutral on this; he's had a few serious relationships over the decades but none that ever lasted more than a few years, largely due to incompatibilities in lifestyle given his status as the son of a Redoran councillor and the duties that entails. In the meantime, he's quite happy keeping his needs met with casual flings.

13. What are their views on marriage? If they want to get married, what would their dream wedding be like?

I think Cassathra finds the idea very romantic and exciting, especially now she's removed herself from the pressures of her family and is free to pursue what she wants in life. Neither Raydrin nor Jórunn particularly care for the idea of it. Mathyas has always seen it as something that he will have to do at some point as part of his duties to his House, and he accepts this with indifference.

16. How do other characters in the story view them?

hoo boy.

Cassathra - Cassathra's peers at the College generally find her quite amenable; she's not friends with everyone but few people have reason to dislike her. Those who have classes with her may find her natural aptitude for magic a little frustrating, but she's not a dick about it. After Saarthal, she and the others in her tutorial group are treated by their year group with a degree of wariness and morbid curiosity; it becomes common knowledge that something horrible happened down there, so the other students tend to act a little like they're treading on eggshells around them.

Jórunn - those who Jórunn meets in her travels find her a little closed and standoffish, and those who know she is Dragonborn view her with varying degrees of awe and pity. Mostly people find her intimidating; they want to ask her questions, about her powers, about her disability, about how they interact, but her big ‘fuck off’ vibes mean few actually ever ask her. (etienne rarnis, for example, asks raydrin instead).

Raydrin - acquaintances are largely indifferent to Raydrin; he’s quiet and doesn’t leave a lasting impression, unless you see him in battle. Those who get to know him find him easy to get along with and pleasant company. Delphine found him (and Jórunn) both unimaginably frustrating at the start, but they are starting to grow on her; Delphine now finds Raydrin exasperating but weirdly endearing.

Mathyas - the DBH is mixed on this one. Gabriella finds him endlessly entertaining to tease. Babette and Veezara both like him. Nazir thinks he’s pathetic but in a hot kind of way respects him enough to feel sorry for him. Arnbjorn and Festus think he’s a sad, strange little man. Cicero doesn’t trust him. Astrid sees him as her pet rat and she’s teaching him tricks. Vivienne wants that twink OBLITERATED him dead but is refraining from acting on that while he’s useful to her.

#if u read all that. im impressed but u didn't have to.#ask #thelonghanddaydream #thanks for asking!#cassathra #jorunn #raydrin #mathyas

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cozmic-cali · 6 months

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omg hi i just discovered your account and i love your writing???? it gives me so many butterflies

i was wondering if you could write the luxiem boys as house husbands? idkk something about domestic aus are so soft???

House Husband/Domestic Luxiem

a/n: domestic au is top tier yall no cap. i think it's very endearing mostly bcs they're now part of your life and contributing to your living space. here's my apology post after that ike slowburn :D yall were emotionally damaged after that--

also guys, be sure to look out for an announcement post very soon after this post!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

isn’t he already lol

he def vibes househusband the most

he’s got the cooking skills, he does his chores very diligently

he’d be the most scandalous househusband honestly

he plays into the role a bit too much and uses it to purposely tease you into oblivion

being a househusband and a maid are two different things vox istg 🤦‍♀️

when you come home from work after a long day, he’s got dinner ready for you

and you always come home to a 5 star ten course meal, no matter how many times you tell vox to take it easy on himself

he’ll just lean over to kiss you on the lips as he unties the apron around his waist

“i only want the best for my spouse, what isn’t there i wouldn’t do for you?” he’ll grin, taking your hand and dragging you over to the dinner table

how much do y’all wanna bet he’s tried cooking with JUST his apron ( > _・ )

he’s one cheeky bastard so he’ll spoon feed you when you can

“vox no,” you whine, inching away from the spoon

vox clicks his tongue, “now now, my dear, you’ve had too long of a day to do anything. you need rest so let me do things for you.”

“i can eat by myself you know!!”

he doesn’t care and he’ll keep urging you to take the spoonful

it’s only because he’s hot you humor him¯\_(°‿°)_/¯

“awe was that so hard?” vox smiles mockingly as you pout. then he has the fucking audacity to spoon you another portion, “open wide, dear.”

you would insist every night that you’d wash the dishes and rly you do!

you want to pay vox back for always welcoming you with fancy meals

but again, vox akuma is a very resilient demon so he’s quick to block the sink and push you away easily

“what did i tell you about resting, hm?”

“move your ass over, vox.”

“and who are you to order me around, little one?”

swiftly without much effort, vox picks you up and places you down only when you’re in front of the bathroom

“babeeee just let me do the dishes this once!”

“not happening. come on, you need a bath. i’ll have tea ready for you once you’re done,” vox crosses his arms

srsly why are y’all arguing over who gets to wash the dishes

it’s not even about being reluctant to do it either

he’s going to undress you himself if you were being extra stubborn

not before kissing you senseless ofc <3

“mmph,” you’re interrupted as vox holds you against him

“hey, i love you,” he whispers before kissing you again. “just let me do all the work okay? you’ve worked just as hard so it’s time to take a proper break, my love.”

it’s only then you finally give in and take that bath

and when you get out, your tea (or coffee if you prefer) will be ready by the coffee table in the living room and vox already sat down by the couch waiting for you

“hello, my love. come, sit.”

he always means his lap btw-`д´-

if it had been a particularly bad day for you, vox is nothing but ready with all preparations

food problems are solved since he always cooks only the best and all your favorites

after dinner, he’s going to scoop you into his arms without another word before bathing you himself

at that point, you were just too tired to protest and plus, you loved vox’s gentle hands as he massaged the shampoo into your hair

candles of your favorite scent are lit, the lights down and some gentle music to help you relax

vox will also be whispering sweet nothings to help you release even more tension

“the day is over now, y/n. you’re safe here with me,” he whispers with a smile, brushing back a wet strand hair out of the way as he goes to kiss you

his love language as i’ve mentioned before includes acts of service, so that’s why he insists so much on doing all the housework himself and taking care of you

vox thinks you’ve worked hard enough and since you’ve done your part, it’s only right he does his

at the end of the day, work done for both you and him, he’ll have you cuddle up into his chest as he showers you in more affection

“thank you for working hard today, my dear. rest well. i love you.”

in the morning (especially on weekends), you’ll wake up to breakfast in bed without fail

he’s got all the breakfast foods covered. to fluffy pancakes, the most exquisite bacon and eggs you’ve ever had, fruits of your choice all plated so beautifully

what are you? some kind of monarch???

to vox yes, you are. 💅👑

and even tho this basically becomes a routine for you every week, you never fail to fall for vox more and more

“thank you, baby,” you smile, leaning up to kiss vox

“anything for you, my dear."

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

where should i even begin

this man doesn’t even know how to take care of himself sometimes so you were kinda worried at the beginning

and right you were!(ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩)

you’d come home to only half the laundry done (why is this shirt the size of a kid now???), things that shouldn’t be in the dishwasher and a rice cooker that hasn’t even been turned on

idk if y’all has experienced this before but that is the worst texture you could have for rice it’s both rly hard and also mushy

sorry did i ruin rice for ya 🤡

“mysta why do we have a kid sized shirt?”

“huh? wdym?”

“holy fuck is this my work shirt????”

unlike vox, i think y’all would be splitting the duties every week

mysta would do a certain list of tasks and you the same way

on day offs, you had to teach mysta to do things properly this time

yes he may have dyed your white clothes pink and shrunk your favorites the first few times, after that, he knows what he’s doing to the point you trust him with your clothes again

everything else was just about proper practice rly

instead of letting mysta do things on his own the first time, you would always help out after work

examples include helping him wash the dishes, ironing out clothes and sweeping the floors

“why is ironing clothes soo tiring,” he would whine as you handed him the iron back. “can't we just bring our clothes to a laundry place or something?”

“how much do you think that’ll cost us if we routinely come back every few days?”

you’re not tight on money but it’s better to spend it on something else other than laundry

after some time, you trust mysta with the house a lot more

we absolutely can’t forget that mysta likes to impress you when he can

one day after work, you’d be more tired than usual and doing your list of chores was going to be such a hassle

but it was the promise you made with mysta when wanting to share a home together

so imagine the surprise when you suddenly find everything done

the laundry has been done, ironed out and into their proper places, the and sink dishwasher has been cleared out and the floors properly vacuumed

you’d be looking for mysta and only find him passed out on the bed as though he just collapsed

you can’t help but smile, approaching him to brush his hair back and place a kiss on his sleeping face

“thank you, baby,” you’d whisper as he continued to doze off

okay i might’ve said we would trust mysta with chores a little while after sharing a house

but the fact never changes that we will never trust mysta with the kitchen

feels like you need to have a baby (adult??) lock on every single appliance istg⊙︿⊙

so the one house duty you’d never give to mysta is cooking duty, even if you were bad at cooking yourself

it’s mostly up to you how breakfast, lunch and dinner will turn out for the week

this does unfortunately mean that you’d have to wake extra early just to make breakfast for you and mysta before going to work

if you don’t work at home, lunch is probably going to be leftovers from dinner or takeout

or if you didn’t have any, you strictly told mysta to make something he was actually sure he could do like cereal or a sandwich

💀💀

“mysta i don’t want to come home to find the kitchen on fire, the pan burnt or the microwave emanating a suspicious smell okay?”

“oh come on let me make you something already!”

“maybe once you know how to handle hot oil.”

“HEY THAT'S NOT FAIR HOT OIL HURTS LIKE A BITCH”

“so no you can’t make me something unless i’m there to supervise”

for days where you have to come home late, mysta will have a very nice surprise for you

he’s taking out the maid outfit bet

“welcome home, master! here, let me take your things. i have a bath ready and food on the table!”

you panic and look at him, “food?”

he’ll grin, “ofc! come eat first then, master.”

“are those takeout boxes?”

“ANYWAY HERE EAT, ENJOY”

🥡🥡

baths with mysta are a mess because it will most likely end up with the floor being flooded with soap water

“mystaaaa you made the floors all wet!!”

“it’s your fault, y/n! you threw water at me first!”

“you were tickling me!!”

the night usually ends with cuddling while watching a movie, or gaming together if you’re not too tired

and when you collapse into mysta’s lap with the biggest smile on your face, you pull mysta in for a gentle kiss, whispering, “i love you mysta.”

“i love you too,” mysta returns your kiss once more as you shut your eyes, with mysta brushing away at your hair

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

what counts as a househusband again?

he has money enough to cover an entire staff that can prepare your meals, take care of your clothes and make sure the house is in its best state

but if he were given the choice? he would love to

luca knows how to do chores (albeit sometimes forget he had some) so you trust him enough with the house while you’re gone

luca is the type to insist on doing all the work himself but when you offer to help, he can’t resist

why? because he was admittedly missing you so much

having you by his side while doing the dishes or sort laundry out together was as good as any date this world could offer

no promises that he’s not going to fling bubbles at you or play impromptu dress up during the chores(´～｀ヾ)

“LUCA!”

“HSHAHAHAH YOU LOOK SO CUTE WITH THAT BUBBLE MUSTACHE BABE!”

“SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT THEN!”

“WAIT NO DON'T—“

more time added to do extra chores but luca doesn’t mind so long as you did them together <3

in terms of cooking, you take turns

in the mornings, it’s usually luca since he gets up pretty early

lunches are on you

dinners you usually decide and cook together

also, if you have work outside the house, it’s more than likely that luca will go out of his way to make you a bento with the cutest little designs he can find on pinterest

at first it didn’t turn out well (at least it was tasty), but the more mornings he did it, the better it looked to the point where you’d open your lunch box to see an onigiri shaped like augustus >:D

he’s definitely the type to write you different notes everyday

actually not just handwritten notes, he’s printing pictures of either him, you or augustus being silly

it never fails to make you happy, especially when work was piling up more that day

you never feel embarrassed to eat your cute bentos with your friends, if you could you’d show it off

“bro why do you get to eat rly cute shit??”

you can only smile, spooning more of the delicious food into your mouth

and when you come home, luca is already there waiting for you like the natural golden retriever he is

“hey baby! welcome home!!” he’s running over to you, picking you up and spinning you around like those cliche long distance couples finally meeting at the airport scenes

except of course, you just saw each other this morning(ノ▽〃)

“hi luca,” you grin, leaning down to kiss his nose

“i missed you,” he’ll grin, putting you down as he nuzzles into your neck full of adoration

“i missed you too.”

depending on how late you’ll be working, luca will either wait for you before starting dinner or already have dinner done by the time you get home

speaking of bad days, luca will definitely take initiative to do all the chores himself even if you insisted

“wait isn’t it my turn to do the dishes today?”

luca will then push you back down to the chair, kissing your forehead

“nope, not anymore. i’m doing them for you,” he’ll say. even tho he deep down wants to do chores with u, he understands that you’re very tired and need a break

so what he does is sit you by the counter or on the dining table where he can still be in the same room as you

and he’ll start asking you about your day

but if you don’t want to talk about it, luca will be quick to put some music on and just be silly with it

especially when you’ve had a very irritating day, luca will do his best to make you smile and or laugh

of course he’s gonna rope augustus in if he can

“alright augustus, take care of them for me!”

augustus will growl gently, looking up at him

luca will then lean down to peck your forehead with the most contagious smile, “i’ll be back in a moment, baby!”

and after he’s done, he’s doing baths with you, almost always with you

he loves when he can take care of you and when you take care of him, especially since his love language i headcanon is quality time

“turn around, let me scrub your back.”

“babe, babe, let’s use this bath bomb this time.”

“ooohhh babe babe the shampoo i ordered online just came in today!”

he has so much fun washing your hair and body he’s so fucking sweet 💛💛

and he loves doing skincare with you, doesn’t care if other people judge him for it

“cmere cmere baby,” luca will smile at you, patting his lap

you crawl over and you just nuzzle into his neck, to which he welcomes you with warmth of his own

“i missed you sooo much today,” he whispers, bringing you even closer against him. “hey, you know i love you right?”

“mhm, i love you too, luca.”

“good, good,” he’ll laugh before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “have a good night’s rest, alright?”

“i will, thank you luca,” you mumble before falling asleep pretty easily

referring back to breakfast duty, luca will definitely make you breakfast in bed every single day along with the most hype way of waking one up

“gOOD MORNING HONEY BUN!” he yells, jumping onto the bed next to you

you groan from the grogginess, cracking your eyes just a bit to look at luca before realizing the sun hadn’t even shone, “lucaaa the sun isn’t even up yet…”

“why do we like have to start our day before the sun shows up? come onnn, let’s take a run!”

bless you for those who actually are morning people and take working out seriously

i for one (and many other ppl bet) am interested in none (¬､¬)

so if you are like me, luca will try to understand but he rly wants you to start the day early since he knows waking up early is a good thing for you and so is exercising

luca sighs when you curl back up under the covers, “alright fineee, i’ll give you thirty more minutes, kay? i’ll come back.”

but luca is a huge softie

if you’re not awake by then, he’s more than likely going to kiss you goodbye before leaving for that run anyway

“sigh, you’re lucky you look so cute when you sleep. alright then, sleep well for me, babe. i love you,” he whispers, brushing away bits of your hair and tucking in some of the blankets

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

the sweetest househusband ever

he’s not as chaotic as luca and mysta, and def not as nerve wrecking as vox

he’s easily the person you trust the chores with when you’re gone, but do know he will appreciate you splitting duties with him

cooking isn’t something you worry about either, but again, y’all take turns on who does it everyday

so it’s more than likely that you’ll be making bargains with the benefit of who has to do more chores than the other

“ikeee please??? just let me finish this one season and i’ll do the laundry for the rest of week!”

“y/n, sweetie, i can't stop writing right now. i’m on fire. yes, i know it’s my turn to do the dishes but i rly have to write this down else i’ll forget! okay, fine, how about this. you do it for me now and i’ll do your chores for the rest of week, okay?”

“can we get this?? it’s limited edition! i’ll do the chores for a month!”

slowly becoming businesspeople are we?ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

bcs i do see ike as someone who isn’t fond of chores and would rather do his own interests than them

when you come home, ike will most likely be on the couch reading/writing/working on something

“hey sweetheart, welcome home,” he puts down his things before approaching you with his arms open

when you collapse into them, he’ll kiss your forehead and brush at your hair, swaying back and forth as though you’re dancing

“how was your day today?”

cooking with ike will be a bit more of a challenge since he said he can’t cook anything too complex

he uses your exhaustion as an excuse to just eat out

that little bastard

“hey, you don’t have to cook tonight. let’s order out, yeah?”

it’s not that he doesn’t like home cooked meals, he just doesn’t want to bother himself or you in the kitchen to cook anything

and when you’re very strict about his tendency to do that, he’s going to pout and bargain his way out

“no ike”

“sweetheart pleaseeee?”

you cross your arms, “for the last time, no.”

“i’ll take care of the dishes for the rest of the week~”

“for fuck’s sake, ike, you can’t order burgers every two days! that’s just not healthy!”

ike will just sigh and begrudgingly agree, letting you go into the kitchen anyway

“be a good boy and sit there. don’t order anything, mkay?” you lean down to kiss a very pouty ike

“fine” 🍔 ❌

so yeah, no chance of getting breakfast in bed sorry(T⌓T)

but if you’re also not into cooking

instant noodles 🍜, burgers 🍔 and pizzas🍕 for dayssss

no srsly pls learn how to cook its a survival skill especially if you’re living with someone who can't cook mysta

ngl, vox will actually be worried with the amount of takeout and pizza boxes he finds in your home

he’s going to take initiative to bonk ike on the head for not learning how to cook

BUT

i do think if ike had to cook, he’d make a pretty decent meal! he just doesn’t have the motivation to do it most days

on especially harder days, ike will do the cooking for you this time, despite his preference of eating out

he’s not michelin star chef vox but he knows how to handle a hot kitchen dw

when you come through the door, more sluggish than usual, he’ll pull you in for a long hug and the sweetest kisses on your head

“come here, sweetheart. i’ve made us dinner,” ike will cup your face to look at him and there he is with the softest smile in the world, enough to wash away the stress

ike is a natural romantic i think, so he’ll dim the lights and ignite some candles to make the mood a lot more gentle and a way to calm your anxiety down from your long day

the food he makes he tries to make are more so as comfort food to further ease your mental well-being

ike is more than likely to have already taken a bath but will that stop him from getting in there with you? nope

if you rly asked for it, he’ll get in with you

unlike mysta and luca, you and ike basically cuddle each other in the waters

he’s asking you about your day, massaging your head, scrubbing your back

he won’t know what to do when you accidentally (or was it?) fall asleep on him

“hey, sweetheart, you know you can’t sleep in here. come on, let’s dry up first and we’ll get you to bed okay?”

“mhm,” you groan

he won’t hesitate to carry you back to bed if you’re that tired as well

ike is definitely going to be reading you something if you feel a bit restless and his voice is just- 💙💙

“the end,” ike flips the book over and turns to you, fast asleep with your steady breathing and calm expression. he smiles, placing the book away before snuggling up next to you properly

he takes his time to study your face, for once at peace for today and resting

he plays with your hair a bit, pressing kisses to your face before falling asleep himself

“good night, älskling (darling in swedish!). i’ll see you in the morning.”

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

sorcerer househusband, yes pls✨

just like ike and vox, you can definitely trust shu with the chores

he knows what he’s doing

or if he doesn’t, he learns quickly and would tbh use his sorcery just so he doesn’t have to get up

you are forever grateful for his sorcery skills too~( ˘▾˘~)

but also do keep in mind his powers are limited, so don’t get too dependent on them okay?

he’s the type to want to split the chores with you and will bargain with doing more chores than the other like ike;;

buuuuut shu will not hesitate on taking the offer of doing chores together so you can vibe in the same room especially if you work outside of home and he doesn’t get to see you all the time

and you’d be breaking his heart if you refused

me holding a knife to yer throat: ༽◺_◿༼

“shuu, can you help out with dishes, please?”

and he’ll drop everything he’s doing and rush on over to you, all hands on deck

“what do you need me to do?”

if possible, he’s going to jam out to your favorite songs and generously tire out his vocal cords just because he can

you weren’t rly complaining either since you loved his singing voice anyway <3

“PAPAPARAPAPARAPAPA! NAZO NAZO KAZO E TO ASOBASI MASHOU!”

“TATATARATATARATATA! NAZE NAZE KOKO DE OTO TERU DESHOU?”

where my vocaloid lovers at

didn’t care if u butchered that song, yall are wiggling around in the kitchen after dinner singing your hearts out

shu has some skills in cooking? he could theoretically cook ig

there was the choice to use his sorcery to help him cook but it just didn’t feel satisfying to know you were eating a meal that wasn’t made purely from his hands

so, shu will scrap his sorcery skills whenever possible

which will then result in a curry dinner with unevenly cut potatoes and carrots

but!!

like i said, shu learns pretty quickly, so he’ll get the hang of it pretty soon

before he lived with you, he’d just choose not to cook for himself but he’s proud to say he’s far more decent in the culinary field than mysta

“hm! this is so much better, shu!”

shu blushes slightly, laughing it off, “practice makes perfect i guess!”

why do i have this headcanon where shu will get kinda addicted to cooking?

in the beginning, shu would ask to split cooking duties with you, varying it every week

but the more he cooks, the more he gets carried away and sometimes take over completely

“hey, shu, what do you want for dinner?”

“oh, i already made us some! it’s just waiting in the oven right now.”

you’d continuously scold him for taking over cooking duty again, mostly because it didn’t feel fair you didn’t take part

but his food helps you forgive him lmao

when days are particularly bad and you had informed shu beforehand you’d come home later than usual,

shu is more than ready to make sure you come home to everything prepped and that you didn’t have to strain a single muscle on your body

“welcome home, baby,” shu will greet you as you take off your shoes at the front door. he extends a hand towards you

and though he was not using any of his sorcery, you feel enchanted by him already

you smile tiredly, taking his hand anyway as he guided you to the dining room where your favorite food is, warm and ready to be eaten

your favorite gentle music is in the background

“go ahead, eat first. i have the bath ready for you once you’re done,” shu says in the softest voice known to man?????

bath time! 🛁

at first, shu wanted to give you some alone time to relax in the tub

but as you tugged his hand back, looking up at him with the most undeniable puppy dog eyes 🥺 , he sighs

depending if he’s already taken a bath or not, he could either just sit outside the tub while holding your hand or hop in with you

he’s helping you scrub yourself down

also, you’re leaving the bathroom literally sparkling???

you don’t know what he did to the bath, but you’re not complaining because you felt physically and mentally amazing

“did u put some sort of illegal drug in there? cuz im super sleepy right now…”

shu will just chuckle, guiding you back to bed as he tucked you in

it's not actual drugs i promise( •̀ω•́ )σ

“just rest for me, okay? you had a long day and it’s only right that you sleep it off. you’ve been working so hard lately,” shu whispers, brushing back your hair

you can only hum, too exhausted to protest as you cuddle up into his chest

one final kiss to the lips and he’s wishing you goodnight, “good night, babe. sleep and dream well.”

look, i’d say right now shu would make you breakfast in bed but this man has a terrible sleep schedule so it’s very very likely that he’ll wake up just as late as you

but hey, that means making breakfast together and jamming to more vocaloids~

“DON’T HIDE WHAT YOU WANNA DO COME DA DA DA DI BA DO”

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