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sunkissedchld · 7 months ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔

take your time to use your intuition to choose the pile that will best resonate with you. the piles go from left to right, so the sprakles are pile one, the flowers are pile two, and so on and so forth. lastly, please don't be afraid to say if the message resonated or not; it helps me in determining if my interpretations are correct or not, and i appreciate any sort of feedback - even if it's "bad".

good luck to you, reader ✨

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⟢

“Telepathy” by BTS “Not My Nigga” by KenTheMan “Sparks Will Fly” by J. Cole (feat. Jhene Aiko)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ⟢⟢

The Wheel of Fortune ⤸, Seven of Coins ⤸, Page of Wands, Six of Coins, Justice ⤸, Queen of Coins, King of Coins ⤸, Queen of Cups

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟢⟢

Those connected to pile one could find it hard to connect with others because it could feel as if no matter how hard you try you always end up being “let down”. You might be described as what’s called a “late bloomer” when it comes to things related to socialization. Some of you may have experienced literal delays in development in that you may have had a speech impediment or been nonverbal for a length of time, but clothes of you - the vast majority of you - may have just felt like you were delayed when it came to figuring out how to make friends or how to start dating. You might’ve tried your hardest to do so the way you knew how, but it’s like somehow for some reason nothing ever took off, and you never felt like you had the type of relationships “depicted in the movies”.

There’s a strong need to acknowledge that those connected to this pile did (and do) try their hardest when it comes to trying to form connections. You had a period of time (or you may still be in that time) where your mindset was to try to be as excited about making friends and forming relationships as possible. You might’ve gone into things with an open heart ready to show everyone how good of a friend you can be and how willing you are to discuss things with people and to give of yourself not only emotionally but also materially for some of you, but in being so excited (and in some instances blindly naïve) it’s like only wolves saw your want for friendship and, in turn, took advantage of that excitement only to leave you feeling worse off than you did before.

It’s hard for you to connect with others because prior experiences have left you feeling as if everytime you even try to develop them it just ends with you being burned in the end. There’s a call for you to “keep going” and to “keep trying” even if it feels futile right now, but there’s also a call to analyze the people coming to you for friendship before accepting it. Continue approaching friendships with that excitement and want to help others as they help you, but maybe focus more on the emotional side of things as opposed to the material or even the visual. “Movies aren’t all what they’re cracked up to be” comes to mind. There’s a call to not over invest in others at the expense of yourself or in hopes of drawing people to you but to instead allow your own light and personality to shine as a way to bring true friends in. Cher Lloyd’s “Love Me for Me” comes to mind, so it could be important to listen to.

Overall, there’s a call for you to transition from being the Queen of Coins to being the Queen of Cups. You can’t heal and invest into everyone and bring about true friendships and relationships trying to appeal to people’s senses and material drive; you have to appeal emotionally by showing who you are as a person even without “all the things money could buy”. There’s a call for you to remain open to reaching out and trying to approach people to create connections and to not fall for cutting yourself off because “there’s no point anyways” because there is a point – to allow yourself to have these emotional connections to others to improve (and prove) a part of your humanity. Humans are social creatures, and you deserve to have that pull for social interaction fulfilled.

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⟢

11:11, “blowing bubble gum hearts”, heart shaped lollipops, glass tuning fork, the little mermaid, ring boxes, frilly pink and purple jewelry boxes, clams/oysters, tiffany blue, radishes, “glass half full”

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⟢

“Pretty Girl Rock” by Keri Hilson “Nightmares” by The Boyz “Harder to Breathe” by Maroon 5

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ⟢⟢

Ten of Swords, King of Swords, Knight of Coins, Two of Coins, Seven of Swords, Four of Cups, The Sun, The Tower

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟢⟢

Those of pile two may have recently cut off a group of friends or “people” and could be feeling hurt by it. It could be that you knew it was for the right reasons, but “that didn’t make it any less hard to do”. The idea of a “beautiful tragedy” comes to mind when it comes to how you connect with others; some of you could be prone to “trauma bonding” where you end up in relationships with those who abuse you or treat you terribly. The idea that you “know better” or “know that [you] deserve better” also comes to mind, but it could feel as if you just keep slipping into these kinds of connections. You could be currently trying to figure out how to keep this cycle from continuing. You could be prone to getting into “nightmarish” relationships with people. You could find it hard to connect with people because of these past experiences.

Those in this pile could currently be transitioning to a mindset where you believe it’s easier to stay away from connection (specifically friend groups) because every time you just end up “losing [your] mind” or “[your] sanity”. You could be trying to be more rational or attach to people who are similar in education and ways of thinking instead of connecting to people emotionally. With that, it doesn’t seem that you’re keeping away form connections completely, but you’re approaching them slowly and with caution and as a result your issue could actually be that you find it hard to figure out how to “feel safe enough” to move forward in connections past just thinking alike or thinking the connection makes sense to form. It could also be that you’re trying to figure out how to prioritize yourself in connections because you’re realizing you can’t keep hurting yourself or “setting yourself on fire” in an attempt to help others.

Ultimately, this pile struggles with having connections with people as a result of always being the “butt of the joke” or being the target of bullying and other forms of abuse. You may have been lied to and told that you’re “boring” or “uninteresting”; some of you could’ve been in a Mean Girls or Heathers type friend group where you were always left out or planned against. With The Sun’s presence it’s important to note that you’re none of the things people told you that you were; you’re not boring or uninteresting or “too quiet” or anything like that. You are worthy of having connections just like everyone else wants, and the advice for this pile seems to be to not close yourself off as a result of bad experiences, but instead to strategize on how to approach them differently in a way that still keeps you feeling safe and protected.

I said earlier that those who chose this pile may still be trying to form new connections, but they’re focusing more on intellectual things they have in common with others as opposed to emotional ways they connect. There’s advice to slowly but surely open up emotionally in your attempt to form new connections. “Show who you really are” and “This Is Me” from Camp Rock comes to mind. The first step in having better relationships comes from the realization you’ve had recently and the walk away from former bad groups; “it can only go up from here”. You very likely are on the right path in your new approach. It's just that “little modifications” are needed, so you can express your true self “in all its glory” and not just intellectually.

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⟢

the number 3 and 5, coconut bras, broccoli, carrots, heart shaped ring boxes, donald/daffy/daisy duck, win, when, wen, hourglasses, butterflies, rainbows

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⟢

“The Way You Make Me Feel” by Michael Jackson “Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)” by Mika “Finesse (Remix)” by Bruno Mars (feat. Cardi B)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ⟢⟢

Queen of Swords, The Lovers, Nine of Coins, Ten of Cups, Ten of Coins ⤸, The Star, Page of Cups, Knight of Cups, The Magician

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟢⟢

Those of pile three could be an outspoken bunch; at the very least, you are someone who stands on your own principles even if you stand alone. You could be seen as someone who is comfortable being alone or standing out solo although this doesn’t mean you have no friends at all. Queen of Swords in the deck being used is represented by Circe, the Greek goddess of illusion and necromancy, who is especially known for her tendency to turn men with bad intentions into swine. With this in mind, pile three may specifically be asking why they find it hard to connect with men - romantically and/or platonically. You could feel as if you get along with women just fine, but when it comes to men it’s like you know nothing or have no experience or you never find well intentioned men; the latter explanation is what will be most likely for most choosing this pile, and for those who have issues with developing connections with women also it could be that the attention you receive from men makes women view you a certain way that leaves them feeling “weary”.

Although you may want to develop deep connections with people it could be that people see you as “too” high maintenance - even if you may not actually be. It could also be that people see you as someone who is on a pedestal, and as a result they get way more caught up in the idea of being in a relationship with you as opposed to actually caring about you as a person – as a human being. People could feel as if you’ve “got it made” and even believe you already have a hearty amount of people you’re friends with, so they could stay away as a result of self-doubting beliefs of “they already have a lot going on and they probably have a ton of friends, so why would they want to be friends with me?”. People could feel as if you’d be the type of person to flake on others easily because of how busy and “on your own” you are. It mainly seems to be that people’s assumptions of how you are cloud their want to actually approach you to see who you really are.

With The Star’s presence, those of you who chose this pile are encouraged to stay hopeful when it comes to the idea of you developing relationships with others. Traditionally, The Star depicts a woman who is half in a body of water and half on land; she is shown to be nourishing the ground with the water, and you could be encouraged to be doing the same but instead of land it’s people. You could be called to make the first move when it comes to trying to develop connections. This may sound scary, but the quotes “you miss every shot you don’t take” and “the worst they can say is no” comes to mind. It is also the case that the more often you practice approaching people and talking to them, then the more confident you will become, and eventually you will develop the connections you have been looking for. Ultimately, this pile is being encouraged to take the steps to initiate the connections you want to have with others. “Stop waiting on others”.

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⟢

333, hair in a high ponytail, the colors black, blue, pink, and green, ballet, black swan, white tutus, black pointe shoes, silver glitter, aphrodite, circe, gold, shells, swine/pigs, wicked

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⟢

“Top Down” by Leikeli47 “Cabinet Battle 3 (Demo)” from the Hamilton Mixtape “Stole the Show” by Kygo (feat. Parson James)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ⟢⟢

Page of Coins ⤸, Six of Swords, Two of Wands, Nine of Swords, Six of Wands, Eight of Coins ⤸, Judgment, Ace of Coins, Ten of Coins, Two of Swords, The Devil, Eight of Cups

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟢⟢

Those who chose this pile may feel unmotivated when it comes to figuring out how to create new connections and maintain old ones. You could have a tendency to just let friendships and other types of relationships just “fizzle out”. You may have someone you text with everyday, and then one week you miss a day; the next week you miss two days, and before the end of the month you haven’t replied to them at all and, therefore, you just don’t talk to that person anymore. When it comes to connections you could operate as the type of person who expects everyone else to reach out to you, but you rarely reach out to others. You could have a mindset of “if people care about me, then they’ll reach out, but if they don’t, then that’s fine too”. Although this mindset may work for you sometimes, it could also unconsciously aid in making you isolated. With Six of Swords and Two of Wands, you could also be someone who is always “on the run” or “on the go”; you could have a lot of things going on in your personal life that prevent you from putting effort into connections the way others expect or want you to.

There’s a feeling that your prioritizations may be a little “out of whack” or “out of balance”. At this current moment in time you could be hyper focused on receiving recognition in some way. It’s like you want and crave to be seen and noticed; you want to receive a lot of accolades and awards, and you want to feel materially abundant – personally and in the eyes of others, but it’s like the way you’re executing wanting these things is “falling flat” or short of what you envision (or even what you could achieve). For example, you could be working multiple types of jobs; you go to school in the morning, and then you have an internship directly after in the afternoons, but you also have a retail job on the weekends, and you have an online side hustle. Technically, you’re in a lot of areas, and you may be working hard, but your solo focus on work and attention actually hinders you from being able to produce great work and making true connections. It’s like the idea of “having too many eggs in too many baskets”. Of course, a wide array of choices is needed, but you have too much to choose from that you can’t put your best work forward in any of them. There’s a call to think about gaining these things you want in a way that includes longevity; “you can’t only think of the present”.

Advice for this pile would include cutting down on some of your obligations if possible, or at the very least finding a more sustainable way to do everything. Working to the point you have no time for yourself or others obviously can not create an environment where you’re able to have better connections with others. There’s a need to put in the same amount of effort you have for work and related opportunities into creating and maintaining connections. You have to figure out how to not pick up someone else’s shift at the expense of missing out on another outing with friends or how to ask for help on a project which would cut down the time you need to spend on it, so you can make time to go to a social outing instead of trying to do the whole project solo and becoming a type of hermit. Additionally, there’s a call to reach out to those you already have connections with more than you do right now. Connections are a two-way street, and “the phone works both ways” comes through. Overall, there’s a need to restructure your priorities if you want to have better connections with people.

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⟢

666, (get) out, witch’s hat, witch’s brew, wicked, summer bag(s), striped bags, honey, baklava, sail, the bahamas, yellow and turquoise flags, money, triangles, overworking

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wordsmeetwbb · 5 months ago

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Not Just Friends

Word count: 1.8k

Content: fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: I needed a break from writing smut so here's a little something about Paige and Azzi figuring out they're gay! Obviously we don't know how this happened (if it happened, but let's be honest. they play women's basketball. the odds are high.), but this is just my take on how I think those realizations would have gone. Enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

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Paige was 16 when she realized that what she felt for Azzi was more than just friendship. It was August, just over a year after they had met during USA basketball. They had settled into a routine over the summer. Although they were separated by half the country, they were closer than ever.

Every evening around eight o’clock, Paige Facetimed Azzi. More often than not, Azzi picked up on the first ring and they stayed on the call until one of them (Azzi) fell asleep. Paige missed Azzi with every fiber of her being, but she knew she was lucky to talk to Azzi as much as she did. She felt lucky that Azzi wanted to talk to her as much as she did.

On one of those Facetime calls, late into the night, Paige was yapping to Azzi while the brunette struggled to keep her eyes open. Really, it wasn’t Azzi’s fault. It was nearly two in the morning and Paige hadn’t stopped talking since midnight. She had tried to annoy Azzi into staying awake for a while, but then she felt bad and let the tired girl drift off, content to provide background noise with the endless amount of stories she wanted to tell Azzi.

“And then she like, she just fuckin’ chopped it! All of it! Like a foot of hair, Az. And I was like, ‘That’s crazy,’ and she was like ‘Not all of us have emotional attachments to our hair, Paige,’ but that’s not fair. I’m not emotionally attached, I’m just picky about my gameday hair, y’know?” Paige rambled to a mostly unconscious Azzi.

“Mhm,” Azzi mumbled. Through the screen, Paige could see the way the younger girl was nestled into the pile of blankets on her bed, clutching a unicorn stuffed animal. She smiled softly.

“Anyway, she tried to tell me I should cut my hair. And obviously, I said no, because how am I gonna do gameday braids with a fucking pixie cut, right? But she just wouldn’t let up so-” Paige cut herself off when she saw Azzi’s face relax. If she really thought about it, the reason she talked so much on these calls was because she knew Azzi fell asleep easier with background noise. And if she was extra motivated by the way the younger girl looked so peaceful in her sleep, well, that was her business and no one else’s.

Paige’s eyes traced every curve, line, and crease of Azzi’s face. Her skin glowed even in the dim room, the color darker than usual from the time she’d spent in the summer sun. Paige was confident that if she had any artistic ability whatsoever she’d be able to draw Azzi perfectly from memory. The way her eyelashes rested on her cheeks with her eyes closed, the light pink tint to her nose from a little too much time outside, the curve of her plump lips- Paige had it all memorized.

Paige hated ruining these soft moments where she just got to look at Azzi without the younger girl complaining about it, but as her eyes wandered around her face a thought popped into her head.

I’ve never looked at a guy like this. Paige paused, gaze stuck on Azzi’s perfectly curved eyebrows. What an odd thing to notice. A second thought. Paige wasn’t used to thinking during these Facetimes. She didn’t think she liked it, but the ideas seemed to have opened some kind of floodgates. More observations came pouring into her subconscious.

Her lips look so soft. I wonder what they feel like. Her eyes are such a pretty shade of brown, I wish I could see them right now. I’ve never felt like this about a friend.

Paige took a deep breath, startled by her train of thought. None of the thoughts surprised her. That was the whole problem. Azzi’s eyes were pretty, and her lips did look soft, and Paige did wonder what they felt like. She just hadn’t realized she thought any of those things.

Paige thought back to a few weeks ago when one of the girls on her team had been talking about her crush on some guy in the grade above them. The things her teammate had said about that guy had sounded a lot like everything Paige was thinking about Azzi.

Oh, Paige thought. I like Azzi.

It wasn’t anything revolutionary. Paige was pretty sure she had always liked Azzi. She just hadn’t known it. It wasn’t until nearly a year later when she and Azzi finally confessed their feelings to each other that Paige thought about what liking Azzi meant for herself.

“You never came out to me!” Azzi had exclaimed. Paige had frozen, staring at Azzi and really, truly not understanding.

“Come out to you?” she repeated. Azzi nodded, eyebrows drawing together.

“Yeah, like, are you bi? Lesbian? I came out to you months ago and I’ve been thinking you’re straight since we met, P,” she explained, looking at Paige like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh,” Paige said dumbly. Azzi just stared at her. “Uh, I guess I didn’t really think about it. Like, the whole not being straight thing. I just know I like you,” Paige shrugged. Azzi had blushed, the color intoxicating on her skin.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, pushing Paige’s shoulder gently. Paige just grinned.

“As long as I can be your idiot.”

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Azzi learned she was gay at three in the morning on a Thursday when she was 16. It had, in a very cliche fashion, been a dream that sparked the realization.

She had woken up, breathing hard, the blankets feeling far too hot, with memories of soft lips on hers taking up far too much space in her mind. She threw the blankets off, sitting straight up in bed, and had a full-blown gay panic.

The longer she sat there, the more pieces of the dream came back to her. At first, it was just gentle lips on her own, and then soft blonde hair running through her fingers, and then it progressed to memories of warm pale skin under her hands. Azzi squeezed her eyes shut.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” she demanded to her brain. The clock was creeping closer to four in the morning, she had to be up for school in two hours, and she was being terrorized by completely non-platonic thoughts of her best friend. Azzi flopped face-down onto her bed and let out a scream into her pillow, realizing too late that the rest of her household was still sleeping and might have heard it.

Feeling frustratingly awake and completely insane, Azzi grabbed her phone off her nightstand and navigated into a new Google tab. “What does a dream about kissing someone mean?” she searched first. The results were straightforward, bluntly informing Azzi that dreams of kissing someone usually meant that you had romantic feelings for that person. That brought up new questions.

“How to know if I like girls?” was her next search. It was a ridiculous idea to Azzi. She had had crushes on boys before. Hell, she’d dated a boy in middle school, and as much as that wasn’t a real relationship, it definitely proved that she liked guys. So why the hell was she having a dream about kissing her best friend who was a girl? It didn’t make any sense.

“Why do I want to kiss a girl if I like guys?” Azzi tried, hoping that somebody on Reddit had the same problem as she did. Shockingly, there was a result. That’s how Azzi Fudd learned about bisexuality, and suddenly things made a lot more sense.

She tried to bring it up to Paige on their nightly Facetime that day, but Paige was being frustratingly dense.

“Hey, Paige? Have you ever thought about, like, dating somebody?” Azzi started. Paige startled, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Uh, yeah. But not like, for real. Don’t really wanna date people because like, ew, right? Anyway, I was thinking that next year-” Azzi, feeling disproportionately upset, ended the call. Mere seconds later, her phone was ringing with another Facetime from Paige. She let it ring for a while, wanting Paige to know that she hung up on purpose. Finally, she clicked to accept the call.

“What the hell, Az? I was telling you a story,” Paige complained. Azzi glared at her.

“And I was trying to tell you something, too.” Paige looked confused.

“But you asked me a question.”

“Yeah. Have you ever heard of a leading question, dumbass? I was using it as an intro to something,” Azzi grumbled. Paige had the decency to look at least a little bit sorry.

“That’s my bad, Az. It was just kind of a weird topic. Sorry, you can tell me whatever you were going to. I won’t even interrupt this time,” Paige apologized. Azzi swallowed, losing her nerve now that the moment had been drawn out so much.

“I just… uh. I wanted to tell you that I learned about something,” she said, mouth unbearably dry. Paige nodded, prompting her to go on. “You know that people can like guys and girls?” Azzi blurted out. Paige’s eyebrows shot up, surprise coloring her face, but she nodded slowly. Azzi could feel her hands shaking. She knew Paige was religious, but she was suddenly considering that this could end negatively. She didn’t give herself time to consider that outcome.

“I’m bisexual,” Azzi said quickly. She felt like her heart might beat right out of her chest. Paige looked at her for a moment, studying her through the phone. Azzi shifted uncomfortably. “Can you say something?” She asked, tone unsure. Paige cleared her throat, expression softening. Azzi felt her body relax immediately, just from noticing the change in Paige’s body language.

“You know I’m proud of you for telling me, right?” Paige asked. Azzi blinked. That was not the response she was expecting.

“You’re… proud of me?” she repeated. Paige nodded, the movement jerky through the screen. A smile spread across Azzi’s face.

“Thanks, Paige.” Paige just nodded again, a small smile on her face now.

So, from the time Azzi had the dream of kissing Paige (the first of many) to the time she came out to the blonde, her gay crisis lasted about 16 hours. When she thought about it later, years down the road, she thought it made complete sense. Azzi overthought every single thing in her life except Paige. Realizing she was bisexual was easy because it was Paige. The girl who talked her ear off on calls every night, who sent her iMessage games at ungodly hours, who always knew how to comfort her. Just Paige. Liking Paige made perfect sense.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball

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losermuse · 3 months ago

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CW: non-mc!reader, high school au, angst, unrequited love, hurt/no comfort, insecurity, jealousy, self-hatred, written in first pov, ventfic, unreliable narrator, cliche plot WC: 4.0k

Average. Ordinary. Second best. The plain Jane.

That’s what I am, what I’ve always been. The person who blends into the background, who smiles when I should, laughs when it’s expected.

But never stands out.

So it’s the question of the century: how did I even end up being friends with her? She’s everything I’m not—charismatic, funny, effortlessly pretty, the kind of girl who walks into a room and immediately captures everyone’s attention. The apple of his eye.

I can still remember the first time I met her. It was in the third row, right next to the window. I was awkward, unsure of myself, quietly existing in the corners of the classroom, trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was just another face in the crowd. And then she sat next to me. She was my seatmate, so I guess it was inevitable.

At the time, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had been assigned to me out of pity. After all, who would choose someone like me to be their friend? But she didn’t need a reason. She just…liked me and that was enough.

Initially, I thought it was some kind of fluke. She smiled at me, made small talk, and suddenly, I wasn’t alone in that space. Slowly, I found myself pulling away from the walls I had built around me, allowing her to see parts of me I kept hidden.

It wasn’t pity in the end. She genuinely wanted to be friends. She didn’t have to choose me, but she did anyway.

Then he entered the picture. Caleb, he was just a name at first, the guy everyone in school seemed to talk about. Star player of the high school basketball team, a natural athlete with a reputation for being both skilled and effortlessly charming. I remember hearing about him long before I saw him. People always flocked to him like he was some kind of magnet.

But when I finally saw him for the first time, it felt like everything seemed to slow down. He wasn’t just a name anymore; he was real. You couldn’t miss him from the way his tall frame moved through the hallways with confidence and the easy smile that never seemed forced. He was the perfect definition of the boy next door. It was clear he wasn’t just someone special to the school, but to her too.

She practically glowed when he was around. I didn’t need to see the way they exchanged jokes or how he called her “pipsqueak” to know she’d known him longer than I had. She was comfortable with him more than I could ever be. And I…well, I was just the audience, watching them from the sidelines.

It wasn’t like Caleb ever really saw me, at least not in the way I wanted. But then again, he wasn’t the type to make anyone feel invisible. We were both part of her world, after all. So, every once in a while, he’d acknowledge me in passing—small, casual things like a wave in the hall or a brief nod when he saw me sitting next to her at lunch.

Nothing that stood out. Nothing that made my heart race. But it was enough to make me feel like, maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t entirely forgotten. Maybe he noticed me because he noticed her, and I was simply there, part of the package.

Yet in the end, that’s all it was. A fleeting acknowledgement that never lasted long. Two sides of a perfect coin. Best friend since childhood.

This is their story, not mine.

—

The school was decorated for Valentine’s Day, with the usual red hearts, streamers and cheesy banners hanging from every corner. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just enough to make the day feel special. It wasn’t a day I particularly looked forward to, but there was something about the way the entire school buzzed that made everything feel a little bit different.

Students milled around, exchanging cards, gifts, and the usual classroom chocolates. I couldn’t help but watch, half-detached as the holiday played out around me.

I wasn’t expecting anything. Not really. After all, it was just another Valentine’s Day. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then Caleb appeared.

When he finally approached, I saw that familiar smile already on his face. Even in the crowded hallway, he had a way of drawing attention. He reached her first, his grin widening as he handed her a box of chocolates.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his tone warm, like this was second nature to him.

She laughed, taking the box without hesitation. “Thanks, Gege. You always know the best ones.”

And just like that, it was the same as always. A tradition between them, something unspoken yet expected, like a habit they had no reason to break.

As she tucked the box under her arm, I noticed her phone swinging gently in her hand. Dangling from the corner was a small green apple keychain, bright and shiny like something picked straight out of a cartoon—playful and fresh, just like her.

I might’ve looked away if Caleb hadn’t shifted slightly then, drawing my eyes to the large red apple charm clipped to his bag. Not the same, but unmistakably a pair. Her green and his red—like they were meant to match, opposite but complementary.

The kind of detail that didn’t just happen. The kind of charm you didn’t buy alone.

I looked at them, then back at the apples. Something sour began to rise in the back of my throat, and I swallowed hard, pretending it was nothing. Just keychains. Just a coincidence.

Before I could fade into the background, she turned to me with a playful grin.

“You forgot this.”

I blinked as she handed me a small box of chocolates. The same kind she had been giving out all day.

“I figured you’d want one too,” she continued, her eyes bright. “Even if you’re not into all this Valentine’s stuff.”

I took the box, a little unsure of how to feel. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate it—she was always thoughtful—but something about it felt hollow, like it could’ve meant for anyone. Just another gesture, wrapped up in politeness. Still, I smiled back and took them.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a bit warmer than usual. “I didn’t forget about you either.”

I froze, surprised. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small, familiar red box—the kind of chocolates I’d seen at the store and always picked up for myself but never expected anyone to remember.

“I remember you saying you liked these,” he continued, offering the box with a casual shrug. “So, here. Happy Valentine’s.”

I stared at the box for a second, unable to believe what was happening. Caleb, the one who never paid me much attention—had remembered this one small detail. The world around me seemed to shrink, and I couldn’t find the words to respond immediately.

“Thanks,” I finally managed to say, my voice quieter than usual. I quickly looked away, suddenly aware of the heat creeping up my neck, my pulse racing.

As I held the chocolates, still reeling from the fact that Caleb had seen me, I could feel the weight of her presence next to him. She had already caught his attention again, her laugh filling the space between us as she leaned into him, brushing her hand against his arm.

And just like that, I was back to being a background character in their routine, holding chocolates, a small token that didn’t change anything.

—

It has been a week, and the tension I had tried to push down only grew stronger.

There she was, her usual energy heightened, practically bouncing into the cafeteria the next morning. “Come on!” she said, dragging me by the arm before I could even get a bite of my lunch. “You have to come watch Caleb’s game with me! It’s his biggest match of the season, and he’s asked us to be there.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t exactly a sports fan, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just a third wheel. They were practically inseparable, and the thought of watching Caleb, the one person who made my heart do flips without even trying, while she was there at his side… well, it made my stomach twist.

“You know I don’t really like watching sports,” I said weakly, trying to pull my arm back, but she wasn’t having it.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that!” she insisted. “It’ll be fun! You’ll see. He really wants us to come!”

Before I knew it, we were heading to the gym together, my resistance fading with every step. I couldn’t escape it now.

As we found our seats in the crowded bleachers, the energy buzzed all around us. The game was intense, and the gym filled with the roar of excited fans. But despite all the noise, it felt oddly quiet for me.

There he was, in his element on the court, pulling off play after play, and the crowd was eating it up. I couldn’t help but watch him. He was so…perfect on that court. His confidence, his skills, the way he seemed to shine no matter where he was—it was undeniable.

And then I glanced over at her.

She was watching him too, her eyes glued to him as if no one else existed in the world. Her laughter echoed in the stands every time he scored. She cheered him on, high-fiving the people around her, her whole world revolving around him.

A sharp, unfamiliar sting twisted in my chest, something cold and suffocating, as if green tendrils had coiled around my heart, tightening with every passing second. It was jealousy. I knew it. I couldn’t deny it, no matter how hard I tried. But I didn’t have the right to feel it. They were friends—childhood friends.

When the game finally ended, Caleb walked off the court, a wide grin on his face. His team had won, and the crowd roared with excitement. She was already on her feet, clapping, her face lighting up as she made her way toward him.

I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me. I stayed seated, hesitating, unsure if I should follow her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to witness whatever came next. I knew it would be the same as always: her congratulating him, them laughing together, the same dynamic that had been in place for years.

And sure enough, as soon as Caleb reached her, they shared a moment that felt like it was pulled straight out of a rom-com movie. He grinned and with a playful nudge, lifted her into a quick hug, laughing.

“Great game!” she said, her voice bubbly as always.

“Thanks,” Caleb replied, his voice warm as he released her, his eyes meeting hers in that familiar way.

I stood there, watching them, the jealousy gnawing at me harder than I wanted to admit. It crept in slowly, the green tendrils seeping through the cracks of my heart, winding their way around it, squeezing until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to push it down, tried to ignore the way it twisted inside me, but it was impossible. The jealousy was there, growing more than ever.

And I couldn’t escape it.

At that moment, Caleb’s gaze shifted, landing on me where I stood off to the side. His expression softened as he began making his way over, leaving her behind in the crowd of well-wishers. I braced myself for what was coming—another small, casual acknowledgement, just like all the others.

“Hey,” Caleb greeted, his voice as easy as always. “You enjoying the game?”

“Yeah, it was great,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I forced a smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tightness in my chest. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he said, casually leaning against the bleachers. “I’m glad you could make it.” He gave me a small, almost nonchalant grin, and I could feel the air between us growing thinner. “You should come to the next one too. The more the merrier.”

I nodded, but inside I felt like I was shattering. His smile didn’t mean what I wanted it to. He was just being nice, casual. Like we were… just friends. That’s all it was.

Just friends.

—

I hate this.

Jealousy and I have become acquaintances.

It wasn’t always like this. At first, it was just a passing stranger, brushing against my shoulder whenever I saw them together. A quiet, fleeting thing. But over time, it settled in, got comfortable. Now, it lingers beside me like a shadow, whispering in my ear every time he laughs at one of her jokes or drapes an arm around her.

I should be used to it by now. I tell myself I don’t mind being the extra in their story, the one who watches, who listens, who smiles at all the right moments. But jealousy knows better. It sees the way my heart twists when he looks at her like she’s the only one in the world. It feels like the ache that never quite goes away.

And the worst part? Caleb is kind. So when he turns to me with that easy warmth, when he asks if I’m okay or flashes a smile just because—I almost believe it. I almost let myself think I matter, not just because I’m standing next to someone who does.

But jealousy just laughs. Because we both know the truth.

He notices everyone.

And that’s exactly why he’ll never really see me.

I almost wish he were mean. That he’d ignore me completely, never sparing me a glance. Maybe then, it wouldn’t hurt as much. Maybe then, I could convince myself I never cared in the first place. But he isn’t. He’s warm, thoughtful, and good. And that’s what makes this so much worse.

Because how do you let go of something that was never yours to begin with?

—

The rain started without warning, a sudden downpour that sent students scattering in every direction. Laughter and shrieks echoed through the courtyard as people huddled under jackets, sprinted for buses, or shared umbrellas.

I stood beneath the awning outside the school doors, watching the water hit the pavement in relentless sheets. She had left earlier for practice, and I had no umbrella, no ride—just an excuse to linger a little longer.

“You always get caught in the rain, huh, Sunshine?”

My breath hitched at the familiar voice, low and amused.

I turned, already knowing who I’d see.

Caleb stood a few feet away, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding an umbrella at his side. Stray strands of damp hair clung to his forehead, his school blazer slightly wrinkled like he had just pulled it on without care.

I scoffed. “That’s a dumb nickname.”

He smirked. “Says the one who never remembers an umbrella.” Then, without waiting for permission, he took a step closer, tilting his umbrella just enough to cover me. “Come on, I’ll walk you.”

I hesitated. But the cold air bit at my skin, and it wasn’t like I had another choice.

So I stepped in.

It should’ve been fine. Normal. We had walked together plenty of times before, always because of her. The thought sat heavy in my chest, an unspoken truth I tried to ignore.

The space under the umbrella was small. Too small. The scent of his cologne mixed with the rain, something warm and clean that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge.

We walked in silence, the rhythmic patter of raindrops filling the gaps where words should have been. It wasn’t an awkward silence—he never seemed to struggle with those. To me, though, it was suffocating, heavy with everything I’d spent so long trying to ignore.

Caleb hummed thoughtfully. “You always overthink everything, Sunshine.”

I glanced at him. “And you don’t think enough.”

He grinned. “That’s why we balance each other out.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, willing my heart to settle. We didn’t balance anything. I was just—there. A background character in his life, a passing moment he’d forget by tomorrow.

Then, just as casually as everything else he did, he reached out.

“Hold still,” he murmured.

Before I could react, his fingers brushed against my forehead, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear.

The touch was light, but it sent a bolt of something sharp and electric through me. The world shrank down to just that moment, just that sensation.

I could say it. Right now.

The words were right there, lodged in my throat. Three small words waiting to slip out.

But I swallowed them down before they could ruin everything.

I wanted him to be indifferent so bad. To treat me like I was just another face in the crowd, someone easily forgotten. But he didn’t. He was Caleb. Kind, thoughtful, always saying just the right thing, doing just enough to keep me hoping.

By the time we reached my house, my clothes were still dry, but my heart was drowning.

He smiled, completely unaware of what he’d just done to me. “See you tomorrow.”

And then he was gone, walking back into the rain, while I stood there, watching, waiting, wishing—soaking in everything I could never have.

–

That moment under the umbrella should have meant nothing. Just a momentary act of kindness. A small thing.

To him, it probably was. A simple gesture, something he’d done countless times without thinking.

But for me, it was the moment I realized something ugly had settled inside me. Something that stretched beyond just longing or jealousy.

It was envy.

Because she had everything.

Everything I ever wanted.

Not just Caleb, though that stung more than I wanted to admit. It was the way she moved through life—effortlessly. She was always the centre of attention, always the first choice and always the one people gravitated toward. She didn’t have to fight for anyone’s affection. She didn’t have to wonder whether she was enough. She simply was.

She was loved without question. She was accepted, admired, and celebrated.

And me?

I was the girl who blended into the background. The one whose laugh was too quiet to be heard, whose smile was lost among the crowd. The one who always had to fight to be noticed, but when she was, it felt like an afterthought.

And it had always been like that. I had always been the second best—but now? Now, it was so much worse. Every time she smiled at him, every time they shared a joke or a look that I couldn’t understand, the resentment inside me only grew. I wanted to scream, to shake her, to force her to see that I existed too, that I mattered too. But I couldn’t. She was my best friend. And so, I kept my mouth shut.

It wasn’t just about Caleb anymore. It was about everything.

It was about the way she lived in a world where everything was handed to her, where she didn’t have to second-guess her place in anyone’s life. The way people respected her for being who she was, while I was left wondering what I was doing wrong. What made me less than her?

And I hated her for it.

I hated the way she made it look so easy. I hated how every compliment she got felt like a punch to the gut. I hated how she never questioned her worth.

I couldn’t even give myself the comfort of believing I was worthy of anything.

So, I pulled away.

Not because I was hurt or heartbroken. Not because I couldn’t stand seeing them together. But because I was angry. Angry at her, angry at him, and most of all, angry at myself for constantly standing by and letting them have everything I wanted.

I avoided her calls, stopped texting back right away, and made excuses when she asked if I wanted to hang out. I found myself making plans to be somewhere, anywhere, but with her. And when she did manage to drag me somewhere, I was quiet. I’d say as little as possible, smile only when necessary, and just... disappear into the background.

It was easier that way. Less painful.

I started isolating myself. Avoiding her meant avoiding Caleb. And avoiding Caleb meant less of the painful, gnawing feeling that clawed at my chest every time I saw them together.

The worst part was that she didn’t notice. She never did.

She was so used to being the centre of attention, so used to everyone loving her, that the subtle shift in our dynamic went completely unnoticed. She never realised that the space between us had grown wider, that my silence wasn’t just me being distant—it was me retreating from a world I no longer wanted to be part of.

It was suffocating.

I couldn’t let her see. I couldn’t let anyone see how much it hurt. Because if I did, they’d know the ugly truth. That I wasn’t just a background character in their story. I wasn’t just plain.

I was jealous. And envy had become my constant companion, my closest friend.

And I wasn’t sure how to let go of it.

–

Caleb’s graduation was the moment I had been dreading and expecting all at once. The school gymnasium was decorated with streamers and balloons, the air was filled with pride and excitement. The graduating class stood at the front, Caleb among them, ready to speak as the valedictorian. He had earned the title, of course—everyone expected it.

As he stood at the podium, his easy smile and effortless charm seemed to fill the room, the crowd hanging on every word he spoke. I watched from my seat in the crowd, alongside her, face beaming with pride. So much for distancing myself. She was proud of him, and so was I, in a way. After all, he was her best friend, the boy who had been part of her life for as long as I could remember.

Caleb’s speech was inspiring, warm, and heartfelt. He spoke about friendships, dreams, and the future, words that made everyone in the room feel like they were part of something bigger than themselves. When he finished, the crowd erupted in applause, and she was already up from her seat, rushing toward him.

My eyes followed her, knowing exactly what would happen next. She was always there for him, and he, in turn, was always there for her. The bond between them was undeniable, visible to everyone. They had been friends for years, but sometimes, it felt like more than just friendship. I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, a silent witness to the connection they shared.

And then, it happened. She reached Caleb, her smile wide, and before anyone could say anything, she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. The crowd cheered, and Caleb smiled in return, a look of fondness in his eyes. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything special—at least, not for them.

But for me, it was like a dagger in my chest.

I wasn’t jealous. I am not jealous.

I told myself it should’ve been fine. I had walked with them before, watched them interact, and laughed at their jokes, but this moment? This one was different. This one hit harder than I was prepared for. The way they looked at each other, the ease in their gestures—it was a reminder of something I’d never be a part of.

When Caleb pulled away from her, his eyes scanned the room. I could feel his gaze, and for a brief moment, our eyes met. But unlike the usual moments when he would smile, wave, or make some casual comment, this time, he simply looked away, his attention already drifting toward someone else.

No acknowledgement. No wave. Nothing.

I swallowed hard, fighting back the sudden wave of emotion. It should’ve been normal. He was just being Caleb. Kind, friendly, the same as always. But in that moment, the silence felt like a slap.

She was glowing from the attention she got from him and turned back toward me with a smile. I couldn’t bring myself to return it. I just looked at her, at the way she was so comfortable with him, and the heaviness in my chest made it harder to breathe.

I wasn’t part of their world. And deep down, I knew that was never going to change.

I stood up from my seat, moving slowly, hoping to blend into the crowd. My heart pounded in my chest, not from excitement, but from the sharp sting of realising that no matter how many times I told myself it didn’t matter, it did.

I had no place in their story. They didn’t need me. I was always going to be a side note in the narrative that was unfolding before me. The quiet, unnoticed figure in the back of the room while they moved on to bigger things.

And I would remain there, in the background, just like I always had.

Forever. Always. Unnoticed.

#꒰ა 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 .ᐟ #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #lads caleb #lnds caleb #love and deepspace fic #lads x reader #lnds x reader #caleb angst #lads angst

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alchemistc · 11 months ago

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eta: based on my spiral in the tags of this post

Tommy's quiet as Buck nuzzles his nose into his neck, fingers stretched wide against Buck's back, rubbing absentmindedly.

Buck tilts his gaze up. He's staring at the ceiling.

There's nothing wrong with a little ceiling staring. Buck is actually a really big fan of ceiling staring, when needed, but Tommy's been so good at being a sounding board when Buck needs it, way better than the silently judgey rafters, and Buck wants to return the favor.

"What're you thinking about?"

Tommy hums, lifting his head just a bit, the skin under his chin wrinkling like a shar-pei.

His hand slides up, down, palm lifting so he can swirl his fingers a bit.

Buck's always been a big fan of cuddling, but there's something extra sweet about Tommy's version of it - skin to skin, even if it's just rucking up Buck's shirt so he can get a hand in there, arms and legs all tangled up in each other, his hand always drawing aimless patterns. Buck's getting too used to it - had caught himself pouting, a little, the last time Tommy hugged him in a rush out the door and didn't do the little circular motion against the small of Buck's back that usually indicated when a hug was over. He's a little worried someone else is gonna hug him and he's gonna melt into it, tuck his face into someone inappropriate's neck.

"Eddie asked me something earlier, and I didn't have a clue how to answer it."

Buck tips his chin against Tommy's chest, a little eager at the idea of providing answers. Tommy knows how much he likes that.

"What about?"

"About you." He pinches at Buck's side. "Us, technically."

Oh. Well. Buck doesn't have facts and figures and statistics about that. Yet.

He hums.

"He wanted to know why I don't call you Buck."

"Do you two talk about me enough for him to notice that?" He's pretending not to be pleased about that. He's doing a shitty job, but still.

Tommy blows out a breath, hands drifting down, over the hem of Buck's briefs to squeeze. "You are one of the things we have in common. It's not all shirtless men beating the crap out of each other and trauma bonding over enemy gunfire," he says, wry, fingers sliding over Buck's ass and around to his hip, no real intention in the motion, just touching to touch.

And that's - oh that's kinda nice. The idea of that, just being a shared interest between them.

"I didn't know what to say," he continues, like he can't see Buck really fucking enjoying the idea of being a topic of conversation between his boyfriend and his best friend. "You introduced yourself as Evan. You've never corrected me, so - I didn't see a reason to change it up."

Buck grins, a little bashful. "Yeah. It took me a while to figure out why I did that."

Tommy raises a brow, hands still wandering as he waits for Buck to expand on that.

"Buck was a work thing, to start," he tells him, still working his way through it, because he's only recently considered exactly why he'd never told Tommy to call him Buck. "And then the 118 kind of became my family, and Buck - it just felt like Buck was who I was. The person I wanted to be. Evan was just - the guy I was before I found my people." Tommy's hand sweeps over his back. "And, like - I never hated that guy. Evan. He was just - he was just there, in the background. People only used it when they had something serious to say." Except his parents, but that - that's not the point he's trying to make, anyway.

"Good serious or bad serious?"

"Just - important. Something - something that needed both of those parts of me to be present in the moment."

Tommy hums. "So when we met, and you introduced yourself..."

"I think I was just trying to manufacture some intimacy." Buck admits, like he hadn't spent a ceiling-staring evening of his own figuring out this exact thing. "Get you to call me sweetheart right out the gate."

Tommy's eyes go soft and sweet. Buck never means to do this, give Tommy all these chick flick moments of introspection, but when they stumble into his lap he can't deny the little thrill that races up his spine at the sight of Tommy tucking them away. Tommy's hand settles between his shoulder blades, fingers spanning wide. "I'm not telling Eddie that," he teases, and Buck nips at his arm in retaliation.

#bucktommy #bucktommy ficlet #expanding on my tags i'll link the post when i'm not on mobile

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haithhegimp · 3 months ago

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in my heart of hearts, they are all Real robins (honourable mentions!)

WHOOF alright ranting and robin list under the cut!

these are a whooole buncha robins pulled from DC database robin disambiguation (which i cant link properly for somefuck reason, just look DC database robin disambiguation to get the page im talking about), that i sorted through with some criteria

have to be called robin- robin adjascent characters who are not called robin are not counted (but im making an honourable mentions thing of them)

they have to be a hero/vigilante/crime-fighter/something like that (did i ignore this rule to add cassandra? yes i did but screw you, its cass)

if i have one robin with a certain name, then i won't include AU versions of that robin (eg i didnt include any of the AU dick graysons)

the rule above does not apply if they are just named robin

they have to be in a comic- doesn't matter if theyre from a comic, as long as they're in one (did i make this rule because of matt mcginnis? yes, yes i did.)

i only double checked some of them so there are almost definitely robins that should be in the honourable mentions thing i will be making, but snuck in here. i dont care because i love them (side eyes bruce clone robin and grits teeth) like them all.

i did not order or organize them (other than dick, jason, and lance being the first three) because that would actually fucking kill me, so you can make a game of finding which robins are which! here is a list of them all, also not in order or by who is who because again that would kill me. please find them on dc database if youre interested. a lot of them are very fun characters.

dick grayson

lance bruner

jason todd

tim drake

carie kelley

stephanie brown

damian wayne

duke thomas

bruce wayne

helena wayne

christopher ward

francisco ramirez

robinbot

robintron

lance hart

anita jean

john grayson

talia kane

robzarro

barbara gordon (earth 37)

bruce wayne junior (earth 38)

clark wayne (earth 38)

cassandra (earth 118)

billy batson (the batman who laughs)

robin king (dark multiverse / king of pain)

matt(hew) mcginnis

drake winston

ricky (robin 3000)

tris plover (legends of the dead earth)

dexter dent

gan (elseworlds / beyond the white knight)

thomas wayne (elseworlds / robin 3000)

robert chang (digital justice)

marya (elseworlds / batman: i, joker)

daxton chill (we are robin)

isabella ortiz (we are robin)

dre cipriani (we are robin)

riko sheridan (we are robin)

fam im not going to lie all the we are robin kids were supposed to be in honourable mentions but i miscalculated how many robins were there when making my base and needed some more folks. i was making duke an exception anyways (because DUKE) so i just stretched that a little to be all the we are robin kids

robin (just imagine)

robin (earth 43)

robin ii (dark multiverse / crisis on infinite earths)

robin (possible futures / futures end)

robin (possible futures / batman: year 100)

robin (possible futures / dc one million)

robin (dc love is a battlefield)

that is!!! all of them in the drawing, i believe! (let me know if i missed any lol) i physically cannot tag them all because there are more than 30 of them and 30 tags is the limit, so ill be tagging the mainstream ones and just "robin"!

if youre curious why this all happened, its all because of lance. i gave that motherfucker PITY FANART but then the neurodivergence kicked in and i got attatched, and then i was scrolling through the robin disambiguation page and i just felt so so sad because do any of these robins have fanart!? does anyone ever draw them!?!? how can i give lance pity fanart when hes not even a real robin (i love you lance) and then Not draw all these robins!?!?!? so yeah i drew them. i still feel bad because i couldnt draw ALL of them but like i had to give myself a limit because im genuinely sorry but im NOT drawing dick grayson (earth-one), dick grayson (earth-two), dick grayson (new-earth), and dick grayson (prime-earth) because those are all of his versions from MAINSTREAM. not even alternate universes he has that many versions in MAINSTREAM. i would actually go into a fucking coma if i chose to draw ALL the robins.

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redocity · 5 months ago

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Hii can I request with buck “so you wouldn't mind if i got with person c, right?" "no, i would mind." "...why?" (silence)

Dating rumors but they don't deny them" Both are From the not quite lovers prompt

𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ≠ 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 — 𝐄.𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

“so you wouldn't mind if i got with person c, right?" "no, i would mind." "...why?" (silence)

Dating rumors but they don't deny them

evan buckley x gn!reader | 2.0k | flangst? | masterlist.

𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 !!

You don’t remember when it started.

Maybe it was a laugh that lingered too long, an inside joke that felt a little too personal, or the way his hand brushed yours one day and didn’t immediately pull away.

Whatever it was, by the time the rumours about you and Buck started circulating around the firehouse, they didn’t feel as ridiculous as they probably should have.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. You weren’t dating him, after all. You were friends. Best friends, even. Sure, you spent more time with him than anyone else, and yes, sometimes your heart skipped when he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, but that was just Buck. He had this way of making people feel special. It wasn’t about you.

Or so you told yourself.

The first time you heard the rumour, you’d just come back from a call. Your hands were still smudged with soot, your body aching from the adrenaline crash, when Hen sidled up next to you with a smirk.

“So,” she began, drawing out the word like she already knew the answer to the question she hadn’t asked yet, “you and Buck, huh?”

You froze, your brain scrambling to process what she was saying.

“Me and Buck what?” you asked, hoping your voice sounded casual, though the flush creeping up your neck probably gave you away.

Hen raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. You two have been practically glued at the hip lately. People are starting to talk,”

“People?” you repeated. “What people?”

Hen just shrugged, her smirk widening. “Everyone. Chim. Cap. Probably the neighbors across the street. You two aren’t exactly subtle,”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Hen was already walking away, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding for reasons you didn’t want to examine too closely.

The thing is, you don’t deny it. Not really.

You tell yourself it’s because the rumors are harmless. No one really thinks you and Evan are together—it’s just a bit of firehouse gossip, something to laugh about in between shifts. And anyway, Buck doesn’t seem bothered by it.

When Chimney teases him about “his partner” or Eddie smirks and asks if the two of you need some alone time, he just rolls his eyes and laughs it off. You follow his lead, brushing off the comments with a shrug and a smile, even as your chest tightens every time someone mentions it.

Because the truth is, you don’t mind the rumours as much as you probably should.

And that’s dangerous.

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The night it comes to a head, you’re at Buck’s apartment.

It’s a regular thing now, these nights at his place. Sometimes it’s movie marathons or ordering takeout and falling into fits of laughter over the ridiculous stuff Chimney posts in the group chat. Other times, it’s quieter—Evan showing you a new recipe he found, the two of you talking about everything and nothing until you lose track of time.

Tonight, it’s pizza and a game of Mario Kart. Buck is predictably terrible at it, and you’re halfway through a victory lap when he nudges your arm, sending your controller flying out of your hands.

“Cheater!” you exclaim, shoving him back, but he just grins, his eyes crinkling in that way that always makes your stomach flip.

“Don’t hate the player,” he says, his voice teasing.

You roll your eyes, reaching for your controller, but before you can grab it, Buck’s phone buzzes on the coffee table. He glances at the screen, and you catch the way his expression shifts—just slightly, but enough to make you pause.

“Everything okay?” you ask.

He hesitates, then shrugs. “Yeah, it’s just…Taylor.”

Your stomach tightens. Taylor Kelly. You’d almost forgotten she was back in town.

“What does she want?” you ask, trying to sound casual, though you’re not sure you succeed.

“She’s asking if I want to grab a drink tomorrow night,” Evan says, his tone light, like it’s not a big deal. Like your heart isn’t currently trying to claw its way out of your chest.

“Oh,” you say, because you don’t know what else to say.

Evan looks at you, his expression unreadable. “So, you wouldn’t mind if went out with her, right?”

Your breath catches.

“No, I would,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Evan blinks, clearly surprised. “...Why?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What are you supposed to say? That the thought of him with someone else makes you want to scream? That you’ve been lying to yourself for months, pretending you didn’t feel something for him because you were too afraid of what it might mean?

“The next race is starting,”

Evan’s gaze lingers on you for a moment, and you think you see something flicker in his eyes—something soft and tentative and terrifying. But then he looks away, and the moment passes.

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You don’t talk about it after that.

Buck doesn’t bring up Taylor again, and you don’t ask. Things go back to normal—or as close to normal as they can be when you’re still reeling from the weight of what you didn’t say.

But then the rumours start up again. And they’re not about you this time.

It’s small things at first—Hen mentioning that someone from another station spotted Buck and Taylor at a bar downtown, Chimney muttering something about how fast news travels in the firefighter community.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. Buck is allowed to see whoever he wants. It’s not like you’re together.

But when Eddie makes an offhand comment during a call—something about Taylor being “good for Buck” as the two of you pack up the rig—you can’t stop the flare of anger that surges in your chest. You force a smile, focusing on the task at hand, but your mind is miles away.

By the time you’re back at the firehouse, the ache in your chest has settled into something sharper, something harder to ignore.

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That evening, you’re in the locker room when Hen walks in, a knowing look on her face.

“You okay?” she asks, leaning against the lockers.

You glance at her, debating how much to say. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hen raises an eyebrow. “Come on. You’ve been quiet all day, and I know you heard the same thing I did about Buck and Taylor,”

You freeze, your grip on your locker door tightening. “So what if I did? It’s none of my business.”

Hen studies you for a moment, her expression softening. “You’re right. It’s not. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother you,”

You swallow hard, looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Sure, you don’t,” Hen says, her voice dry. “Listen, I’m not trying to push, but maybe it’s time you ask yourself why this is getting under your skin. Because from where I’m standing, it looks a lot like jealousy,”

The word hits you like a slap, even though you know she’s right.

“I’m not jealous,” you say weakly, but Hen just gives you a pointed look before walking away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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You manage to avoid Buck for most of the next day, throwing yourself into work and keeping your interactions with him strictly professional. But it’s not easy. Every time he laughs at something Chimney says or flashes that grin of his, you feel your resolve weaken.

During the next shift, when the team is gathered in the kitchen. Buck is sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone, while the others chat around him.

“Did you see that post Taylor made?” Chim asks, his tone teasing.

Buck looks up, confused. “What post?”

Chim grins, pulling out his own phone. “This one,”

He holds up the screen, and you catch a glimpse of a photo: Buck and Taylor, sitting close together at what looks like a bar. Or you presume so anyway considering his face isn’t actually in the photo. She’s leaning into him, her smile wide and bright.

“Wow,” Eddie says, smirking. “That’s pretty cozy,”

Buck chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not a big deal. We’re just catching up,”

“Sure,” Hen says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

You force yourself to smile, even as your chest tightens. “Well, I’m glad you’re having fun,” you say, keeping your voice light.

Buck glances at you, his smile faltering. “Yeah. Thanks.”

The conversation shifts, but you barely hear it. All you can think about is that photo, the way Taylor was looking at him, the way he didn’t seem to mind.

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That night, you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Buck.

Hey, you okay? You’ve been quiet lately.

You stare at the message, your heart pounding. Part of you wants to ignore it, to pretend everything is fine. But another part of you—the part that’s tired of pretending—knows you can’t keep this up.

Can we talk?

His response is immediate.

Of course. My place?

—

When you arrive at Buck’s apartment, he’s waiting for you at the door, his expression concerned.

“Hey,” he says softly. “What’s going on?”

You step inside, your stomach churning with nerves. “I just…I need to get something off my chest,”

Buck closes the door, his gaze steady. “Okay. I’m listening,”

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but…I’ve been feeling weird lately. About you. About Taylor,”

Buck frowns, his brow furrowing. “Weird how?”

You look down at your hands, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’m jealous,”

The silence that follows is deafening. When you finally look up, Buck is staring at you, his expression unreadable.

“Jealous?” he repeats, like he’s testing the word.

You nod, your cheeks burning. “Yeah. I mean, I know you’re not mine to be jealous over, but I can’t help it. Every time I see you with her, it feels like…” You trail off, struggling to find the right words.

“It feels like what?” Buck asks, his voice quiet.

“Like I’m losing you,” you admit, your throat tight. “And I know I don’t have any right to feel that way, but I do. I can’t help it.”

Buck takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t know how,” you say, your voice breaking. “And because I was scared. Scared that if I told you how I feel, it would ruin everything.”

Buck’s expression softens, and before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into a hug.

“You’re not losing me,” he murmurs, his voice firm. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried.”

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you.

When he pulls back, his hands linger on your arms, his gaze steady. “For the record,” he says, his voice soft, “I wasn’t serious about Taylor. It was never anything more than catching up with an old friend,”

Relief floods through you, and you let out a shaky laugh. “Good. Because I think I’d lose my mind if it was,”

Buck grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “So…what does this mean? For us?”

You meet his gaze, your heart pounding. “I don’t know,”

Buck’s smile widens, and for the first time in weeks, the tension in your chest eases. Because whatever happens next, you know one thing for sure: you’re done pretending.

And so is he.

“I think I do,”

#9 1 1 #evan buckley #9 1 1 fanfiction #evan buckley x reader #buck x reader #oliver stark #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley angst

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violet-eng · 5 months ago

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🔞 See you on the other side | Thanos (Choi Su-bong x fem!reader)

I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A LONG TIME, VERY ASHAMED OF HOW BADLY WRITTEN OR BASIC THIS MAY BE.

Anyway, I don't know where this came from, I've had this desire for Choi Seunghyun stuck for like 10 years now, somehow I had to get rid of it. I'm still embarrassed…

Awkward plot, as always, I must add drama because if my life is full of drama then the fanfic just the same.

Summary: Fem reader has cancer, her ex is Subong, who asked her for drugs when she was working at the hospital, she gave them to him because they were for his jet lag and dizziness, but things escalate and she ends up fired and he with some sort of dependency. Anyway, they meet again in the squid game and he tries to fix everything with her because he obviously didn't forget her. And OBVIOUSLY for this first fic we have the typical and respectable BATHROOM SCENE.

Warnings 🔞🔥: mentions of cancer, SEX, SMUT, oral fem receiving, fingering. That…

In this fic, Thanos would be behaving somewhat bottom/sub? Is real life T.O.P a bottom? ask jiyong, enjoyyyyyy but not too much

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Three people down, or perhaps it was four? In situations where one's personal safety is compromised, the finer details can appear insignificant. Your hands and legs trembled, and your entire body was a nervous system susceptible to error and misstep. You felt the acceleration of your heartbeat in your throat and ears, echoing in your head, and perspiration running down your cheekbones, the salty sensation in your mouth.

Your eyes turned to the spot where a figure was jumping carefree, holding the surprise in your chest when you saw Subong in the crowd, your Subong. He looked like a hallucination, hovering among the players, jumping over the corpses with a maniacal grin… drugs… your drugs.

The daily game had reached its end. It was shocking that people had died in such a strange way, and there were many questions to be answered. However, the pain was even more overwhelming because cancer was like that: painful, unbearable without medicine, especially in the current circumstances.

'Señorita' the voice was behind you; you felt his presence, the shadow of his figure enveloping you completely, and the scent of his skin and the dye of his hair brought back precious but bitter memories. How much pain love can endure.

'Su-bong', you whispered, though you thought your voice was firm, the nuance was faint and the volume low.

'My baby! What are you doing here?"His arms abruptly embraced you, drawing you into his body, and your cheek bumped against his chest.You felt that familiar, heady feeling of being protected by him — loved.

Away from the crowd, Subong inspects your face, noticing spots of blood that are not yours and a couple of dark circles under your eyes… nothing else.

'You don't look well,' he says with a grimace.

'I need some,' you say, your breathing heavy, your eyes watering, your gaze beseeching, 'You owe me. I got them for you.'

He does not take you up on your request, nor does he attempt to argue with you, because he knows that is one of the reasons you lost your medical licence.

'Say "Aaah"'.

He brings one of his hands in front of you, a colourful pill between his fingers, and slowly touches your lower lip to make you open your mouth.His fingers enter, and your tongue takes the pill, but habit, treacherous habit, appears and your tongue tastes his fingers. A touch of what you had been.

Your eyes meet his as you both reminisce about the good times you shared during your relationship. When you two were an item, he would gently slide his fingers into your mouth, and within moments, you would be caught up in a passionate embrace, him on top of you, making love from behind while whispering a range of compliments in your ear.

'Better?' he inquires, his fingers gently tracing the lips around your mouth. You nod as the memory fades. You feel as if you've tasted a taste of normality, something you haven't enjoyed in years.

The night after games and food, you feel heavy and lethargic. You sweat and shiver, and you realise that it is a reaction of your body. You had treated several patients like this for years, and the helplessness of becoming one had made you fall into a very dark place, almost abandoning yourself.

"Bathroom" you request one of the guards, but your voice is not as steady as your gaze. The guard declines, and you consider that if you had a pen with you, you would have moved him out of your way, as you did with the insurance agent who had refused to cover your chemotherapy.

"It's urgent. I just want to freshen up" you insist, aware that in your position you can't make demands like that.

‘Hey bro, she has cancer, if it was your sister or your mother would you treat her like this?’ Subong appears at the right moment, after having watched you for a long time, “look at her, she can't even stand up”.

He places his arm around you and shakes you vigorously, as if manipulating a rag doll. His methods are deceptively straightforward, yet his success is unparalleled.Even if you had been in optimal health, he would have still prevailed.

You wash your face and pour water on the back of your neck, observing the reflection in the mirror. Your bruised features bear little resemblance to the respectable oncologist you used to be.

Subong's drugs have effectively mitigated your feelings of rejection, causing all sentiments towards the person in the mirror to dissipate within moments. Although you don't recognize yourself, you feel a sense of rejuvenation, as if returning to a state of strength and painlessness.

Subong approaches you, resting his chin on your shoulder, leaning his hands against the sink. You feel his breath in your ear and the soft brush of his lips on your neck, his kisses below your ear, at the precise spot that makes your skin bristle, reminiscent of their days together.

Subong's voice, husky and subtle, with sweet undertones, asks, "Feeling better?" The enigma that is Subong: he seems impenetrable and stoic when he raps, yet under the stage he is a sensitive and playful creature, always with a striking look and a touch of madness.

"Better," you reply, looking in the mirror and observing the closeness between the two of you, as if time hasn't passed, as if you were never done with him, as if your souls weren't on a tightrope drifting off to who knows where. You experience a sense of longing for him, the intimacy, the warmth of his embrace, the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way his lips cling to your skin without kissing you, as if it causes him discomfort to touch you, as if you were made of porcelain.

"When we make that money, I'll pay for your chemotherapy," he says. His voice is masculine and deep, rough, and his eyes are like fogged glass, intrinsically wounded by your illness as if it were his own.

"What about your debts?" you inquire, turning to him, cradling his face in your hands, him still leaning on the sink behind you.

He bends down to look at you blearily, and with a smirk, almost cartoonishly, he says, "Fuck the debt. I only care about your well-being. I'll see who I'll take his share from."

This provokes laughter from you, which you hadn't experienced in nearly a year. The corners of your lips ache, and the sensation of your cheeks expanding sends shivers down your skin.

Subong remarks, "There it is," as he touches the tip of your nose. "My girl's cute laugh." His fingers trace the contours of your lips, evoking memories on your skin with his touch, and reviving sensations you thought were lost.

He knows how to make you feel good, how to tease you, and how to be gentle because he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle it if he used all his strength.It's like when you went to the bars -the body remembers, so you move naturally from soft kisses and panting to one of the cubicles.

Your pants are on the floor, your underwear is around one of your ankles, and you are sitting on the toilet seat.Subong is skilled at rapping, which allows his tongue to glide with delight. He breathes softly as he holds his face between your legs.His fingers glide up your thighs, tracing ancient marks with his thumbs, while his tongue paints your velvety walls with his devotion.

You intertwine your fingers in his hair, your head thrown back, your eyes rolling back as the combination of drugs and his adept tongue takes hold. You hear him emit a low, throaty sound as you discreetly disengage from his grasp and press his face against yours, his nose brushing against your sensitive area.

You inhale his scent, the rhythm of your heart accelerating, and you feel the warmth of his fingers between your legs. His fingers begin to brush against your folds, and you recognize the familiarity of this touch.

"I don't think I can bear it," you whisper, pulling him away from you. Your hands are in his hair, your eyes fixed on his, which are black and smiling as his tongue wipes his chin. His tanned skin is glistening with the crystals of your juices.

"I promise to be gentle. I will make you feel good, baby." The dichotomy of sweetness of his face and the naughtiness of his fingers exploring your womanhood plunges you into an unknown territory somewhere between amusement and discretion.He enjoys seeing the way you squirm at his touch, at his fingers delving inside you and roaming over formerly dominated territory.

He swiftly locates your sensitive areas, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. His fingers disappear into your ecstasy, and you begin to rhythmically shake your hips, in harmony with the intruders testing your last reserves of sanity.

"So… ohhh-"

Subong looks at you satisfied as you begin to chant incoherently. He has always loved to please you, and that's why he has been so devoted to your body, learning every nook and cranny and experimenting with his movements to achieve the perfect reaction of your being, which is now destroyed under his fingers.

"More," you moan, gripping his shoulders with your nails, and he, your devoted instrument of pleasure, takes you to the edge of losing yourself in your own pleasure, of feeling every electric fiber of your body.

"Don't hold back."The rough voice and soft tongue are in full effect, and you can feel your body responding with heightened sensation. Your voice is almost a scream, your teeth holding back your lips, and your shoulders tensing as it reaches its peak, and then it explodes inside you. You exhale hard, your legs wrapping around his head, your hands in his hair, almost tearing out his locks.

"Shit," he laughs, as you shudder and catch your breath. "When you heal, I'll do you better. I promise." He rises to kiss you, his tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and your own taste bathes your tongue.

"How did you know I had cancer?" you know this is not the time to ask, and yet you do.He smiles over your lips as he kisses you.

"When I went to see you at the hospital, they told me you had been arrested by the police for stabbing an insurance agent during your chemotherapy," he says over you, proud as he wipes traces of saliva from your chin.

"You knew my medical license had been taken away. Why did you look for me at the hospital?"

"I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I would ask one of your old friends for her phone to call you, you would have answered them," he said, kneeling down to pull your panties up.

"I am sorry I blocked your number."

"It's all in the past," he says, smiling up from the floor and wiping his lip with his thumb. "It was good," he continues, "when we get out of here, you can unblock me."

"Do you believe we'll survive this?" you pull up your pants and escort him out of the cubicle.

"I'm not certain of anything, but if anything happens, I'll see you on the other side," he says, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of your skin.

"See you on the other side…"

#thanos x reader #thanos squid game #choi su bong #thanos #squid game thanos #thanos smut #thanos x you #thanos x y/n #choi subong #player 230 x reader #choi su bong x reader #player 230 #player 230 smut #squid game

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birdbaddie · 1 year ago

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I promise

yooooo

literally my first post ever so yippeeeee.

I got inspired by another post on here so I decided to make some glop of my own 😈. Reader's technique is basically just wings and healing, I will go in more depth in future oneshots.

ft. Satoru x f!Reader, mostly platonic!Megumi x f.Reader

Both Satoru and reader are around 20 and Megumi is around 8.

-discusses- violence, injuries, hurt+Comfort, poor baby Megumi needs a hug :( and Satoru being Satoru. Enjoy!

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‘That worthless Tatsuya!’

Megumi kicked a stone as he stomped out of the school gates. Usually he wouldn’t care less when Tatsuya or any of his other goons picked on him but things just kept going wrong for him the past week and to top it off- that rat decided to start talking about you and Satoru and how weird it was that you were his guardians.

“Did you see that tall guy rolling around yesterday because he dropped his ice-cream?”

“Yeah my mom says to avoid them because they are dangerous to everyone”

Megumi didn’t understand when Tatsuya said dangerous. He understood the strength both of his guardians had but he couldn’t have meant that.

“No wonder Megumi is so strange, Do you think he’s as dangerous as his guardians?”

“Let’s not go near him, he can’t hurt anyone if he’s alone”

Megumi would’ve punched those bullies without hesitation but he made a promise with you last week after the 7th home call about his fighting.

“Megumi, you can’t keep doing this. You know that right?”

He remembers your soft voice and your equally soft hands cleaning the cuts on his hands. He kept quiet though because he knew if he spoke he might’ve either cried or became angry again and that would only make you worry more.

“Listen, I just don’t want you getting hurt. I know you have a good heart and have the right reasons but hitting others is never the right option no matter how right your reason is”

You quickly healed his cuts with your technique and he felt a rush of calmness envelop him, the way it always does when you have to use your technique on him.

“Promise me you will stop doing this, It makes me upset whenever I see even one scratch on you. I know we’re only your guardians but we love you and only want what's best for you, please Megumi….”

He looked at your face for the first time since coming back from school. You had tears ready to fall as you gently gripped his hands. He didn’t know if it was your technique or not but your emotions were always obvious, and with the way your eyebrows were as furrowed as they could be and you biting your lip to stop you from sobbing told him all he needed to know how you were feeling.

And it was all because of him.

“I promise”

Megumi sits on the sidewalk as he waits for you to pick him up.

It’s been 2 years since you and Gojo took him in and he hates to admit that he’s started getting attached to both of you. Attached enough now that if something happened to you or Gojo and it resulted in both him and Tsumiki getting separated from you two, he would give up on trying altogether.

Gojo was meant to pick him up today but with a surprise mission all the way in Osaka, it was your job. Tsumiki has been ill all week too so it was just him.

He sighs and rests his head on his hand as he pretends to draw pictures on the road with his feet. He contemplates releasing his divine dogs to play with or just to keep him company as he waits for you but he decides against it because he thinks you will be there soon anyway.

You were never late.

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It’s been twenty minutes, where were you?

The sky was beginning to turn orange and he was the only one there.

Did she forget?........ No she never does when it comes to him and Tsumiki.

What if she just left him on purpose?

It wouldn’t have been the first time it's happened. Not with her specifically, but what if she’s just realised she can leave him just like his parents?

Megumi begins to curl in on himself as these thoughts keep coming.

‘What if that fight I was in last week was the final straw?’

His breathing started to become heavy as he willed himself not to cry.

What if that fight last week just revealed other things you didn’t like about him? What if you hated the way he’s only been cold and despondent since you took him in? What if you hated the fact you not only had to look after him but his sister too? What if you wanted to get rid of him because he took the rest of yours and Gojo’s childhood? What if-

“Megumi?”

He didn’t even realise when there was a large shadow blocking him from the harsh rays of the setting sun. And he especially didn’t realise the familiar comforting hand smoothing his hair.

He looks up to see your enormous white wings shielding him from the sun and your concerned eyes as you try and figure out what happened by not so subtly checking him for any injuries.

You reach for his face and he flinches. Your concern only grows as you reach again and wipe his tears away. Another thing he didn’t realise that happened.

“Are you okay?”

Megumi just stares as he once again couldn’t get the words out of his mouth, worried he might say too much.

“Did something happen in school?”

“He can’t hurt anyone if he’s alone”

He felt soft feathers surround him as he heard loud sobs and wailing. The hand that was in his hair went to his back and started rubbing small circles. As heard quiet comforting words come from the woman hugging him.

‘Is that me crying?’

The woman tightens her hug as she feels tiny arms wrap around her.

Megumi mumbled something in your neck so you strained back to hear him.

“What did you say?”

“I'm sorry”

His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“Sorry for what gumi?” At this point you were on the verge of calling Satoru to help you with this as you have never seen such a visceral reaction come from this eight year old.

“Please don’t leave us! I promise we’ll be good! I promise we’ll never do anything bad ever again! I promise!-”

“Megumi slow down! No ones leaving you, don’t you remember what I promised you last week?”

Megumi started to calm down as he remembered the rest of your conversation.

“I promise”

You sigh as you both get quiet, with you rubbing his now perfectly healed hands.

“Could you promise me something?”

You look into his eyes with surprise as he asks this. Megumi never asks for anything so it came as a shock, especially when it was as big as a promise.

You smile as you let go of his hands to put the baby wipes back away.

“I guess it’s only fair after I asked you to promise something”

Megumi watches your movements and waits for you to sit back down at the table beside him.

“Could you promise………that you’ll always be here for me and Tsumiki?”

Surprised at his bluntness, you didn’t realise how open Megumi would be tonight. But you just showed him a reassuring smile as you affectionately ruffled his hair.

“Well you’re in luck Gumi, that’s a promise I made to myself the day I met you”

The corners of his lips started to turn up into a smile before the front door burst open with the freak strutting in with the goofiest smile.

A scowl quickly made its way onto his face as he turned away from the idiot making his way over.

“Were you having a family bonding moment without me??? For shame!” satoru quickly threw the medicine for Tsumiki onto the table and decided to plop himself onto Megumi's chair, with Megumi still in it.

“Get off you overgrown lint-roller!” Megumi tries to hit him as Satoru faces you.

“So how was your day Sweets?” Satoru completely ignores the squirming Megumi trying to breathe.

And as you tried and failed to get Satoru off the complaining Megumi, Megumi realised although right now he’d rather be anywhere else- He also wishes to stay right here with them for as long as the universe would let him.

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By now, Megumi has fully calmed down as you helped him to his feet.

“Satoru will be home tonight and Tsumiki has been looking much better today, so why don’t we go and get some ice cream for later, hm?”

And as Megumi grabs your hand to start walking to the convenience store he realises he’ll never be alone as long as you, Satoru and Tsumiki were always with him. He doesn’t have to worry about any of you guys leaving him because you want him as much as he wants you. Screw what everyone else thinks, your little family works and no one could change that.

“Thank you, mom”

#jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #megumi fushiguro #found family #jjk x y/n #megumi needs a hug #mom reader #dad gojo #jjk x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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when is daddy coming home ?

g. satoru ⋅ fem wife reader

note: WOW i'm so sorry for writing this anyways tagging @satoruhour for no reason except i'm evil 👍 ik we need fluff comfort rn but i had to get out at least one devastating post. anyways. enjoy the suffering!!

warnings — heavy pure angst prepare to suffer and cry more than you already are, implied death, chapter 236 spoilers

playme ♪ oh god it's you i watch tv with / when i wake up i see you with me... as long as i'm here, no one can hurt you

scurrying around the kitchen, there's no free time when you've got a little mouth to feed. and you smile when you see your cute little girl devouring the bowl of steaming food. it's satoru's favorite, he asked you to make it today especially and you don't know why.

an hour goes by. you observe your child drawing a scribbly heart.

" what are you drawing ? " you ask, and she replies with " something for daddy. "

" it looks beautiful. who's that ? "

" that's you. and that's daddy. and that's me. "

" are we inside a heart ? "

" yup ! we're inside daddy's heart, because it has the most space. "

your heart feels a peculiar pang, and you look out the window. how strange, you felt like your whole world caved in for that split second.

" mommy, when is daddy coming home ? " your little girl asks innocently.

" soon, angel. "

you ring his number.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now, leave a message — ow !

you remember the day he made this prerecorded messgae. his ow at the end is a reaction to your little girl biting him when she was teething, that was years and years ago now.

the little bell on her bracelet sounds. it's the bracelet that you and gojo wove together in high school; your little one had found it in your memory box and loved it so much that she asked if she could have it as her birthday gift.

that bell chimes as she moves her wrist to color in satoru's eyes with the prettiest blue crayon. and for some reason, it sounds louder than ever; you stare at it. why are tears coming forth?

the tv is playing. the birds are chirping. the world keeps spinning. but your world? it feels like it broke apart. and why? what was this feeling? you felt like... like something devastating has just happened.

you try satoru's phone again, wandering aimlessly into the kitchen. it feels eerily quiet and joyless.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now, leave a message — ow !

you try it again.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now —

you try it again.

gojo satoru ~

he was mimicking the way you always said his name in high school.

and you start breaking down crying, trying and trying repeatedly as if it would change anything. you don't need someone to knock on your door to tell you he's gone, because you can feel it; his spirit isn't in this world anymore. you and him were completely connected, a string between the two of you that linked your hearts and subconscious no matter the distance between them.

when you look up at the sky, there's an endless blue. but all you really think of when you see that sky is his eyes. when you first met, that was one of the first things you told him.

" your eyes put the skies to shame. "

and he replied with something so cheesy that for some reason made you fall in love with him right there.

" aw. well, you put the angels to shame. "

the food goes cold. in his last moment, when he detached from the world, he was thinking about returning home to you. that's why he had asked you to make his favorite, after all. he thought it would be nice to enjoy such a simple thing after saving the world.

it's funny, even if he would have saved the world, he wouldn't have been able to come home to boast about it to you; because you never knew that side of him.

you never knew he was gojo satoru.

you just knew he was your gojo satoru, your doting husband.

when those eyes stared up at the blue sky for the last time, he thought;

at least i got to say i love you to you this morning, and give you that big kiss. treasure it baby, there will be no more now.

rest well honoured one.

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desi2go · 1 year ago

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Importance

pairings: dad!Chan x mom!reader

warnings: angst, fluff

summary: Having a child with an idol isn't easy...

author's note: I'm sorry that I couldn't post anything the last two weeks. But here I am with a new one!

Marriage wasn't easy. Especially when your beloved husband was an idol. The Bang Chan, leader of Stray Kids.

Between tours and busy schedules, there was little time for your relationship. But even though it was hard and you missed him like hell when he was gone for a long time, you still didn't regret to come to your best friend Changbin's party years ago. There, you had met him.

Well, he didn't see you and accidentally poured his drink over you. When your eyes met, he was fascinated by your breathtaking beauty. Maybe it was destiny back then. It felt surreal, like he was your soulmate. The missing piece in in your heart and life.

Apologetic, he bought you a drink and after a wonderful night together, asked for your number.

Soon, he took you out on a date and there followed a second and a third, becoming a huge part in your life.

Without noticing, time passed and Chan proposed to you.

You immediately said yes and became Mrs. Bang.

The second you were married, your family asked when you both would begin to try for a baby but Chan and you wanted to wait some time before thinking about an addition to your family.

You still were young and Stray kids took much time and you understood that. Your job was also one of your top priorities and wanted to earn more money.

But it seemed that the universe had other plans with you two. Seven months after the wedding you started feeling sick. At first you brushed it off and thought that it is just a stomach bug or the stress due to work.

As the lovely but overly concerned husband that he is, Chan took you too a doctor to get a check up. Even though you found it a little bit overdramatic, he still insisted and the reason why you felt nauseous was soon found. You were indeed pregnant and already two months into pregnancy.

Sure, it wasn't planned but you and Chan felt excited to have a small addition to the family. And sooner or later it would have happend anyways.

Chan promised that when the pregnancy was farther along, he would take some time off and help you. You agreed to that and decided to work some more months too before you need to go into maternity leave.

The months passed fast and soon, you welcomed your newest family member. A girl. A sweet girl with already some black locks on her head and the same brown eyes that you fell in love with.

Chan was over the moon. Even though during labour, he was terrified. Would he be a good dad? But all these thoughts washed away when he saw the beautiful angel you both had created with your undying love.

He was the first one to hold her as her crying filled the room. Exhausted, you observed the picture in front of you. Your husband with his precious daughter that already looked like a smaller copy of him.

He was told to undress his shirt and to lay the little bundle of joy against his bare chest to help her breath and keeping her warmth while the doctor checked on you because you had lost a lot of blood during birth.

The first weeks were exhausting. Your little girl, Nari, held both of you awake most of the night. Yourself needed to heal and time to recover from the labor, so you relied mostly on your husband who took such good care for his girl. Fortunately, he got some weeks off to settle into parenthood before going back to the boys even though they nearly saw each other every day.

Since you got home from the hospital, four days after birth, they visited you to meet their 'little sister' as they called Nari. Oh lord, they were so smitten. The only one that seems not so sure about that little human was Seungmin but when he thought that nobody would watch, you catched him drawing circles over Nari's hands, smiling when she wrapped her hand around one of his fingers.

When Chan went back, the house was suddenly so empty. After weeks of being together 24/7, the sudden quiet was unfamiliar. In the mornings, Chan was already out, you loved to lay on the couch, your daughter on your chest, snuggling close to you while sleeping.

When Chan came back home in the evening, he greeted you with a kiss and immediately ran off to his daughter to tell her about his day even though she was already sleeping. You loved to observe him while cooking. You loved this little family. It was something that you ever wanted.

You really loved Nari. But after the pregnancy and early motherhood, you needed some space for yourself. You would love to spend an evening with your girls. Just making yourself look pretty and have fun without watching over a child.

Especially since you almost never leave the house except for some stroller walks and buying errands.

You asked your husband if he comes home some hours earlier so that you could enjoy your night. Immediately, he agreed and you were so grateful that he understood you.

On that day, you took your time with getting ready while your daughter slept. You hoped that Chan would be home soon so that you would be on time since you hated being late.

Minutes passed as you sat on the couch waiting for him. Minutes turned into half an hour and you wrote your girls that you would run a little late today. They were understanding.

More minutes passed and you waited already for a whole hour. You tried to call him since he was always so focused on his work so that he sometimes forgets the time.

He didn't pick up and you were already half an hour late. Your girls were already seated in your restaurant, waiting for you to show up so that they could start ordering food.

Sighing, you texted then that you couldn't make it and they shouldn't wait up on you. Frustrated, you cleared your face from the make up that was hours worth of work.

You took off the new dress that you had bought. You were so excited to wear it because it made you feel so pretty again after the pregnancy made you look bloated and your belly was still not the same then before.

You didn't know if you felt rage, sadness or disappointment that you needed to stay home because of your husband.

It wouldn't be so bad if it was the first time after he got back to work. He used to come back at a normal time to have some time with you and the baby. But as the weeks passed, he stayed later and got up earlier so that you saw him just for some minutes per day.

It was like you were all on your own here in your home. You knew from the beginning that Stray kids was really important to him but after entering parenthood you had hoped that he wouldn't stay till past midnight in the company.

You heard the key unlocking the front door and your husband finally decided to come home after he had promised you that he would be here three hours ago. He greeted you with a small peck on the forehead as you waited for him in the living room.

He looked so calm while dropping his bag to the ground and sitting down on the couch.

"Why are you standing there honey?" He asked. You crossed your arms. He didn't even remembered that this was supposed to be your night out.

"Why are you so late?" You tried to remain calm since your daughter slept in the neighbouring room.

"I was working on the newest song for stray kids" he explained.

"Oh really? Because you said you would be here hours ago" you didn't want to pick a fight. You hated fighting with him. It made your heart clench but this night was important to you.

"I'm sorry honey. But I needed to get it done"

"Well, I had plans for the night, Chan."

"Really? I'm sorry honey. I forgot and this song was important"

"The song was important? My reservation with the girls was important to me" you said and couldn't hold the calm tone that you wanted.

"I already said I'm sorry, Y/n. I got caught up in work" He grew annoyed.

"Like always. You're always so late that I wonder if you even remember that you have a family at home" You knew you were mean and unfair but all these things were twirling around your head for days.

"Of course I remember! I'm sorry that I make money for us" he exclaimed sarcastically. His voice loud, nearly shouting.

These words hurt you. He knew damn well that you aren't dependent on his money and that you make good money as well. Even though you currently took a maternity leave.

"Fuck you, Chan. You aren't the only one working. I was asking you for just one thing. Just being home a little earlier so that I could have some time for myself." You said loudly, your voice cracking in the middle as some tears stung in your eyes.

"Y/n. I-" he tried but you stopped him.

"Nari is your child too. Currently, I'm the only one she sees whether it's in the morning or in the evening. And I'm tired. Tired of being the only one raising her."

You heard cries from the other room. You must have woken up your sleeping daughter. Sighing, you excited the room and headed to Nari without waiting for an answer.

Chan knew that he went too far and that he was more away than home. And it pained him to not spend so much time with his daughter. Slowly he followed you to your daughter's room.

It was dimly lit and you sat in the rocking chair next to her crib with Nari in your arms, rocking her. He hated seeing her in distress and guilt crept up. He was a terrible father and an even more terrible husband.

You felt Chan's hot gaze on you. You knew that the guilt ate him alive right now. He couldn't fool you. Therefore you knew him too well.

After placing Nari back into her crib, giving her a light kiss on her soft skin that smelled so sweet like a baby. Your baby.

Then, you took Chan's hand and lead you outside to the kitchen, farther away from your daughter.

He just followed you, deep in thoughts.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I should have come early. And I know that parenting a child alone is difficult. I didn't want to lash out on you like that. I know that the meeting with your friends was important to you" he said and caressed your hand.

"I'm sorry too. It's obvious that you try to be around Nari as long and often as you can."

"No, you were right. I need to be here more. Especially with you both. I shouldn't let work take over so much" he said and pulled you into his arms.

His arms circled around your waist while yours travelled upwards into his fluffy locks. Exhausted he let his head fall on your shoulder, all the tension leaving his body.

"I love you Chan" you whispered.

"I love you too. You and Nari are the most important things in my life"

#stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan imagines #stray kids #stray kids angst

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magic-shop-stories · 2 months ago

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Hi, C! You write the most amazing headcanons! They're so detailed and beautiful. Would you be willing to make headcanons for OT7 with a plus-sized girlfriend? I'm trying to start loving my body more rather than conform to any beauty standards. Thank you 💜💜💜

💌 Reply:

Hey there... first of all THANK YOU SO SO MUCH for this beautiful request, I am absolutely with you and that might be one of the reasons it took me so long to write this (I'm sorry) , because I really tried not to make it too much about myself and had to take a break while writing. (not that this is an entirely bad thing but it felt pretty personal at some point and I was scared it would be weird)... anyway - I really hope this is what you wanted and what you were looking for 💜 feel hugged and free to ask for more -c -

BTS OT7 x Plus-Size Partner

NAMJOON

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Intellectual Worship

Namjoon doesn’t just see your body

he studies it

not with clinical detachment

with the awe of a man who believes every curve is a stanza in an epic poem

Late-Night Conversations

catch him staring at your stretch marks in bed

fingertips hovering like he’s afraid to smudge a masterpiece

“These, are like the rings of a sequoia. Proof of growth. Survival.”

you laugh nervously

“And far more interesting than my tree metaphors.”

Artistic Parallels

takes you to the Leeum Museum

stands you in front of a Yayoi Kusama infinity mirror

“You’re like this... endless, luminous. Too vast for any frame.”

Protective Advocacy

at a cafe, a stranger mutters:

“She’s lucky to land him.”

Namjoon turns slowly

voice calm but eyes blazing

“Luck implies randomness. What we have is physics... inevitable as gravity.”

pays for their coffee

“Enjoy the latte. And the introspection.”

after a bad dysmorphia day, he draws a bath scattered with lavender and his own favorite books

“Join me. The water displacement theory is more fun with two.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Words as Armor

Love Notes

slips a handwritten quote into your lunchbox

“You are the universe, expressing itself as human for a little while.” — N.T.

adds a PS

“P.S. Your kimchi pancakes are better than the cosmos.”

Lyrical Tributes

writes a verse about your hips for his solo album

“A cradle for the moon / my hands too small to hold such grace.”

lets you hear it first

“Too cheesy? I can… edit.”

you cry?

he panics

“Good tears? Please say good tears.”

Acts of Service

Food = Love

learns to bake your childhood dessert

despite burning/ruining it three times

presents the fourth with singed eyebrows

“Uhhh... I am a quick study. Eat.”

Nature Therapy

plans hikes to hidden temples

insists on carrying the picnic basket

“Your strength isn’t measured by a backpack. Let me… contribute to the ecosystem.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Curve

Mistakes

accidentally buys you a “fitness tracker” as a gift

realizes his error when you freeze

spends the night researching intuitive eating

leaves a tear-stained apology note

“I’m sorry. I’ll be better.”

Education

bookmarks essays on fat liberation

debates toxic diet culture with Jungkook

“Hyung, it’s just a salad...” “It’s never just a salad.”

Shared Vulnerability

Confessions

admits he used to equate “health” with thinness

“I was wrong. Health is… waking up excited to live. You taught me that.”

Mutual Healing

lets you see his own insecurities

= stretch marks from rapid muscle gain, scars from idol pressures

“We’re both… works in progress. Beautifully unfinished.”

HOW HE DEFIES THE WORLD FOR YOU

Public Statements

UN Speech

diverts from his climate script

“Sustainability isn’t just for the planet; it’s for our souls. We must sustain joy, self-love, the radical act of existing unapologetically.”

camera pans to you in the front row

he doesn’t look

he doesn’t need to

Fashion Rebellion

wears a custom suit jacket lined with fabric matching your favorite dress

“So you’re always with me. Even when they crop you out of photos.”

Private Revolutions

Home Sanctuary

turns your shared bedroom into a tech-free zone

“Here, you’re not a ‘body’, you’re my home.”

Legacy Building

plants a gingko tree in your name

“In 100 years, this will remind someone that love outlives labels.”

JIN

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Playful Devotion

Jin’s love is loud, bright, and relentlessly affectionate

doesn’t whisper metapho

declares your beauty like it’s a universal law

Food = Flirtation

drags you into the kitchen for “mandu-making lessons”

they devolve into flour fights

him smearing filling on your nose

“Yah! You’re supposed to eat the mandu, not wear it!”

pauses, tilts his head

“Though you do look delicious.”

Confidence Contagion

when you shyly adjust your dress, he swoops in, spins you

“STUNNING! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!”

shouts so loud the neighbors text to ask if he’s okay

“Tell them I’m enlightened.”

he smirk

Public Pride

Red Carpet Flex

chooses matching outfits for events

your billowing silk gown to his sharp tux

whispers

“They’ll say I’m your arm candy. Joke’s on them... I’M THE SNACK.”

Social Media King

posts unedited candids of you mid-laugh

sauce on your chin

captioned “Masterpiece (and also bibimbap).”

blocks trolls with a flair

“Bye, haters! My GF’s thighs could end you.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Dad Jokes as Armor

Affirmation Warfare

you groan about jeans?

he gasps

“You hate pants? Same. Let’s burn them!”

tosses yours into a bonfire (they’re actually his)

presents you with a satin robe

“Now this is fashion. And by fashion, I mean me staring at your legs.”

Silly Serenades

writes a troti song about your curves to the tune of “Super Tuna.”

“My baby’s soft, my baby’s round, my baby’s the best snack in town!”

performs it ONLY for you

Acts of Service (Chaotic Edition)

Spa Sabotage

books a couple’s massage

then bribes the staff to let him DIY it

ends up kneading your shoulders like bread dough

“I am a natural. You’re welcome.”

Fitness? FUN-ness

drags you to a trampoline park

“We’re not here to ‘exercise’... we’re here to bounce haters out of our brains.”

flips mid-air

breaks a spring

blames Jungkook

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Shutting Down Critics

Clapbacks with Class

at a fanmeet, someone asks:

“How do you stay fit dating… her?”

Jin freezes

laughs

“How do you stay rude dating… your personality?”

crowd roars

later, he buys you ice cream

“They’re just jealous I’m taken. Understandable.”

Family Defense

an aunt side-eyes your third serving at Chuseok?

Jin piles more kimchi on your plate

“She’s cultivating mass. For… science. Right, jagiya?”

winks

“Eat up, my little researcher.”

Private Sanctuary

No Mirrors, No Problems

covers the bedroom mirrors with K-drama posters

“Now we can focus on what really matters... my face.”

lets you peel them off one by one when you’re ready

Bad Day Protocol

brings you his childhood teddy bear, and a bucket of fried chicken

“Fluffy’s on hug duty. I’m on wing duty. Cry if you need to... I got napkins.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning (the Jin Way)

buys you a “diet” cookbook as a joke

realizes it’s not funny when you flinch

burns the book in the backyard while roasting marshmallows

“New rule: no diets, just s’mores.”

binge-watches My ID is Gangnam Beauty with you

“See? Even the ‘perfect’ girl’s miserable. Let’s stick to our drama, it’s way funnier.”

Shared Vulnerability

admits he used to worry about “matching” society’s couple standards

“But then I realized... why be a ‘power couple’ when we can be a comedy duo? Way more Oscars.”

joins you in a plus-size yoga class

“Hyung’s flexible... prepare to be amazed!”

sprains his ankle

you half-carry him home

“See? You’re the strong one. I’m the damsel.”

HOW HE DEFINES FOREVER

Proposals & Pancakes

hides a ring in a pancake stack

“Eat up! There’s a surprise…”

panics when you almost swallow it

“WAIT! SPIT IT OUT!”

you cough up a diamond

he kneels, syrup in his hair

“Marry me? Hyung’s a mess without you.”

Wedding Vows

“I vow to always steal your fries, defend your honor, and remind you that you’re the original visual.”

Legacy of Laughter

teaches your future kids to roast diet culture

turns your love story into a webtoon:

“Worldwide Handsome & the Goddess of Chaos.”

you’re the protagonist

he’s the “plucky sidekick”

YOONGI

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unspoken Reverence

doesn’t wax poetic

he observes

his love language is in the pauses between words

= the way his calloused fingertips linger on the softness of your hips when you pass him in the kitchen

as if memorizing the topography of a place he calls home

Studio Sanctuary

builds you a corner in his studio with a velvet couch he salvaged from a flea market

“You’ll distract me"

grumbles, but leaves the door cracked when he works.

later, you find a demo track titled “Adagio for Softness”

melody mirrors the rhythm of your breathing

Practical Praise

notices you avoiding mirrors

replaces the bathroom one with a vintage oval frame etched with “Proof of Life” in Hangul

“Now it’s art. Stop glaring at it.”

Defiant Intimacy

Private Rituals

traces the stretch marks on your thighs during thunderstorms

“These look like soundwaves. Let’s sample them.”

records the static of his fingertips against your skin

loops it into a beat

“Hm. Better than most synth pads.”

Nighttime Honesty

wakes you at 3 a.m.

voice rough with sleep

“You’re warm. Like… stupid warm. C’mere.”

pulls you into his chest

nose buried in your hair

“S’nice.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Silent Advocacy

Industry Shade

overhears a producer joke about “idols dating outside their league.”

Yoongi cancels their collab

replaces it with a track featuring your laughter

lets the diss track speak for him

“Your ego’s a skip button / I’m the whole damn album.”

Public Moments

at a fansign, someone asks if he “prefers petite girls.”

he deadpans

“I prefer people who don’t ask dumb questions.”

later, buys you tteokbokki

“Eat. You’re my human shield against idiots.”

Safe Spaces

Fashion Rebellion

sneaks you into his closet

lets you borrow his oversized hoodies

“They’re warmer on you.”

doesn’t admit he loves how you drown in them

Tech Guardian

sets up a spam filter on your phone after hate comments

“Keyboard warriors are amateurs. I’ve fought bigger demons.”

he means sleep deprivation

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Subtle Grandeur

Mixtape Love Letters

creates a playlist called “For When the World Sucks”

filled with Nina Simone, your shower singing, and ambient rain

leaves it on your phone with no explanation

Food = Affection

masters your grandma’s kimchi recipe

“It’s not for you. Just… the fridge was empty.”

lets you catch him smiling when you moan over the first bite

Growth & Grit

Learning Curve

googles “how to support body positivity” at 4 a.m.

accidentally lectures Jungkook about diet culture

“Hyung, I just wanted ramyeon...” “Read the room.”

Shared Scars

shows you his shoulder surgery scars

“Used to hate these. Now they’re just… proof I survived.”

kisses the stretch marks on your stomach

“Same energy.”

HOW HE DEFIES EXPECTATIONS

Creative Rebellion

Lyricism

writes a verse for Agust D

“They say love’s a narrow lane / fuck that, mine’s a wildfire.”

lets ARMY assume it’s metaphorical

you know better

Photography Passion

sneaks candid shots of you:

mid-laugh, flour in your hair, napping with Holly

exhibits them anonymously at a indie gallery titled “The Muse They Can’t Crop”

Quiet Revolution

Home Rituals

bans scales from the house

“We’re not scientists.”

replaces them with a vintage radio that only plays calm songs

“Better for the soul.”

Legacy Building

funds a scholarship for plus-sized dancers

“Talent’s not a size. And I’m rich.”

J-HOPE

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unshakable Hype Man Energy:

he doesn’t just accept your bod

celebrates it like it’s his life’s mission

love language = amplification

turning your insecurities into anthems

Morning Rituals

whistles dramatically when you walk into the kitchen

“Wow. Who gave you the right to wake up looking like a whole sunrise?”

dances around you while you make coffee

hip-checking the counter

“Move over, world! The main character’s here.”

Dance Floor Devotion

creates a TikTok series called “Choreo for Every Body”

he designs moves highlighting your curves

like the “Soft Shimmy” (a shoulder roll that melts into a hip sway)

“Joyful Jiggle” (a bouncy step that makes your laughter the beat)

fans lose their minds

you blush?

he reposts your duet with 🌟#REALMUSE

Fashion as Rebellion

Custom Designs

collaborates with a size-inclusive brand to launch a line named “Hope’s Horizon.”

signature piece?

= sequined bomber jacket with “Art Never Fits in a Box” embroidered inside the collar

his only request: you model it first

“You’re the blueprint, baby.”

Everyday Glam

sneaks into your closet and replaces old hoodies with cropped cardigans in bold patterns

“Trust me... your waist deserves frame status.”

when you fret, he strikes a pose in the mirror beside you

“Look at us. Visual violence.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Shutting Down Noise

Live Stream Justice

during a VLIVE, a comment pops up

“Is your girlfriend on a diet for the tour?”

Hobi’s smile doesn’t drop, but his eyes turn glacial

“Diet? Nah, we’re on a joy diet. Today’s menu: self-love tacos and zero fucks.”

blocks/reports the user mid-laugh

“Next question!”

Behind-the-Scenes Boss

catches a stylist muttering about “limited options” for your red-carpet debut

next day, he arranges a meeting with the design team

“I need five looks. Her size is ‘iconic’... make it work.”

leaves humming “Cypher Pt. 4” louder than necessary

Safe Space Curator

Mirror Magic

covers your bathroom mirror with sticky notes

“J-Hope’s #1 Crush Lives Here”* / “Warning: Hot Person Zone” / “You’re 100% My Type (All Types Are My Type).”

Guilty Pleasure Defense

catches you side-eyeing a dessert menu

slides it toward you

“Hobi's paying. Hyung’s also judging you if you don’t order two.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Through Love

Mishaps to Moments

buys you gym gear as a “fun surprise!”

realizing too late it echoes toxic diet ads

you freeze?

he backtracks

“Wait, no... I’m the gym! Dance with me!”

cue an impromptu living-room workout to “Chicken Noodle Soup.”

ends with you both breathless

“See? Fitness is… whatever makes you feel alive.”

Education with Flair

drags you to a body-positive dance workshop

volunteers you both for the front row

“If I can’t nail the waacking, no one can!”

spoiler: he nails it

you both leave sweaty

Vulnerability in Verse

Lyric Diary

writes a song called “Army of One” about your journey

chorus: “You fought a war I never saw / Let me be your ceasefire.”

plays it on loop in the car until you memorize the words

Confessional Nights

admits he used to think love was fixing people

“But you’re not broken. You’re… masterpiece.”

pokes your dimple

“And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to frame you.”

HOW HE REDEFINES “PERFECTION”

Stage Revolution

Concert Spotlight

surprises you during his “= (Equal Sign)” solo by pulling you onstage

screens zoom in as he whispers:

“They need to see what real magic looks like.”

you freestyle

he matches your rhythm

all sharp grins and softer edges

ARMYs trend “Hobi’s Muse” for weeks

Choreo Easter Eggs

hides a move in “Dynamite” where he pats his belly and blows a kiss to your seat

fans decode it as “Love Yourself” in sign language.

it’s not

he’ll never tell

Private Celebrations

Anniversary Extravaganza

rents a carnival for the night

wins you a giant plushie,

drags you on the Ferris wheel

“Look...the stars are clapping for you.”

gets sick when you ride it together

Scrapbook of Smiles

fills a photo album with candids of you mid-laugh

double-chin and all

captions: “Proof the world bends toward joy.”

JIMIN

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Tactile Affirmation

his hands are never still

they trace the swell of your hips during movie nights

knead the softness of your thighs after long days

cradle your face like you’re made of stardust

“You’re so warm."

murmurs, pressing his cheek to your belly

“This is where the sun lives, isn’t it?”

you tense?

he nuzzles closer

“Let me stay here. I’ve been cold for so long.”

Mirror Rituals

after his own brutal history of body scrutiny, he hates mirrors

until he stands behind you in one

fingers laced over your stomach

“Look. See how we fit? Like we were sculpted for this.”

kisses the pulse point below your ear

“Every part of you… it’s where I belong.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Food as Rebellio

reminded oh his own diets, he now cooks with reckless abandon

masters your favourite family recipe

feeds you bites off his fork with a defiant grin

“They told me food was the enemy. But look... this is love.”

you hesitate?

he licks sauce from your chin

“You’re not ‘cheating.’ You’re living.”

Safe Spaces

scouts restaurants beforehand to ensure comfy seating

“No, hyung... the booth, not the chair. She deserves to relax.”

carries a sweater in his bag to drape over your lap if a dress rides up

“Not because you need to hide. Because the world doesn’t deserve you yet.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Dance of Devotion

in the privacy of your living room, he choreographs a duet just for you

“Follow my lead."

lets you steer, his hands firm on your waist as you sway

“You move like the ocean. Powerful. Unstoppable.”

records it on his phone

watches it when he’s away

“My favorite performance.”

Affirmation Arsenal

leaves sticky notes in your makeup bag

“Your laugh is my favorite sound.” “Your stretch marks glow like moonlight. Let them shine.” “You’re the reason I believe in softness.”

HOW HE CONFRONTS HIS PAST TO CHERISH YOUR PRESENT

Shared Scars

one night, he shows you a photo from his trainee days

gaunt cheeks, hollow eyes

“I used to think this was strength”

voice cracking

“But you… you’re the strongest person I know. You carry your heart and mine.”

wipes your tears with his sleeve

“Don’t cry. We’re free now.”

Defiance in Detail

buys you lingerie in his favorite color

“Wear it for you, not me. But if you want me to beg, I will.”

when you model it, he doesn’t look at your body

he stares into your eyes

“You’re so… bright. How do I deserve this?”

HOW HE SILENCES THE NOISE

Public Shield

at a fan event, someone shouts:

“How do you stay fit dating her?”

Jimin’s smile drops

“How do you stay rude dating your personality?”

crowd gasps

later, he tweets: “Love isn’t a weight class. Blocked.”

Private Vows

throws out his old scale

replaces it with a Polaroid camera

“Every time you feel ‘too much,’ take a photo. I’ll write why it’s not enough… because you’re infinite.”

HOW HE LOVES HIMSELF THROUGH LOVING YOU

Healing Loop

watches you apply lotion, mesmerized

“Can I…?”

kneels, massages it into your calves

“You’re so gentle with yourself.”

whispers

“Teach me.”

lets you rub arnica into his dancer’s bruises

“See? We’re both learning.”

Legacy of Light

tattoos a tiny sun behind his ear

“So I never forget where my warmth comes from.”

TAEHYUNG

ARTISTIC ADMIRATION: YOU ARE HIS MUSE

Portraits of Devotion

his camera roll is 90% you

not posed or filtered

but candid

= you laughing mid-bite of tteokbokki, sunlight catching the curve of your hip as you stretch, your reflection in a rainy bus window

he prints them as polaroids and tacks them to a corkboard titled “My Living Louvre.”

Exhibition of Love

rents a tiny gallery space for your birthday

the exhibit?

“Unedited: A Celebration of Human Light.”

each photo is paired with a handwritten note

“This is the moment I realized joy has no size.”

Body as Art

sketches you during lazy Sundays

charcoal smudged on his cheek

“Stop moving; your collarbone looks like a bird mid-flight.”

frames the drawing beside his bed

“So I remember to dream in your shape.”

WHIMSICAL AFFECTION: LOVE AS PLAY

Fashion Alchemy

Taehyung raids thrift stores to craft outfits that scream you

velvet corset over a flowing skirt?

“You’re a Baroque painting come to life.”

baggy overalls with sequined boots?

“My disco-era goddess.”

he’ll argue with stylists who suggest “slimming” cuts

“Why hide a masterpiece?”

Matching Magic

designs couple outfits where his look is simple

letting yours shine

neon tracksuit for him

billowing silk gown with your favorite flowers embroidered for you

posts it

“She’s the main character. I’m just the hype man.”

Spontaneous Joy

Midnight Adventures

drags you to a 24-hour arcade

wins a giant plushie

declares, “This is your body double. Flawless.”

lets you name it something ridiculous

Foodie Love

feeds you hotteok at 3 a.m.

wiping syrup off your chin with his thumb

“You eat like… a happy bear. It’s my favorite thing.”

PROTECTIVE FEROCITY: YOUR KNIGHT IN BERET ARMOR

Shutting Down Noise

at a party, a model mutters:

“How’d she bag V?”

Taehyung loops an arm around your waist

grinning dangerously

“Funny, I was just wondering how you bagged audacity.”

later, he slow-dances with you alone on the balcony

“Let’s never come back here. Unless you want to.”

Digital Defend

a troll comments “Lose weight” on your joint selfie

he replies with a close-up of his middle finger

“Artistic interpretation of my feelings.”

floods your posts with heart emojis

“Now the algorithm knows what’s important.”

SHARED CREATIVITY: BUILDING WORLDS TOGETHER

Collaborative Projects

turns your stretch marks into a mural

mixes gold paint to trace them on a canvas

whispering

“Kintsugi for the soul.”

hangs it in the living room

guests ask: “What’s it mean?”

he winks

“That brokenness is just light waiting to shine.”

writes a song called “Velvet Thunder”

it's about your laughter

records your voice saying “I love you” as the outro

ARMYs sob

you sob harder

Vintage Love Letters

finds a 1950s typewriter to write you love notes

“Dearest, your beauty is timeless. Unlike this machine... it keeps jamming. Just like my heart when you walk in.”

GROWTH & VULNERABILITY: LEARNING TO HOLD SPACE

His Confessions

after a photoshoot

“I used to think love was about fixing people. But you… you’re not broken. You’re a whole damn symphony.”

lets you see his own insecurities

“We’re both… art in progress. Messy. Human.”

Rituals of Reassurance

starts “Gratitude Sundays”

listing things he loves about your body

“Your arms... they feel like coming home. Your thighs; my favorite pillows.”

when you have a bad day, he wraps you in his oversized denim jacket

“This is my armor. Now it’s yours.”

JUNGKOOK

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unfiltered Adoration

Jungkook’s love is loud, tactile, and unapologetically sincere

doesn’t intellectualize your curves

celebrates them with the enthusiasm of someone who’s found his favorite playground

Playful Worship

pokes your stomach during movie nights just to hear you laugh

“It’s so soft. Like a marshmallow. Can I nap here?”

falls asleep with his head on your lap

arms wrapped around your waist like a koala

Gym Buddy Redefined

drags you to the gym

but it’s all about fun

challenges you to weightlifting contests

cheering when you out-lift him

“You’re a beast! Let’s get matching ‘World’s Strongest’ shirts!”

posts a boomerang of you togehter

Protective Instincts

Public Defense

at a fan meet, someone whispers:

“How’d she getJungkook?”

he overhears, slings an arm around your shoulders

grins

“Nah, I got her. Took six months of begging. Right, jagiya?”

crowd erupts

your face burns

he kisses your temple

“Worth it.”

Private Reassurance

after a bad day, he notices you avoiding mirrors

silently lifts you onto the bathroom counter

stares into your eyes

“You’re perfect. Let me list why.”

proceeds to ramble about your laugh, your thighs, the way you “look like a goddess”...

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Adventures in Joy

Jungkook turns self-love into a thrill

Spontaneous Photo Shoots

drags you to a photobooth

squishing both of you into the frame

“Smile! We’re gonna be legendary.”

keeps the strip in his wallet

shows it to everyone

“See? We’re, like, visual icons.”

Food = Love Language

masters your favorite desser

feeds you bites mid-VLive

fans freak out

“What? She’s my taste-tester. And my muse.”

licks frosting off your thumb

“Accident.”

Secret Romantic

Custom Gifts

learns embroidery to stitch “Jungkook’s Favorite Masterpiece” on a hoodie

"forces" you to wear it on dates

“Proof you’re mine. And also… comfy.”

Late-Night Serenades

sings “My Time” with rewritten lyrics

“Your time, your curves, your fire—I’m just lucky to be here.”

records it as your alarm tone

“Now you’ll wake up to art.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Curve

accidentally buys you a crop top

thinking it’s “cute."

reads your hesitation

immediately donates it and replaces it with a cozy sweater

“I am an idiot. But I’ll learn.”

watches documentaries on body positivity

texts you clips at 3 a.m.

“THIS IS WHY SOCIETY SUCKS. YOU’RE A GODDESS.”

debates haters on social media

gets blocked

“No regrets.”

Shared Vulnerability

admits he used to equate “fitness” with being thin

“But you’re the strongest person I know. Changed my whole… brain.”

flexes your bicep (let's you)

“See? This is goals.”

Mutual Healing

lets you see his own insecurities

“We’re both… human. But humans are kinda magic, right?”

HOW HE DEFIES THE WORLD FOR YOU

Public Rebellion

Stage Shoutouts

dedicates “Euphoria” to you during a concert

“This song’s about feeling alive. She taught me what that really means.”

ARMYs sob

you melt

Fashion Flex

wears a “Love Has No Size” shirt under his stage outfit

flashes it during encore

trends for days

manager sighs

“Worth it”

he smirks

Private Oaths

Home Sanctuary

turns your shared space into a no-criticism zone

“Here, you’re everything. Outside noise stays outside.”

plays WWE wrestler to “defend” you from imaginary haters

you laugh until you cry

Legacy Building

tattoos a tiny heart on his ribcage

your initials inside

“So even when I’m old and saggy, I’ll remember who loved me first.”

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