#i feel like it takes a deeper understanding to appreciate this movie for what it did have and what it could have been

[lichtecht]

im seriously developing such a superiority complex over random film critics wo talk about dfk 2023. i’m starting to think i’m the only one who can accurately judge this movie

it is crucial for this discussion to understand that „Das fliegende Klassenzimmer“ (2023) was not a good movie. if you act like it was then you’re wrong

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ''what are we?' with skz

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff and a little angst and a lot of uncertainties

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: in honor of 'i like it' , i think this is a very fitting first post lmao

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧ - “whatever you’d like us to be.”

He smiles, and you swear it lights up the whole room. Sweet, considerate Chan who never wanted to make you uncomfortable by rushing into things. The man you’ve been seeing for months now that didn’t put a label on your relationship just to give you space and time to sort out whatever else was going on in your life. The one who’s been there for you even if he didn’t have to, especially since you weren’t official, or anything at all.

The best man you could ever ask for.

That’s why, the next action feels like the most natural one.

Taking a deep breath, you return his smile and lean forward, resting your forehead on his. He stares deeply into your eyes, mesmerizing you with their beauty while his smile never falters.

“Then, would you do me the pleasure of being my boyfriend?”

Chan can’t help but chuckle, swiftly grabbing you by the waist to set you in his lap before pecking your lips. “It would be my honor, baby.”

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧ - “you tell me.”

Looks you dead in the eyes, with one eyebrow raised defiantly, the food he prepared and laid out nicely suddenly forgotten. This wasn’t the answer you were expecting. However, it’s such a Lee Minho one that you can’t even be surprised for more than a moment. Shuffling in your seat, you clear your throat before complying, all caution out the window.

“You’re my boyfriend. Only mine.”

Minho nods slowly just like a cat, his doe eyes never leaving yours as he continues to give you his undivided attention. “Alright. So then, what are we?”

You watch him, trying to understand what exactly he wants to hear right now. Your answer rests on the tip of your tongue yet, you hesitate, not knowing if he shares your feelings on the matter. He’s always been a complicated man, not giving anything away.

What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

You take a deep breath. “We are…lovers. A couple.”

This causes Minho’s smile to return, eyes twinkling again as he finally pushes a plate of food in your direction. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧ - “whatever we are, I like it.”

Changbin shrugs, bringing you closer to his chest by the arm he wrapped around your shoulders. The movie on the tv serves as background noise as your feelings threaten to overwhelm you, ready to take you down a well-known path of overthinking. What does that even mean?

Does that mean that he likes you? Loves you? Dislikes you with every fibre of his being but is too comfortable to say it? Usually, you would appreciate Changbin’s laid-back nature but now, it only makes you feel worse.

Why do relationships have to be so complicated? With him by your side, you thought it would be all smooth sailing but it looks like that isn’t the case.

“Y/n?” He asks, tearing his eyes away from the screen. “Is everything okay?”

His concern seems real, but is it really? Or is it just an act meant to have you fall even deeper in love with him? At this point, you don’t even know.

Shaking your head, you hide your face in the crock of his neck, choosing to ignore your screaming mind in favour of basking in his affection just for a while longer.

“Yeah, things are great.”

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧ - “is this your way of asking me to make it official?”

Ever the hopeless romantic, Hyunjin gives you the sweetest smile, the sight making your heart beat faster. Oh, what you wouldn’t give to make things official with Hwang Hyunjin. But, would he want that or is he just playing with you? Your concerns seem unreasonable since he isn’t that kind of person but you never know.

“And what if it is?”

The smile turns cocky, resembling a smirk more than anything. “So, you like me?”

You giggle to hide your growing embarrassment and nerves. “I mean, I’m sure you know the answer to that question.”

He fakes ignorance, looking at you with big, puppy eyes that still pull at your heartstrings. Hyunjin knows all the buttons he needs to push to get you wherever he wants.

“Nope. Do tell.”

Without missing a beat, you say exactly what’s on your mind, wanting to pay him back for all the teasing by short-circuiting his brain.

“I love you.”

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧ - “Is that a rhetorical question? You genuinely want an answer?”

Poor baby has never been more flabbergasted in his entire life. What do you mean ‘what are we’?! This isn’t high school, and you aren’t kids, what are you even confused about? He’s always made himself as clear as possible when it came to your relationship.

“You’re my baby, the love of my life, what kind of question is that?”

You shrug, turning on your side to face him. “Be more specific, Sungie.”

His mouth falls open comically, and you do everything in your power to not burst out laughing at the sight.

“We’re literally laying in bed together right now. I said I love you less than five minutes ago.”

You move closer to rest your head on his sturdy chest. “Yeah, but what exactly ARE we?”

Jisung stares down at you without a word for a few moments, trying to understand if you’re fucking with him or not until he sees the beginning of a grin stretching across your face and scoffs, turning to face away from you.

“Go to bed, Y/n, I’m too tired for your nonsense.”

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧ - “what do you want us to be?”

You’re greeted by big, hopeful eyes as Felix turns to look at you like you’ve got all the answers he’s ever sought for. Like you’re a genie that is capable of granting his every selfish wish. For him, you kind of are since your relationship pretty much marches to the beat of your own drum, with him just tagging along for the ride.

Felix would like to change that though – would love to just take matters into his own hands for once and answer your question with full confidence. But, he can’t. So, he throws the ball in your court again, wanting to avoid getting hurt.

You don’t answer right away, instead letting your head fall on his shoulder as you take your time to think his question over.

“How about…we try being more than friends?”

His face lights up instantly, buzzing with happiness at your proposal. Beaming, he nods before gently grabbing the back of your head to connect your lips in an eager kiss.

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧ - “a mess.”

You’re expecting to see him smirking or even rolling his eyes at your question, however, once you turn around, none of those things happen. He’s just looking at you, face devoid of any emotion, and that’s when you realize that to him, this is serious. Seugmin isn’t playing around nor is he avoiding the subject – that is genuinely what he thinks on the matter. To him, whatever relationship you’ve developed, is a complete mess. If it’s a mess he enjoys or on the contrary, finds troublesome, is a question for another day.

“Well,” you begin, still taken aback by his blunt answer. “You’re my mess.”

This time, he does roll his eye, acting more annoyed than he actually is as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind and lean down to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Whose else would I be, dummy?” he shakes his head, voice uncharacteristically soft. Turning around in his seat, Seungmin moves to embrace you properly before burying his face in your soft hair.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧ - “you know what we are. You just want to hear me say it.”

You nod, taking another sip from your drink before releasing his hand. “Alright. Then say it.”

When he sees you stop in the middle of the crossroad, he follows, visibly confused. His hand moves to grab yours again, however, you pull away, shaking your head.

“Answer me properly, Jeongin.”

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to wrap his head around what’s suddenly gotten into you. Did you really want to have a conversation as serious as this here, out in the open? What was happening?

“I – “ He feels his whole face warm up, voice cracking and not allowing any other words to slip out. Jeongin knows what he wants to say, he’s had a whole speech prepared for a while now. But, being put on the spot like that has him freezing up so, he ends up giving a totally different answer, one that breaks both of your hearts simultaneously.

“We’re…” He pauses, looking down, “just friends, of course.”

The look on your face hurts so much, he almost doubles down in pain as you turn your back to him and walk away from his life, presumably for good. He has really screwed up this time.

[moonastro]

pac

how your future spouse will act around you

left to right(top)-> 1,2

left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

PILE 1-

i definitely see them being more them around you, like they are going to be so comfortable around you that how they act around you differs from when they are around other people. I see them literally having no restrictions around you, they will not be afraid to show their true personality and humour. i feel like this will be so important to them because they might have been judged with the way that they acted or were judged by just being themselves by previous relationships or friendships, for you, they are thankful and can actually live freely.

They will definitely also learn so many things from you, for example i see you telling them something and them not understanding so they will bring that up because they want to know what you know. or they cannot stand not knowing what you mean because they fully want to understand you. yeah, they will love to get to know you on a deeper soulmate kinda way. they will love experiencing new surprises from you by simply learning new things about you, that will excite them.

i see them being the type of person who ask 'have you eaten yet?' or 'have you taken your vitamins today?'. your health will matter so much to them, seeing you unwell will physically hurt them. if you answer no to any of the questions they will automatically act upon them. they do care about your well-being however they might not be so cutesy about it because for them it is a serious matter. so they might act very serious about situations like that. but that's only because they care so much about you.

i feel like their character will develop while being with you. i feel like they might pick up on some habits or characteristics that you have. for example, if your habit consists of biting your bottom lip when nervous, they will acknowledge that and start to do that too.

your fs will NOT be afraid to express their raw feelings towards you. they will constantly praise and compliment you so much that you might get tired from hearing it loll😭.

that is it for you PILE 1, hope you enjoyed that!!

PILE 2-

oh, they will be chaotic around you. they might tend to play fights, picking you up from the ground, teasing you etcc. however, i do think that playing around like that heals their inner child as such. they might also do questionable things that may shock you. like i see you two chilling and watching a movie and them randomly standing up and doing their skincare without mentioning anything.

they will constantly want to do everything with you, like their mindset is something like, if i have to see it you have to too, or if you go i want to go too. its mostly because they cant seem to imagine themselves being 5 minutes away from you 😂. no but for real, i honestly just feel like they find your time together precious and don't want to miss opportunities with you. they will be the type to take you on daily trips everywhere, like i mentioned before, they will love to spend time with you, especially while discovering new cute places.

i feel like same with pile 1, they will worry a lot about your health and constantly have to check up on you. like if sometimes you forget to eat breakfast or if they see a bruise that you didn't even know was there, they will freak out about it and will act like something major happened.

i see them being very honest around you, they will answer to your questions honestly and truthfully and i feel like if there are lies withing a relationship it is not sincere. i do see them being clingy though, like if they had a bad day and came back home they instantly hug and cuddle you to make them feel better. or if you are cleaning up they just come up to you and start hugging you.

that's everything for you PILE 2, hope you liked your reading!

PILE 3-

will have a stable view and way of doing things around you. will be humble and professional. i feel like they will be a very down to earth person who is quite traditional in terms of relationships. they are very loyal to your needs however, they may have a little routine that they do every morning or any other time of the day, for example may take out the trash in the early morning so you wont have to and let you sleep in or something like that. i feel like silent acts of service are their thing. they might not like to be in the spotlight and keep a rather low profile wherever they are.

might be quite nosey lol, may want to know what you are doing at what time. or may want to know what you are looking at on your phone and so on.

may express their love to you often, like you make them levitate when they look at you. but may be shy about it. like they'll only do it when they cant keep it in anymore then blush after they say it🥹. they are someone who would proudly admire you and talk sweetly about you to other people rather than directly to you.

may like to spoil you though, may take you out to dinner every week or book to go to a fancy restaurant once in a while. or whenever you show them something that you like, they remember and buy you the exact same thing without asking you about it. i feel like they would definitely tend to show their love for you by doing things for you rather than talking about it and so forth.

they might be afraid to disappoint you and are afraid to fail. but they are very good at easing tension, so whenever you feel stressed they know how to make you feel better.

yeah, i don't think they are good at communicating or may limit themselves due to the fear of letting you down. however, they might not take it lightly when you expose them on what they did wrong, they might not be into being tutored.

that is all for you PILE 3!!

PILE 4-

they tend to avoid direct confrontation. they definitely do not like conflict and will leave the situation if it gets heated. also, are very open to fix mistakes, they may ask about your opinion quite a lot and act upon your choices.

are very open to sharing their emotions and thoughts, they are not patient and may just say things that are on their mind. they may be an anxious human being and may seek help. they may like to talk about their mental health and ask your opinion of what to do about it to help. overall i think your opinion matters a lot to your fs!

they love sharing their ethic and moral beliefs to you. or they may be interested in getting to know about your beliefs. they also may be interested of your cultural background and may be eager to learn new languages and try different cultural foods. they may even like to listen to songs from other countries. they may also love to practise their traditions around you.

they may have difficulty concentrating and focusing so when they are told something they may be spaced out thinking about something else, you know?

they may also be the type of person who rejects offers easily, they may have social anxiety or anxiety in general so it may be difficult for them to leave the house. so that may start arguments between you two because you see the potential in them but they are just too afraid to persuade it and don't do anything about it.

that's it for you PILE 4!

I hope you all enjoyed this post❣️ please don't be shy to interact and share some of your thoughts on this post!!! thank you for reading💓

[yoongisababygoat]

Reason to love you?

ᡣ𐭩 Includes: Husband!Yoongi x wife!reader

ᡣ𐭩 Genre: Established relationship!AU, Flufffff.

ᡣ𐭩 A/N: If this is familiar to you don't worry too much, it had been posted on my previous account which no longer exists fuck tumblr. I changed like half of it😭 sjsjs anyway I hope you like it my baby angels🥰💗.

M.list

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HOME.

That's what you felt right now. Peace, comfort and at home. The atmosphere filled with a sense of serenity only your lover could bring your way.

Yoongi had stayed in today, to spend the day with you. Lazing around the house. Just engulfed in each other's embrace.

So here you were, splayed across the couch, buried under fluffy blankets of your choice. Yoongi layed, with his head half his body on your chest.

Serene silence had taken over the room. Only sounds that could be heard, were the soft groans you elicited from him by playing with his hair and the faint noise of a movie playing in the background.

Perfection ; that's what the moment was.

"I love you Mateo, I love you because you understand me. I love you because you were there for me whenever I needed you. I love you because you're so good to me, I love you Mateo", confessed the female lead of the movie you two were watching.

"I don't know why but I don't like the way she has confessed her love for him, like I don't know it just feels so-so-", you comment on the prior love confession in the movie.

"Conditional?, you finish.

" As in she only loves him because he did nice things for her?", Yoongi adds.

"YES!, it just feels soo soo conditional. It feels as if she didn't love him but the things he did for her",

"Hm you're right",

Silence once again takes over the both of you as you indulge yourselves into the shitty rom com once again.

"I love how you love me; how we love each other", you speak after a few moments.

"How is that?", he asks.

"Without a reason, without a purpose, so purely and dearly. Just because we're ourselves and exist",

He doesn't say anything to your explanation. Just holds you a little tighter and nuzzles his face into you a little deeper.

"I love you", Yoongi whispers , a few moments later.

"Without a reason", he adds.

"I love you without a reason too", you whisper back, pulling him in further.

Perfection, that's what the moment was, that's what he was.

There isn't a reason needed to love something or someone, you just do it and that what makes it even more special.

Just loving;

without reasons.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Andrew Peter Parker x male Deadpool reader, jus headcanons

TASM Peter Parker x Deadpool male reader

Headcanons

I always love when Peter is extra spidery. Been a while since I watched the amazing spiderman movies ngl.

I imagine this takes place after Peter comes back home after the No Way Home movie, so he has a deeper understanding of just how broad and different his universe is.

He keeps being spiderman like he’s always been, but at maybe you show up as a coworker at his job, or just during the night when he’s patrolling, but soon you two are spending a lot of time together.

Seeing as Deadpool is conscious about being inside a comic or media, I have the idea that you to some degree know this too, meaning you make jokes about the multiverse, or memes that don’t exist in your universe.

You would crack jokes about Peter having gone to a different dimension too, and make comments about villains that don’t exist in your universe, which would be what really caught Peters attention.

The white and yellow voices you have are all for you flirting with peter, as peter and as spiderman, and it leads to you guys having a relationship kinda like comic spiderman and Deadpool.

In the beginning Peter isn’t really sure what to do about you, especially seeing as you kill people, but you are super friendly, affectionate, and call him your soulmate.

Youd grow on him over time, and Peter would start looking forwards to seeing you around. He would even start getting worried if you don’t show up for a bit, even though he knows you taken contracts as an assassin and a gun for hire.

Cue you guys teaming up more and more, and you killing less when he’s around. You can’t fully stop, it’s just not in your nature, but you’ll try for Peter, which he appreciates.

Patrol always ends up with you guys eating something, sitting on the edge of a building, masks pushed up over your noses as you guys talk about whatever it is you can think of. If you have scars like most versions of Deadpool, Peter would be surprised at first, but would never judge you or look down on you for having them.

It takes Peter a while to realize he’s got feelings for you, as there’s part of him that scared to lose you like he did Gwen. Sure, you could heal from an atomic explosion, but that doesn’t keep the guilt and anxious thoughts from existing.

Your always very verbal about being in love with Peter, as he’s your other half and perfect partner, in your own words. Your flirt with him, bring him gifts, ask him on dates after every patrol, or ask him for a kiss when you’ve gotten hurt even though you’re healing.

Imagine your surprise when one day, after you had gotten impaled by a lamppost or something, you have your mask tucked up over your nose. And when Peter asks if there’s anything else he can help you with, after he’s patched you up, you pucker your lips and tell him he could kiss you better.

And for once, instead of scoffing and laughing, he actually leans in and kisses you. You immediately bluescreen, eyes wide as saucers as he gives a little grin and salute before he swings off into the night.

After that you crank your advances even more, and you guys share many more kisses before anything becomes official. You’re both dancing around the subject, but there are clear sparks and feelings between you.

Peter still struggles with the fear of losing you and not being enough, and deep down you have many insecurities of your own, but at some point you guys finally become official.

That’s also the first time you get to see him without a mask, if you don’t know each other during your day life. You swoon, flopping down on the ground with an arm over your eyes and a hand on your heart, gushing about how handsome he is.

Peter leaves you completely flustered when he compliments you in return when you take your mask off, especially if you have the usual Deadpool scars. Your yellow and white voices both agree Peter was the right choice.

You guys start officially dating, and going out during the day as much as you do during the night.

You shower him in gifts, since you have a lot of money doing your gun for hire job, compared to his job of the moment. You have a much better finance than he does, since you can work whenever you want compared to him trying to work a day job and also be spiderman.

Some of his coworkers, or most honestly, think you’re weird when you stop by his workplace if he forgot his lunch, or to bring him something.

But they can also see just how smitten you guys are. They’re more likely to be jealous, since their own partners won’t look at them with as much look as you do when looking at Peter.

When you guys move in together, it’s in a brand-new apartment. Peters isn’t big enough for the both of you, and people who want you dead know your current address.

The apartment is kind of a mess, with all your different accessories, weapons, webshooters, suits, the likes, all over the place. But its perfect for you two and just what you need.

Theres just some kind of peace to be with someone who knows the others’ secret identity, and someone you don’t have to worry will get hurt because of your hero, or antihero, work.

Peter still struggles to hold a day job, since you are as scatterbrained as him, or since your own schedule is super wack, so you don’t notice if he’s late or missing work. You could easily finance the both of you, but Peter being Peter won’t accept being a freeloader in his eyes.

Sure, you still kill people for money and just because you feel like it, but it’s a lot less than you use too, and there are moments Peter needs to step in and reel you guys’ in. But it doesn’t lessen the love you guys have for each other in any way, and when things get tough, you always have one another when it matters.

[positively--speculative]

I don't expect Disney to create any form of high art of filmmaking anymore (for the most part), and that's fine. I can accept that. What I cannot accept is that Disney continues to be treated with kid gloves when it comes to general criticism. An art's quality does not measure whether or not it is or isn't art. Mediocre art is still art. Bad art is still art. Art is subject to criticism. One of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to the kind of art Disney creates is th "It's for kids!" defense when given negative criticism--as if kids are not deserving of *good* art.

Exposing a kid to yet ANOTHER Frozen sequel probably won't hurt them. Taking them to see Wish probably won't do damage. At least not by itself. However, that doesn't mean they don't deserve better.

One of the things I appreciate about the non-Disney movies I grew up with is that as a child, I enjoyed them for what they were on the surface, but I was able to grow up with them and develop a deeper understanding of the themes and appreciate them even more. Like, I loved The Last Unicorn as a child, because why wouldn't I love a movie centered around unicorns. However, I have a deeper love, appreciation, and understanding of the themes of loss of innocence and grief. And I think even as a kid, I was very aware that this was NOT a Disney movie...even before I developed an understanding of brands. It was challenging me. Disney never challenged me. It spoon fed me feel good stories, and that's fine. There's a place for that. But feel good doesn't hit the same as a story with a nuanced ending where a protagonist gives up a generic happy ending to do what is right for those imprisoned by another's selfishness.

[aclowntiny]

First ‘I Love You’ With Seventeen

Since Ateez got one & all! 😄 Warning: long post! 😂

S.Coups

Almost every time you spent time with Seungcheol and the guys, you ended up taking care of them somehow, breaking up spats or cooking for them or even just satisfying certain members’ desire for attention. Not that you were anywhere near a de facto leader- in fact, it was just like you were parenting them. And while that made Choi ‘Family of Six’ Seungcheol fall over himself, head over heels to show you appreciation and affection every time, sometimes he needed you to himself.

This was one of those times.

The jacuzzi water was warm as it bubbled around you two, arms hanging out the edge and glasses in hand like anyone high society in movies would do. Seungcheol nuzzled affectionately into your cheek, grinning at the way you giggled his name when his nose brushed your skin.

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just you and me,” he murmured.

“You and me and the moon,” you hummed cheerily, “it’s wonderful, not that I don’t love the guys, but this must be what parents feel like when they go on vacation together.”

So you saw it too? Cute. “They love you, you know. And I can see why. But I loved you first,” Seungcheol remarked, the words slipping out as he kisses your cheek, feeling whole right there with you at his side.

“Well, that’s good,” you replied, smile so beautiful Seungcheol didn’t even need to look at the stars to see a shine, “because I love them, but I love you more.”

Setting down his glass, Seungcheol swept you into his arms, pulling you for a real kiss as you both repeated your confession, warm in both the water and your embrace.

Jeonghan

Life was kind to you. You had the most loving and understanding boyfriend anyone could ask for. Jeonghan was the best listener you’d ever met, and while you were careful not to abuse that, he let you know time and time again that he cared, that you could talk to him.

So hesitant as you were, you had gone to him one night after a bad day at work, saying you didn’t want to dwell too hard but needed a vent, and all he did was pull you to his lap without another question asked. That day had brought dealings with a particularly rude person, someone who’d taken a low blow at your appearance and unfortunately chosen something you were sensitive about. As you rested with your head in Jeonghan’s lap, his hand playing with your hair, you sighed that though you had a lot of blessings in life, you just wish that one thing at least would go away.

“You know that says more about them than it does about you, right?” Jeonghan began softly. “You would never tear someone down like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” you replied instantly, no thought even necessary.

“That’s because you’re a nice person. You don’t feel the need to cover your flaws with someone else’s or feel better than them. Even if you are in my mind,” he joked, squishing your cheek and bringing your first genuine smile and giggle of the day out.

“Don’t worry about what strangers think, ok? Those things you don’t like about yourself? I think they’re beautiful,” Jeonghan peers down at you with a soft smile, dark eyes sparkling, “I love them. I love you.”

As much as people think of your boyfriend as some sort of jokester, you know he’d never joke about a thing like that. That fond look like he sees the whole world? That really is for you. He truly loves you as you are. Tears welled in your eyes, only to fall back as you reached up, hand brushing along the curve of Jeonghan’s cheek.

“I can say all the same to you, Jeonghan. I love you, too.”

Joshua

Joshua wanted to fall in love first. Wasn’t a fan of being flirted with, having passes made at him, anything that felt disingenuous. What he wanted was a reality, a friendship that carried through into the greatest of bonds, something that he found for himself.

He found you. Well, sort of. When he met you, you treated him like anyone else. Cared to ask him deeper questions, like what the meaning of music was to him or if he could have any one piece of knowledge, what it would be. Let yourself loose and were your silly, smart, kind self very quickly, and he admired your comfort in that side of yourself. Or the resistence to social inhibitions at least, even if it was a challenge.

He hadn’t even expected to really fall for you, but the more you spoke, the less he could help it. You two just made sense together, his energy calming you and yours encouraging Joshua’s fun side- anything to keep you laughing with him, and laugh together you did!

Selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want anyone else to make you laugh like that. He wanted your heart to carry him as his did you, so when you agreed to date him, confessed you’d love that, wore the bracelet he’d made you with his initial on it, his heart just melted. Much as you deserved your freedom, Joshua wanted to be a home to you, and now it was time to tell you that.

~

You notice he’s that much more loving to you by the way he looks at you, the way he rushes around to open the car door for you and the way his arm slides up and down yours as you make your way into the restaurant he reserved a nice dinner for you two at.

You know him well enough to recognize that he’s biting his tongue about something, like his whole mind is leaning on the edge of his seat as he listens to you, but you know he takes time sometimes to speak his mind- it’s just Joshua’s nature, and you can accept that. You love him, after all, and that’s part of that.

So you keep talking, joking around along with your boyfriend as he reminisces on something embarrassing that happened to him in high school you still joke about, and you remind him of that funny baseball game trip you took with your grandparents.

“I hope I’m as lively as my great-grandpa is at that age, the way he climbed over the bench!"

"Minus the mustard," Joshua chuckled.

"Minus the mustard," you agreed, "I'd like to be a mustard-free grandparent."

Grandparent. One word and flashes of imagination burst through Joshua's mind, wondering what you two would look like as the quintessential old married couple, how many grandkids you'd have- and here he thought he hated thinking like that.

“Ha, that's a great image- I can almost see it. I see a future with you, you know,” Joshua tells you, taking your hand in his, eyes locked on yours. They aren’t searching, though- all you can see is pure joy, reassurance.

You can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks. “And of course I can see you in mine,” you reply.

“I love you,” you both say at the same time, and that’s how Joshua knows it’s real- you’ve found it together.

Jun

Welcome to the longest day ever. As he trudged his way home, that was all Junhui could think. Travel was fun, but also so grueling between work, jet lag, and little sleep. All he wanted to do was eat something and crash. Then he’d sleep for eight to twelve hours and wake up grateful for all the experiences that were still a bit hazy in his mind.

As he opened the door, sweet relief flooded him, and yet it was the tiniest bit strange entering the solitude. At least until-

“Welcome home!”

He almost jumped, just barely managed to quell his nerves enough to remain steady. Turning, he saw you standing at the table, food laid out and even a little cake that said ‘Welcome Back Junnie!!! > ω <’ frosted on top.

He was grateful enough you’d taken care of things while he was gone, but making him a late dinner? That adorable cake? He wasn’t even upset by the break of solitude, he realized, because time with you was still going to feel like ‘me time’. And who wouldn’t be overjoyed to see someone stayed up late to cook just for you? No, overjoyed wasn’t it, he reflected as he fell into your arms, he was in love.

“I’m home,” he said, and as if it would make it real he repeated it, “I’m home.”

“It feels good to be back, huh? I knew a party would be annoying, but figured you’d need something to eat, so welcome home,” you told him.

As you separated, Junhui held you a bit closer than arms’ length, hands on your shoulders as he shook his head, chuckling to himself. “No, you’re home. It’s you I missed the most this whole time, (y/n). I love you.”

And the way your face slowly, beautifully drifted into a grin, your hands sliding back up to pull him in, Junhui sighed in relief and giggled with delirious, sleepless joy, knowing you’d found your home, too.

Hoshi

You and Soonyoung sat cuddled together on the couch, his arm around you as you chatted…or you had been, but that didn’t always last with you two. One of you- it was a toss-up on who, honestly- would inevitably say something that had you both laughing like fools, normal conversation and breathing alike almost completely abandoned.

Such was one of those times as you sat connected but folded as your sides were about to split in the kind of mirth that makes you feel worked out afterward. You often described it as the best feeling, so it was fitting to share it with Soonyoung, your frequently-cited other half. That was part of why you-

“I love you!”

It was as if he read your mind, the way the words fell so abruptly, spontaneously, wonderfully from his lips as you thought a near variant. You could tell by the sudden ‘o’ shape his lips took, followed immediately by the wide, adorable grin you loved so much, that Soonyoung hadn’t even known he was going to say it, it just slipped out in between laughs.

“Uh, well, that is, I mean-”

“I love you too, Soonyoung.”

“Ok, good, because I really actually love you a lot and-”

“I love you a lot too,” you cut off his stammering, hands cupping his cheeks and yanking him into a kiss that was also no laughing matter.

No flowers, no frills, but as you sat there making out with your favorite partner in crime on the couch, you knew you wouldn’t want your confession any other way.

Wonwoo

“Wow, this is beautiful! We’re really going out here?”

Out here, in this case, being the lake you rapidly approached, all but running down the dock to the little boat your boyfriend had rented. Trees surrounded the secluded spot, draping its reflections in green that reached endlessly for the sky.

“M-hm,” Wonwoo replied contentedly, expression bright as he followed behind you at a more normal pace.

"How romantic!" You gushed, taking in the sprawling water as Wonwoo extended a hand, gently taking yours in it as he lowered you onto the cushioned bench like a true gentleman.

"I know," Wonwoo agreed as he untied the boat, earning a chuckle from you, "I wanted a day with just us and nature."

Nature. Just like any life in earth, your relationship had taken time, nourishment, and care to grow. And being at Wonwoo's side was natural for you; his presence was calming, but not stifling. Joy, excitement, laughter all bubbled up, but not with the same tension, you reflected as you cut further across the blue expanse.

"What are you thinking about?" Wonwoo asks, a hand still guiding your vessel, palming the controls effortlessly. Not that you were staring or anything.

You lean on the side of the boat, watching the water ever so slightly part. "How you bring out the best in me."

"You?" Wonwoo breathed as you eased to a stop. "You bring out the best in me. Pull me out of my shell. Sometimes it feels easier to stay in the background, just take it all in. Sometimes I would wonder if I would ever truly catch the eye of someone who sees me. And when I'm with you, I feel interesting. I feel light. Happy, like everything around me is clear. When we're together, I'm whole, simple as that. I wanted to have this moment to tell you I love you, (y/n)." As he said 'this moment', his hand waved over the tree-lined horizon, emphasizing the pinkening sunset tinting the clouds like watercolor over the forest.

No rush had ever overcome your heart like that. You wanted to cut the tension with something silly, exclaim in surprise, but neither of you deserved that. This truly was a moment to enjoy, one of life's blessings to live in your heart whenever you needed gratitude, you thought as you peered into Wonwoo's eyes.

See? Totally balanced energy. Reaching over, you rested your hand over his.

"I couldn't agree more. I guess this is a pretty good moment to tell you I love you, too," you reply with a smile that only widens his.

Woozi

It was really such a surprise. Jihoon hadn't expected you to push your way into his heart, not when he'd thought those doors were still shut for a long time to come. And even just the way that he was, busy and not exactly of social personality, he hadn't exactly been planning on falling in love.

But that's the thing with love- one didn't exactly plan on it. You kept things up even when he thought he was being awkward, showed genuine interest in his passions, supported him, built onto it with small ideas that had him inspired even though they were just offhand comments to you. You could read him so well, even when he thought he needed to act. He didn't. You told him so. And being with someone so introverted, you learned well how to sacrifice big activities and nights out if you even wanted them that often.

"As long as I'm with you," you'd say with a smile, and that small, small phrase had looped its way around Jihoon's brain. Somehow, it said everything he wanted to say.

As long as I'm with you.

He didn't want to do it in the studio- you'd spent enough time there for him as it was. No need to do everything in his workplace, not when this was an us thing. So he went over to yours, the space that belonged to you and less frequently housed your time together for myriad reasons, though it felt right. He ordered your favorite for dinner, let you choose what you two would watch, correctly guessing it was going to be your favorite movie. Comfort movie, you always called it. Comfort person, he always called you.

You got the delivery, he threw the blankets down. You played the DVD, he laughed at every joking comment and impression you did even if you did them every time. Doing separate things, but you two were in total sync.

But finally, you spoke outside of the screen. "I-I really like spending time together here, too. I'm glad you were able to make it."

Your shy smile had Jihoon's heart doing loop-de-loops- maybe you were worried he'd think you were imposing? You were not.

"Of course," he replied, hand resting over yours as his eyes studied your beautiful features, features that had inspired more than a few lyrics, even if some got tossed in the end, "you do a lot for me, it's only right I do it for you. It's not always easy, but you're such a trooper. I love you, you know."

DK

It shouldn’t be a big deal. You could feel it already, right? Seokmin tried his best every day for it to show, to create a world where you could bask in the feeling of it like the gift you were.

So why did it seem so hard to tell you he loves you?

Maybe because of his personality- you had to know it was in earnest, not just a joke, not him trying to be cute. His heart beating faster whenever he saw you, the strength you gave him to do anything because you believed in him, and he wished you guys could swap eyes to see how beautiful and precious you were to him.

Wait, so just…say all of that? Maybe too lengthy despite its verity. Maybe something he could practice? No, no script for this, just his heart held out to you. And maybe, just maybe, you’d see he means it if he’s serious, if you’re standing in your favorite place as he says it, somewhere he’d go every day if it made you smile.

And so he takes you there, practically just waving a hand at the potential time and expense if you bring it up. You're worth it, he tells you. All he wants is to have fun with you, you know. To share in something that makes you you.

Your face lights up as soon as you set foot in your favorite destination. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

The look in your eyes as you swivel to face him unleashes something, a soaring in his chest that he can no longer ignore- he wonders how he could have for so long. Like a wave crashing on a sea-bound rock, the words burst forth.

“Because I love you.”

Seokmin just, just gets in a glimpse of the way your eyes widen, shine even brighter if that’s possible, before you’re launching into his arms, giggling “I love you, too”.

Mingyu

He wanted to tackle you. He wanted to scoop you up and fly you off to some private island and tell you it’s yours, he’d give you the world if he could. But that’s just how dramatic love made Kim Mingyu. As it was, not really an option. And he knew you- that’s not what you’d want, and this was one hundred percent beyond a shadow of a doubt all about you.

But that was it, the gloves were…well, on, actually, as Mjngyu made his way into the kitchen for something that would be much more your speed. Something that, funny as the mental image would be, would not earn him a smack on the chest or a complaint about time and money. Just the thought made him smile. Pretty much any thought of you made Mingyu smile, even on days he wanted to cry, days where being his kind self took work.

And that was how he knew.

~

“Alright, alright, let’s see!” You laughed as your boyfriend took you by the shoulders, practically jogging you down the hall in excitement that took over you like the happiest of viruses. “What is it? You’re acting like you won the lottery!”

“I did,” he murmured into your ear as you rounded the corner, taking in all that he had set up for you.

The table perfectly set, a gorgeous vase of flowers and two candles a respectable distance from them as centers. Plates, cups, a wine bottle, dishes all at the ready for the meal set just where you could see it- a favorite from your home, clearly handmade.

“Mingyu, you-”. Your voice failed you momentarily beneath your ballooning heart, “how did you know to make this?”

“Got the recipe from your family,” he replied, and you swooned even more with mirth at the pride you heard in his voice, envisioning it even before you turned around to take in the real thing. Just as you thought he was standing quite straight, shoulders out and handsome grin flashing in victory.

“All this for-”

“For you, yes,” he took your hand, gazing into your eyes in the blinding way that always made your knees a bit weak, “I hope it shows. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you I love you. …And believe me, I thought about it a lot.”

And there he was, sweet and innocent and wonderful as ever despite the bravado that made you laugh, shaking your head in utter wonder as you fell into his arms, feeling them close around you and trace your back in a way that said I’m never letting you go.

“Mingyu, I love you, too. So much.”

The8

Love is something Minghao considers often. Platonic, familial love that keeps him moving forward when things get difficult. The special love he shares with his friends that can keep him smiling in a hard time, laughing at nothing on a fishing trip or bouncing on a stage with his dear bandmates no matter how hot the weather is. The love fans have, whether that's a real love or not- much contemplation went into that area, what was the feeling of possession versus what was love.

Romantic love? Sure, he thought about that, too, and the answer to any doubts on that subject was modeled by none other than his parents, the way they raised him and brought each other's spirits up with full hearts you could just see in their eyes.

And he saw it in his own when he was with you. It was a truth as evident as the nose on his face or the color of his walls, and it's within those walls that the words slip forth. During a simple moment at home, just seeing you standing in his kitchen cracking eggs into a pan in the morning and all feels right in Minghao's world. It was you he wanted this life with, this home, this synergy. And the thought of bringing up a little mini-you? He was surprised how fast his heart beat at the thought.

Shuffling in behind you, he wrapped his arms around your middle as you cooked, feeling your cheek rise in a smile against his head and smiling right back.

"Good morning," you said, "It's a new day."

And those words of yours were like divine intervention, just another piece of proof you two were operating on the same frequency. "Good morning. It is. I'm so thankful for this day, when I can tell you how much I love you."

Seungkwan

"The beach wasn't the surprise?" You burst out incredulously.

Seungkwan had already brought you to gorgeous shores, the sound of waves crashing washing away worry, faithlessness, restlessness from your heart. There you'd both strolled for who knew how long, chatting idly, trading seashells, laughing lots as always, not a cloud in your physical or metaphorical skies.

And then he tells you he has a surprise for you.

At your question, he shakes his head, smiling shyly. "No, but I wanted to have this day with you. To make you happy and have a beautiful place for it all.

"You're so sweet!" As is their habit, as if they have a mind of their own, your arms find their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Seungkwan melts into your touch, leaning forward just so until your foreheads touch. He stays like that a moment, hands on you as well, as if soaking in your warmth to carry with him. Then his arms are sliding down, gently unlocking from the embrace, though his hand gives yours a squeeze on the way out.

And he starts singing. That voice of his- you could never get enough, your eyes fluttering in threats to shut in bliss at the sound of it, and yet you want to stare, to drink in the sight. The words are familiar as home even though it's been a while since you've heard them, and your face immediately goes alight.

"I know this song," you remark quietly with a smile, watching the corners of Seungkwan's lips rise happily as he continued pouring forth sweet words.

It's a love song, probably about ten years old, and boy does it bring back memories of a simpler time, of wild imaginings of love as only conjured by a blissfully ignorant, sweet innocent mind. Back then, love could be whatever you wanted it to be. And right now, that idea doesn't seem so far off. Not when you have someone as encouraging, as faithful, as comforting and completely in tune with you as Seungkwan at your side. The man standing before you truly believes you can be anything and will do anything to help you achieve it.

As the last notes resound across your heart like carven sheet music, you're almost frozen to the spot, bare feet starting to sink into the sand as you grin dreamily.

"You remember that song?"

"Remember it?" You light up further, hands clasped. "I love that song! I used to insist it would be my wedding song when I was fifteen!"

"I wanted to learn it for you," Seungkwan continues, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand while the other grabs for yours, "to make a moment worthy of telling you I love you."

Seungkwan could have told you he loved you in a McDonald's parking lot and your answer would have been the same, but his heart, his eye for detail, his sheer showmanship and yet humility blew you away. Your heart beat faster just for him as you raised your joined hands to your lips, hoping he felt the flutter too.

"Well, today was perfect. And even if it wasn't, I would still love you just as much. Which is a lot."

You considered saying more, but all that escaped you was a yelp as Seungkwan's hands fell to your back, dropping you suddenly in a dip as he kissed you at the sea's edge.

Vernon

He was usually so low-key.

Such thoughts are all you have as Vernon spoils you with a rooftop dinner, visions of the city surrounding your solitary peak on all sides. Neither of you dressed up often, but there you were, up to the nines at this gorgeous place you didn't even know you earned. Not that that was a good way to think. Knowing him as well as you did, you could hear Vernon brushing off thoughts like that. Sure you did, he'd say, you worked hard and he always wanted to care for you if he could. He was such a sweetheart. You wanted to carry his burdens, too, felt lighter and calmer around him. You loved him, but would that be too intense?

Either way, you didn't let such musings color your date stiff. Vernon talked about a movie he had just watched with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, giving his critiques but ultimately praising the romantic plot, how the love was so pure.

"The main male lead? He'd do anything for his love interest. He's willing to give up so much for her, and when she's ready to do the same? It's corny, but there's something so human about it. You know?"

"I do," you nod, leaning your hand on your chin, forgetting anything about elbows on the table as you gaze fondly at the object of your affection. You loved how he talked when he gave his little movie reviews, the passion in his eyes, the flowers in his words.

"It made me realize I'd do the same for you," Vernon continued, dark eyes softening into yours, melting your entire chest cavity to joyous mush.

Unable to help it any longer, you lean forward, connecting your lips with his, which move just as eagerly. The kiss is fast, but sweet, gentle brushes speaking just as much as Vernon’s sentiments.

“I would do it for you, too,” you breathe as the two of you separate, grinning like adorable fools beneath twinkling white lights.

“I came up here tonight because I wanted to tell you something,” Vernon adds, eyes never leaving yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dino

Googling romantic date ideas had hit a jackpot, Chan thought as he whipped his arms, spreading the softest blanket he could find down.

“Tell me when I can look!” You called from some distance away as he laid the basket gently, almost tenderly down, feeling tense and turning twice just to make sure it didn’t drop or tip. Everything had to be perfect.

“In a minute,” he called back, grinning widely with joy, anticipation, even a hint of pride, “I’m almost finished, ok?”

“Ok!”

Chan’s heart swelled. You sounded so excited, too, joyful in voice and mannerism as you waited on the grass, back turned to him as he propped up the finishing touches.

“Alright, come here!” All but jogging over to you, Chan slung a hand over your shoulder. “Turn around, gorgeous.”

“Chan!” You giggled his name, reaching up to his his shoulder. He didn’t always talk like that, but praise and endearment were all his brain could come up with. You made him giddy, and for once there was no one around to tease him if he looked like a fool. And love was certainly making a happy fool of him.

When you turned around with him, your jaw dropped, widening to a slack smile at the sight Chan laid out for you. Upon the soft blanket he'd placed not just a picnic basket, but a chilled bottle of champagne, twin glasses, a pair of cute little bright solar lanterns, and a freshly wrapped bouquet of flowers.

"You did all this for me?"

"And no one else," he replied, arm still around you, guiding you as you both lowered into seated positions on the blanket.

"I feel so spoiled," you gushed as he handed you the flowers, smiling at the way you cradled them with gusto.

"You should," Chan grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I love you."

Flowers, glittering lanterns, and even food and wine forgotten for the moment, you knocked him on the blanket for a passionate kiss that spoke it all back.

[blughxreader]

hi! i dont think i can ever get enough of yan! platonic! Batfam 🥲 can i get a neglected reader who has successfully escaped, only to come back to gotham by some unprecedented causes a few years later? i have plans to write a fic like this and want some inspiration (and to fill the yandere batfam tag)

Platonic Yandere!Bruce, Dick, Jason with a darling who escaped and returned to Gotham

Headcanons, WC: 1,048

Notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! This ask is five months old lol. I had to cut out the baby boys to finish </3 If I can come up with ideas for Damian and Tim then I'll add to it.

Bruce

The weight of Bruce’s mistakes hangs over his head every day, but his mistakes with you are by-far the heaviest.

He should have appreciated you more. He should have told you what you meant to him. Instead, he let you feel invisible. It kills him.

When you’re spotted in Gotham years later, he can hardly believe it.

He’ll drop everything and go straight to you, deploying all the boys to ensure you don’t slip away. If it’s daytime, Bruce Wayne will make a rare appearance and corner you with paparazzi, and if it’s nighttime, then Batman will swipe you off the streets before you can cry out.

He’ll forgive every outburst you give. You’re furious and he understands—he considers your anger entirely his fault so he’ll give you a lot of slack.

Bruce will drown you in gifts. Because Batman takes up so much time (and it was lack of attention that drove you away in the first place) he’ll try every means at demonstrating his love. Gifts, vacation homes, front row seats to events (with strict supervision).

This version of Bruce would keep you under 50 cameras and a body guard at all times, but he’s also very conscious of your mental health. Where he’d be able to guiltlessly lock you up forever if he hasn’t neglected you, he can’t in this timeline. Your life would be heavily supervised, but you’d also get a lot of perks.

He would make a routine with you.

Every morning, he’d eat breakfast with you, and every Friday would be a special dinner with just the two of you. His hours are valuable so it means a lot for him to carve out the time just for you.

Dick Grayson

Dick prides himself on his strong leadership and generosity. Ask anyone whose ever met Dick to describe him, and they could list pages of positive traits. So it's a wonder how you, his precious little darling, managed to be overlooked by him.

Guilt literally eats him alive. Dick begins to second-guess every interaction with you, going over all clues he might have missed. He throws himself into the investigation looking for you, investigating every single fact you've ever mentioned about yourself.

When you finally return, he's dead-set on making up for lost time.

Dick wouldn’t approve of your reasoning for leaving. You should have told him--should have insisted on being heard--instead of leaving. He feels terrible that you were neglected, but he feels worse knowing that you’d rather be thrown to the wolves than seek their help.

It's a steep learning curve for him to realize you're not the lonely child you once were, but instead a bitter, jaded young adult who confides in only themself.

Dick drowns you in attention. He tries forcing your innocence back, not accepting your refusals and anger. You're still so young, and even if the sparkling child-like hope is missing from your eyes, Dick still believes he can make things right.

Family bonding time is a must. He arranges play-time with you and Damian. He insists on Sunday movie nights. He learns how to cook new dishes with you and Alfred. He will keep you busy.

These activities are only a surface solution for a deeper problem. Fundamentally, you've changed, and Dick knows this. He has no idea how to treat you now, so he resorts to what he does know--your childhood he missed out on.

Jason Todd

Jason is particularly torn. He knows what its like to feel abandoned, yet he realized too late that he was the perpetrator.

When you are finally back in the arms of the Batfamily, Jason has no idea what role to take in your life. He sees you turning down the family when they offer love and he doesn't know if his heart could take your rejection.

Jason is stand-offish. Playing the role of "tough older brother" doesn't bode well, so he needs time to rework his philosophy on handling siblings.

Instead, he does your bidding. He would help fix whatever unprecedented reasons that led you to return to Gotham, no questions asked. If you need to pass a letter on to a friend, Jason is your guy. His regular possessive yandere tendencies are hampered by his guilt, so he'll be very lenient with you as long as it's nothing dangerous.

The fact that you escape and survived by yourself cast you into a new light in Jason’s eyes. He thinks you’re impressive, dependable, capable. He wonders how he didn’t see it sooner.

That being said—you’re his little sibling. You shouldn’t have to be so strong, and Jason wants to ensure you’ll never have another reason to protect yourself.

He hopes that over time, you'll trust him. He wants to be able to sit with you and talk about whatever is on your mind, to be able to hug you as he leaves for work, and to send you off to bed when it's late.

But right now, you need space. He'll let you heal, and he'll take whatever anger you give him. Because he knows that this is the only way you'll let him into your life again.

Bonus: Y/N

Considering Y/N was clever enough to escape the Waynes while also having the willpower to return to Gotham shows that they’re intelligent, good-hearted, and forged from steel.

They probably rank somewhere between lawful-good to chaotic-neutral. (A lawful-neutral would be infuriated by the Waynes’ underhanded tactics, and probably wouldn’t return to Gotham.)

Y/N is done yearning for attention (or, if they were originally kidnapped, done with playing nice), so they’re immune to the Batfam’s manipulation.

Upon first glance at the Batfam after all those years, they’d immediately go fight or flight. Y/N would pull every dirty trick in the book to escape, and would be as hateful as possible to kill any affection they have for them.

After being kidnapped, Y/N gets very good at playing mind games and deflecting their submission tactics. They’d be able to manipulate the household like a giant game of chess.

Y/N’s only weakness is the child inside of them that still cries for their family’s approval.

The conflict revolves around how the Batfam can extort this weakness vs. how well Y/N can stay true to their values.

[mosaickiwi]

(Please forgive any mistakes) If it's permissible, is it okay to ask for a drabble about celebrating the birthday of an MC with severe anxiety, clinginess, nervousness about attention and fear of abandonment? (REDACTED: *talks several million times about how he loves, appreciates and cares for MC and how he will never leave them* MC: really? I don't annoying you? Aren't you tired of me with my desire to hug for several hours in a row every day? You're not just putting up with me, are you?)

(excuse me, please)

(late) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Hope you like it~ Thanks for being my first request <3

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Anxious, Clingy, Nervous Angel~

“You did all this for me?”

[REDACTED] looked up at you for a moment with a gentle smile. He easily lifted a large box from the trunk of their Corvette, muscles flexing under dark sleeves as he answered, “There's nothing I wouldn't do f’you.”

As you turned and looked back out over the quiet evening waters of Lake Bluemoss, you still couldn’t understand it. Pale fairy lights strung back and forth in the trees along its lakeside, the white projector screen perched at the shore, the picnic blanket littered with cushions right in front of it, and a large hammock hanging off to the side seemed to let his words ring true.

“Really?” you asked again, rooted in place from when you first got out of the car. The paper bag of take out in your hands was warm, steam rising to your already heated face.

“Absolutely,” came his reassuring voice from behind you. “Happy birthday, Angel.” They snuck a kiss on your cheek as they walked by, smiling at the way you somehow blushed even deeper before he turned to walk into the clearing.

Nervously, you trailed after him. As he settled on the blanket and began taking out a few items in the box, you mumbled quietly to yourself in disbelief. “I thought you’d be tired of me by now.”

“You’d have a million more birthdays before there’s even a chance of that happening. N’ it still wouldn’t,” he said with a laugh. They carefully pulled out a small projector, a speaker, and a decorated cake box. A small peek over his shoulder alerted you to the several wrapped gifts left inside the box.

You eyed the spot next to him on the blanket for a few minutes while he fiddled with the devices and his phone. Instead, you took a seat on a cushion farther away and placed the takeout bag down. As you began emptying the bag, you could feel their eyes on you. All of a sudden you felt the cushion being pulled along the blanket, taking you and the plastic container in your hands with it.

“What’d y’sit over there for?” he innocently asked, though the playful look in his eyes didn’t escape your notice. The cushion stopped moving just as suddenly as it started.

You bit your lip before trying to answer, “Oh, I just thought—” The cushion moved again.

“Thought what?” It stopped once more.

“I thought—” you paused as they pulled your cushion the tiniest bit closer yet again.

“Yeah?” he teased. You kept quiet until the dark-haired man had dragged you all the way to their side, practically into their lap. “Just looked like y’wanted to sit here, love.” [REDACTED] took the takeout container from you and set it to the side.

You looked up at him worriedly. “You’re fine with it?”

They pulled you into a tight hug and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “‘Course. I wanna be this close t’you at every possible second. That’s never gonna change.” He seemed to relax once you finally wrapped your arms around him in return. You both lapsed into a short silence, their fingers drawing light circles on your shoulder before he spoke again, “Ready to pick a movie? We’ve got a while before your birthday’s over. But we can stay out here ‘long as y’want. I promise."

[mvltiwritez1]

Breathe - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @loverluzer - ‘A love confession with Angela but reader has really bad anxiety so it's kind more like a bunch of word vomit’

WARNING(S): little mentions of throwing up (in a jokey way), really mild swearing

I’m still taking requests! Just Dm me if you want one fulfilled! - August

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"You should tell her Y/n" Arasha said to her friend, taking a bite of her lunch after. Y/n sighed and pulled her gaze away from Angela talking to Amanda reluctantly.

"What if she doesn't like me back? It would be so embarrassing, especially since we're co-workers" Y/n explained, picking at her own lunch, losing her appetite due to nerves.

"If she doesn't then it's in the past, no hard feelings and certainly no awkward situations. You know Angela, she's very outgoing and understanding." Arasha replied, keeping her tone hushed when she mentioned the Italian's name.

"I know she is but what if she feels like she has to say yes? Or what if we can't act like we're just fine? I know we're actors for a living but sometimes it's hard!" Y/n whined slightly, making sure her voice wasn't as loud as well.

"I understand that sometimes it is but you're going insane dude. You're pulling your hair out over a crush, I'm saying this out of love and care but your mental health could really benefit from you just saying it flat out." Arasha gestured with her hands as she talked as she normally did.

Y/n stayed silent, she knew Arasha was right. Why did she have to be so?! Y/n rubbed at her forehead, pondering a way to tell her.

"It's not like I could just pull her aside for a few and be like 'hey I wanna kiss you'" Y/n said, oversimplifying her feelings. Arasha chuckled.

"Okay maybe you shouldn't lead with that but I'm just saying, maybe tell her off of company time like the weekend since it's Friday? Ask if you can come over or just tell her over text, it's really just about getting it out there" Arasha tried giving her best advice and Y/n nodded, appreciative of whatever guidance that could be provided.

"Now, are we finally done talking about your crush for a while? I don't want my lunch to come back up" Arasha joked lightheartedly and Y/n cracked a smile.

——

Y/n walked onto the games set for a Try Not To Win Mario Party video and sat beside Shayne on the couch, the man doing something on his phone before they started shooting. They acknowledged each other with a small greeting as they got mentally prepared to shoot.

Angela walked in after Y/n and sat right beside her.

"Hey Y/n! This shoot is gonna be so fun" Angela beamed at Y/n, a light rose covering her cheeks. Y/n chuckled along in response before talking back.

"Yeah I agree. I can't wait to beat your ass...by losing" Y/n put up a confident front but in reality, her heart felt like it would burst through her rib cage and onto the clean carpet below them.

"You wish" Angela spoke, her voice getting slightly deeper. No one barely paying attention could notice it but Y/n did and it made her all the more nervous that her hands started sweating. The rest of the cast for the video came in along with the crew at the right time, cutting their conversation short.

——

Y/n finally was able to sit on her own couch in her own apartment. She sighed and let her body relax for a second before having to get up and make something for a meal.

She got up after sitting in the quiet of her apartment for about 5 minutes and made a simple sandwich, her energy was down so she didn't want to stand at the stove for a while.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up about Angela, any conversation they had or any type of physical contact between them replayed in her head like an old movie. It was beginning to be unbearable.

Y/n tried blasting music through her headphones but that just caused the thoughts and daydreams to get worse and for her to get a headache. She even tried sleeping early but couldn’t as her mind kept thinking back to Arasha’s advice.

‘Just tell her’

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore so her body carried her to her running shoes and windbreaker and put them on quickly.

Before Y/n could talk herself out of it, she started running. Down the hallway and stairs of her apartment complex until she reached the outdoors.

It had been raining so the air smelled of Petrichor and clung to her skin as she continued running. Her direction seemingly random.

She heaved and puffed as her legs kept her steady, not stopping for a second.

Finally she found the very place she wanted to go, Angela’s front door. Since they were friends, they both knew each other’s address and had been to each other’s places.

Y/n knocked on the door and ran a hand through her - now wet - locks as she panted. The door opened to reveal Angela, dressed in a loose t-shirt, sweatpants, socks, and her glasses with her hair tied up.

“Y/n?” Angela asked before looking around for a vehicle of some sort. Y/n felt like she had to say it or else she would puke.

“Listen Ange, I really really like you and I have for months but I’ve been too afraid to tell you because we’re co-workers and I don’t wanna make things awkward at all but I’m done hiding my feelings from you because I’m afraid that if I do I’ll explode and if you’re uncomfortable I’ll drop it but I can’t handle hiding it anymore I like you a lot and—“ Y/n’s tired ramblings we’re cut off by Angela’s hands on either side of her face and her soft lips on Y/n’s.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide but soon closed and her hands moved to Angela’s waist when she realized what was happening. Angela gently pulled away and looked into Y/n’s eyes.

“I was afraid you were gonna turn blue…or yark” Angela said softly. Y/n exhaled, really processing what just happened.

“You…like me too?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with insecurity. Angela chuckled and looked at Y/n astounded.

“Of course, I thought I was being so obvious!” Angela exclaimed and Y/n blushed slightly while smiling, the information finally catching up to her.

“Thank goodness. I thought I fucked everything up” Y/n said and they both chuckled.

“Now come inside, you’ll get sick if you spend another minute out there” Angela pulled Y/n into the apartment and planned to take care of Y/n first and ask a million questions later.

[prince-koda]

Under the Weather

Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1105

CW: They/Them/Theirs used for reader, reader is on unspecified medication(s) for depressive traits, no physical descriptions of reader, avengers compound or bust.

AN: I have returned to bring another insanely self-indulgent post. I have been moving, still unemployed, and recently dealing with the physical effects of not taking care of myself while on medications which is no good. I'm also posted a little tip sheet with some of the things I try to do to help myself stay afloat when I'm feeling particularly down and unable to do anything.

Constructive criticism always appreciated.

Some days it feels impossible to get out of bed. With what felt like the weight of the world on their shoulders made their back ache and their stomach churn. The feeling of being a burden filled them with dread, terrified of losing everyone for being ‘too difficult’, ‘too distant’, ‘too hot and cold’.

Another night of restless sleep, hips hurting from all the tossing and turning. Left side, stomach, back, left side, right side; it never stopped. It wouldn’t be long before the familiar ache behind their eyes came back and made it hard to do anything without causing their head to pound. Too tired and nauseous to eat consistently only fed into the sad cycle.

The hole was getting deeper and harder to climb out of and it was frightening. Being tired and having a headache only works so well and for so long before it rings empty as a lazy attempt to avoid work and socializing.

They sat on their bed, attempting to push through the fog in their brain by rubbing their eyes and face. They needed to get up and at least go to the kitchen and get water so someone in the compound could see they were still alive, but even a short interaction made the task feel like a full blown mission.

2 knocks and a “hey” from the other side of the door was all it took to clear the fog. One deep breath and then they finally stood, pushing all they could into the back of their mind. The pit in their stomach was impossible to push away.

Once the door was opened, Bucky’s pretty eyes and low bun peaked in.

“How ya feeling? Any better?”  A small smile rested on his face as his eyes tried to subtly scope out the room, looking for any red flags. He had to make sure his paranoia was just that: paranoia.

“I didn’t sleep very well, but I feel a little better.” A partially truthful answer quietly slipped from their lips.

Bucky quietly hummed in response, pausing for a moment as he struggled to find his words. What neither party expected was for the door to open wider, ushering Bucky inside. Both hearts fluttered at the reality of finally seeing one another face to face. It was time for them to take baby steps.

“Sam was telling me about this movie, I don’t remember the name, but he texted it to me and I was thinking we could watch it together. I can get snacks and everything.” He offered as he stepped into the room, allowing him to continue his search for any clues; anything that could help him understand what to do.

Like he normally did, he took a seat at the desk in the corner, spinning the chair to face the entire room. It wasn’t his space; even after being invited plenty of times, he feared coming off as too comfortable. 

“I’m not sure I’m feeling good enough for a group thing.” Was the quiet response, hoping that would suffice. After closing the door, they shuffled slightly to sit at the end of the messy bed. 

“Oh.” He had noticed the room was the same. It looked the exact same way it did last time he was over. Nothing in the room seemed to have been used since then other than the bed. He figured they’d done nothing, but lay in bed. He clear his throat quietly. “I meant just you and me, but there’s no pressure. Sam had said it was something you’d probably like.” Another partially true statement. He slyly omitted the part that he had been the one to reach out to Sam about what was playing in theaters.

“It’s just-” A sigh followed by a short pause. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Finally, no more half truths.

“It feels like I just can’t… feel, I guess.”  They played with their hands in their lap, eyes downcast. “My meds are supposed to help, but there must be something wrong with me.” It wasn’t a secret they had their ups and downs, but Bucky had never experienced a down like this. Unreturned messages and calls happened sometimes, seemingly being asleep anytime someone came to their door and the secret, quiet sobs after they thought whoever was at the door left; those were new.

“How can I help?” After hesitating, he pushed the chair closer to the end of the bed, slightly shortening the distance between the two. Earnestly, all he wanted was to help. He’d set the world on fire to help.

They felt their throat tighten. It felt as though the second they opened their mouth, they’d sob. Instead, they chose to shrug.

“Do you want me to leave? I can head out and maybe drop off some food if you want.” He didn’t want to leave for even a second.

Shakily, but quickly they said “No.”  They tightened their grip on their hands, wringing them now. “I-” their voice cracked, “You make me feel better.”

Now Bucky was sure he was going to cry. Before he could find his word, they had finally stopped strangling their hands, quickly pressing the heels of their palms into their eyes for a moment, before finally looking at Bucky.

“I’m probably just tired from not sleeping very well.” They tried giving a chuckle, downplaying the days and days of not having the energy to do anything besides get up to use the restroom or grab some water from the bathroom tap.

“You take care of me when I don’t feel good, the least I can do is return the favor. We can call your doctor and-?” Bucky pushed forward in his chair again, his knees almost bumping into theirs.

“You don’t owe me anything Buck.” They scoffed, eyes falling again from his conviction.

“That’s not what I meant. I’d help you even if you punched me in the gut every day.” He knocked his knee against theirs. “Maybe I can con Sam to bring us some food and we can make fun of some low budget films.” Dipping his head for any eye contact.

When they peeked up, they gave a little nod. “I’d appreciate that.” Bumping Bucky back with their knee.

“Maybe some sandwiches? Plain enough to upset your stomach?” Bucky wasn’t unfamiliar with trying to eat after an extended period without food.

A soft smile, the first real one in what he felt like was centuries, graced their face.

“I really appreciate you, Bucky. Don’t tell Sammy, but you’re my favorite.”

“Like he doesn’t already know that.” Bucky smiles back.

Baby steps.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Let's talk about Hobie turning pink around Miles & Mayday. Why them?

A lot of people have noticed that Hobie turns pink whenever he's in close proximity with or touches Miles.

I love this picture, Gwen just looks so happy that her two best friends are getting along, she's so adorable &lt;3 Look at Miles and Hobies' big ass eyes 😭

This also happens with Mayday Parker

Now a lot of people believe that Hobie does this around people he cares about or feels affection towards. But if this is true, how come he doesn't turn pink around Gwen or Pavitr?

In his introduction scene, when Hobie and Pavitr are play fighting, Hobie never turns pink, and only turns from his grey color scheme to his original red and blue one. As for Gwen, we see him around her and talking with her multiple times throughout the movie but we never see him turn pink in response to her proximity. We know that Pavitr and Hobie are "very close" and Gwen and he have been roommates for a while as well, so why does his color only change around Miles and Mayday, considering that he didn't even know Miles before?

I headcanon that he turns pink around people he's protective of.

Pavitr and Gwen, two of his best friends, are assimilated enough into the Spider Society to own their own watches, and trustworthy enough to be sent on missions and be out in the field. They work for Miguel and they are completely accepting of the Spider Society's rules. Although Pavitr probably doesn't know about his canon events, considering the fact that he tried to save both Gayatri and Police Inspector Singh, he still is considered a member of the Spider Society, as shown when Jess told Lyla to "contact" the Spider of Earth-50101 (Mumbattan) before sending Gwen there. This supports the idea that Pavitr is a known member and might have even participated in anomaly missions before. Meanwhile, Gwen knows about canon events and still supports Miguel and the Spider Society, going as far as to lie to Miles about the goals of the society and the people in it. Since Hobie obviously does not agree with the society's views or Miguel's, he would also not agree with Pavitr or Gwen on this subject.

However, Miles doesn't know about the Spider Society or canon events yet. He has no idea about the problems with being Spider-man and helped Pavitr save his Police Inspector Singh. Hobie would take this as a sign of independence and self-thought and would definitely appreciate it. I think that Hobie views Miles as a little brother figure, and wants to protect him. He doesn't want Miles to assimilate into the Spider Society and he wants to shield his innocence for as long as possible. Because of this, he feels a connection toward him and this connection is portrayed by his changing of color schemes.

As for Mayday, she's still a baby/toddler that has zero idea of what goes on in the Spider Society. From what we can see, she doesn't even know how to walk or talk yet. Hobie would most definitely view her as a younger sibling and would feel the same obligation to shield her innocence before Miguel assimilates her too into the society. He feels the same connection to Mayday as he does to Miles.

He has a sibling-esque relationship with them and that makes him want to protect them from the Society.

I'm not saying that Hobie doesn't turn pink because of affection, but I don't think thats the only reason behind it. I think there's probably a much deeper emotional connection behind it, because otherwise it wouldn't make much sense as to why he only turns pink around Mayday and Miles because the two are fairly different.

This has been stuck in the back of my head for a long time, cuz I could never really understand why Hobie would feel a connection to Miles and Mayday over Gwen and Pavitr, so this "brotherly" love kind of connection makes more sense to me. I think he feels more of a sibling-like connection to Miles and Mayday compared to how he sees more of a friendship-like connection to Gwen and Pavitr if that makes sense.

[stylesispunk]

TIME CASTS A SPELL ON YOU, BUT YOU WON'T FORGET ME | CHAPTER 3

Joel Miller x f!oc

Chapter 3: damn your love, damn your lies

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Summary: fifteen years ago, amidst the filling of divorce papers and the broken promises of a happily ever after, the world collapsed. Amidst the ruins of cities and the remnants of dreams, Joel's search for his ex-wife began. No matter where he turned, the woman who had once loved him held him captive, a presence he couldn't escape.

word count: 2k>

warnings: tlou spoilers, fluff, angst (much), betrayal, no use of y/n.

a/n: Hello, part 3 is here! I've been having hard days lately so I'm not very inspired or motivated by this. I feel like the story lost the plot I had in mind at the beginning haha but it will make sense soon. PLEASE reblog and comment, your feedback feels like food to me?? If you have any questions, you can come to my blog and ask them. Happy reading💌

September 2003

Emily stumbled through the chaos that had consumed Texas. Smoke billowed from burning buildings, and the distant sounds of sirens and screams were a haunting reminder of the world she once knew was ending quickly. She had never imagined that civilization could crumble so easily.

Her heart raced as she navigated the streets once full of life, her eyes darting about in search of safety. Every face she passed was a potential threat. All those survival movies suddenly felt like a joke.

Emily's steps led her to a deserted alley, a place where she hoped to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. But she wasn't alone. A figure emerged from the shadows, and her body tensed with fear. 

The man, dressed in tattered clothes and with a wild look in his eyes, approached slowly. Emily instinctively took a step back, her hands trembling. She had no way of knowing if this man was friend or foe.

But then something unexpected happened. The man extended a hand, not as a threat, but as an offering. He spoke softly, his voice a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them.

 "You look like you could use some help," he said.

Emily hesitated, torn between her survival instincts and a desperate need for companionship. She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet.

Now

Emily's eyes snapped open, and for a brief, disoriented moment, she had no idea where she was. The memories of the past days flooded back, and her heart pounded in her chest. She was in the car, with Joel and Ellie. Joel’s hands gripped the steering wheel, focused on the road ahead. Ellie’s gaze was fixed on the landscape outside the window. 

"Hey, you okay?" Ellie's voice broke through Emily's disorientation once she noticed her awakening. She turned to see Ellie's concerned eyes studying her.

Emily nodded, though her racing heart betrayed her. "Yeah, just a bad dream," she replied, her voice shaky.

Joel glanced at her briefly, concern flickering in his eyes before returning to the road. He didn't say anything, but deep down he felt Emily was hiding something. 

Emily tried to shake off the remnants of the dream, the memories of the first days navigating through this unknown world, and the memories of the mistakes she had made were taking their toll.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her seat. Emily closed her eyes briefly, but her thoughts were interrupted.

“Nightmare?” Joel’s voice filled the air inside the truck. 

Emily sighed softly; her eyes still closed. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of the memories that haunted her dreams. "Just a nightmare."

Joel's grip on the steering wheel seemed to tighten, a subtle sign of his concern for Emily. She could sense that he wanted to ask more, to dig deeper into what troubled her, but he remained silent.

Ellie, however, was never one to let things go easily. She shifted in her seat, leaning closer to Emily from the backseat. "Wanna talk about it?" she asked, her tone gentle and understanding.

Emily hesitated for a moment. She appreciated Ellie's concern, but there were things she wasn’t ready to face yet.

 "Not right now, Ellie," she replied softly, finally opening her eyes to look at the teenager. "Maybe later."

For now, she has decided to let the nightmares and memories rest. There would be time to confront them later.

"Slow down," Joel suggested, looking at the plate of food in Ellie's hand.

"This is slow," Ellie replied, inspecting the content skeptically. "What am I even eating?"

"That is a 20-year-old Chef Boyardee ravioli," Joel answered, talking around a mouthful of the same ravioli.

"That guy was good," Ellie remarked with her mouth full. 

"I actually agree," Joel admitted.

"How long are we staying out here?"

"I figure I sleep tonight... and drive all day tomorrow, all night, get us to Wyoming by next morning," Joel explained.

Ellie, feeling the chill of the night, inquired, "So, can we start a fire? I'm freezing."

Joel considered her request. "Now, why am I gonna tell you no?"

Emily voiced a concern, "Because Infected will see the smoke."

Joel shook his head confidently. "No. Fungus isn't that smart. This is too remote for Infected, anyway."

“People” Emily answered.

Ellie continued, "People? So, what are they gonna do? Rob us?"

Joel looked over at Emily, then at Ellie, a hint of caution in his eyes, as he replied, "Oh, they'll have way more in mind than that."

Emily shifted uncomfortable on the ground, so she decided to stand up and put a little distance between her and Joel and Ellie. The cold night air seemed to pierce through her bones, and she shivered involuntarily. The conversation reminded her just how bone-chilling the night could be when you are in danger. 

Joel and Ellie exchanged a glance, their unspoken communication indicating that they understood something was wrong with Emily. 

“Are you worried about her?” Ellie pipped up

“What?”

 Joel's eyes flicked to Emily, who was standing beside the car a few meters from them. He shifted uncomfortably on the ground, not used to having his emotions exposed so easily again. Not after he spent so many years building these walls.

"I'm just looking out for us," Joel grumbled, his tone gruff. But Ellie didn't buy it.

"You can lie, but your eyes don't," Ellie persisted. "You still care about her, don't you?"

Joel sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release some of the tension he was carrying. He spared a brief glance at Emily, and at that moment, their eyes locked. Despite the turbulent passing of time, there was still something between them. Something haunting all their what-ifs. 

"Yes,” Joel admitted quietly. "I’ve been caring about her my whole life.”

And even with the distance, Emily heard those words. She felt her soul breaking, and the swell of emotions and guilt inside her intensified. The past and the present intertwined together, weighing heavily on her. 

As the night settled in, and the three of them were getting comfortable to sleep, Ellie chuckled, breaking the tense atmosphere of the night. Joel grunted in response.

"Joel," Ellie persisted, raising her voice slightly to get his attention.

"What? Can I ask you a serious question?" Joel asked, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah," Ellie replied, sighing playfully. "Why did the scarecrow get an award?"

Joel let out a deep, exasperated breath. "Because he was outstanding in his field."

Ellie burst into laughter. "You jerk! Did you read this somewhere?"

"No," Joel said, feigning innocence. "Now go to sleep."

As the laughter faded, Ellie's expression grew more serious.

"Hm. Those people you mentioned earlier," Ellie began, her voice quieter, "there's no way anyone knows we're here, right?"

"No one's gonna find us," Joel reassured, his voice steady despite the unease that still lingered in the air.

"Okay," Ellie replied, her voice tinged with relief.

"Actually, smells kinda good," Ellie added, snuggling herself inside her sleeping bag.

"Well, that would be Frank's then," Joel replied with a hint of amusement.

Joel didn’t sleep, instead, he kept his eyes open watching Emily’s movements. He knew something was bothering her. 

As the night grew darker, Joel couldn't bring himself to sleep. Instead, he kept his eyes open, watching Emily looking up at the sky as if she was pleading to the universe for something in return to her. He knew something was bothering her, his feelings for her still hung in the air, unresolved.

Emily had been lost in her thoughts, replaying the millions of thoughts inside her mind, and Joel took his chance to go and talk to her. 

“You know no one’s gonna find us here”, Joel broke the eerie silence in the middle of the night. 

His voice brought Emily back to the current moment. She turned to look at him. His eyes held a mixture of concern and something deeper, something unresolved.

"I know," Emily replied quietly, her voice carrying a hint of worry.

Joel shifted dangerously closer to her, the warmth of the moonlight dancing in his eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing” Emily answered.

"Emily," he said softly, his voice filled with concern, "you can talk to me, you know."

She hesitated for a moment; her gaze fixed on the trees on the horizon. The memories of the past, of the early days of the outbreak, were never far from her mind. She didn’t want to admit her feelings for the man beside her never burned into flames. They were there, still lingering in her heart. 

And she didn’t want to admit it either, it was that Joel wasn’t the bad man she thought he had become. He was a human, the man who once was her Joel. 

“Can I?” she questioned. 

Joel nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can," he affirmed, his voice a gentle reassurance.

Emily took a deep breath, the night air cool against her skin. She could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her chest, and yet, she was hesitating, as if she stood at the edge of a precipice, unsure of whether to take the leap into the unknown.

“I don’t wanna hurt you” she whispered.

Joel reached out and gently cupped Emily's cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. "Emily" he said softly, but the tone behind was desperation.

But she pulled away, before diving into her feelings, and Joel gave Emily the space she clearly needed. 

Emily took another deep breath, steadying herself. The night was quiet, and the moon cast a gentle glow around them. She knew she had to be honest with him, no matter how painful it might be.

"When we separated," she began, her voice soft, "I thought I was going to hate you for the rest of my life. I was angry at you, Joel, for what happened, for the choices you made alone. But as time went by, that anger turned into something else. It turned into longing."

Joel listened attentively, his eyes never leaving her face. The admission hung heavily in the air, a confession of emotions that had been festering in her heart for far too long. Emily's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.

"I couldn't forgive you," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"And I couldn't forget you," he interrupted, his words filled with a raw, unspoken longing.

Their words hung in the stillness of the night, each sentence carrying a weight that seemed to echo through the darkness around them.

Emily finally turned to look directly into Joel's eyes.

“But you found someone to share your life with Joel. Even when the world went to shit.” 

Joel met her gaze, his eyes holding a mix of emotions. "No," he replied, a hint of pain in his voice, "it wasn't like that."

"Joel, I—" Emily began, but he cut her off.

"Listen," he said with a determined tone. "The night everything went to hell, I searched everywhere for you. I searched for you for years."

Emily's eyes welled with tears as Joel's words sank in. She had spent years thinking that Joel had moved on. Now, hearing that he had searched for her all that time, her heart ached.

"Why didn't you find me?" Emily asked, her voice trembling. 

Joel's expression was haunted, his jaw clenched as he looked away briefly, memories of those dark times flooding back. "I tried," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "But I couldn't find any trace of you."

Emily nodded, understanding the harsh reality of their situation. The outbreak had torn their lives apart, scattering them to the winds.

“So, you gave up. Like you always do” she spitted, even with the pain her voice was soft.

Joel continued, his voice carrying the weight of his past actions. "I never gave up on you, not in my heart. But I had to make choices in order to survive.”

“You know, back when it all started," she began, ignoring Joel’s words. "I was alone. And then I met someone. A man who saved my life that night” She took a deep breath “Mark” 

Joel's eyes widened in surprise. His heart broke a little bit at the possibility of Emily loving someone else. 

“That sweet man is haunting me now” Emily continued, her voice heavy with sadness.

"Why?" Joel finally asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Emily shook her head, her eyes reflecting the pain of her past. “Because men don’t like when a woman outdo them” The bitterness in Emily's voice was a proof that people had become monsters. 

Joel couldn't help but clench his jaw at Emily's words. The bitterness in her voice painted a vivid picture of the kind of person that man had become for her.

Joel remained silent for a moment; his eyes focused solely on Emily. 

"We'll deal with him," Joel finally said, determination lacing his voice. "We'll find a way to stop him”

Emily's gratitude shone in her eyes as she looked at him. Despite the pain of their past, there was still a bond between them. 

The morning came with a soft and cheerful brightness. The sun's early rays bathed the sky in gentle orange and pink hues, creating a warm and welcoming glow over the landscape, embracing the three of them on a new day.

Birds started singing their symphony, filling the air with joyful melodies. The globe appeared to gently wake up as if shaking off the remnants of the night's gloom.

Joel was wide awake, his gaze fixated on Emily's sleeping form. He had a glimmer of optimism that after last night their shattered relationship could be rebuilt over again.

However, his peaceful scenario was shattered by Ellie.

"Ugh! The hell is that?" Ellie grimaced, eyeing a cup of coffee in disdain.

"You don't like coffee?" Joel raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction.

“You didn't sleep," she said, ignoring Joel’s question. 

"Not much," Joel admitted, glancing over at Emily, who had managed to doze off during the night.

Ellie smirked mischievously. 

“It’s not what you think” Joel added hastily, anticipating Ellie's imagination. He wanted to make sure she didn't jump to any conclusions about his relationship with Emily.

Emily stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She met Joel's gaze, and a sense of calm passed between them. Last night's conversation felt like opening a door to a part of their past that had been buried. Joel offered a small, reassuring smile, and Emily responded with a hesitant one of her own. It was a fragile moment, a glimpse of the possibility that they could find their way back to each other. 

It he only knew.

As they packed up the car and prepared to hit the road once more, Emily's gaze fell on her belongings inside her backpack. Guilt gnawed at her, and she knew she needed to come clean. 

Emily took a deep breath and approached Joel with a hesitant expression. "

"Joel," she said quietly, there's something I need to tell you."

“Can it wait?” Joel asked, his voice laced with concern. "We're gonna hit the road, and I don't want any surprises right now."

Emily hesitated but the weight of her confession was becoming unbearable.

"It can’t," she replied, her voice filled with regret. "I have to tell you now."

Joel's brows furrowed as he considered her words. He wanted to trust Emily, but he also knew that they weren’t the same. 

He nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "Tell me."

“But before you get mad or something, promise me you will listen” Emily urged, her voice filled with apprehension.

Emily took a deep breath, her fingers trembling. But in despair, Joel took the crumpled piece of paper from Emily's hand, his fingers gripping it tightly. He unfolded it and quickly scanned the contents. The heading at the top of the page read, "Wanted: Joel Miller." The pamphlet contained a crude drawing of Joel's face, along with a list of crimes attributed to him, both real and exaggerated.

Joel's heart raced as he read through the document. He looked up at Emily, his expression somber.

"Emily," he said quietly, holding up the pamphlet, "What is this?

a/n: So what do you think is happening? betrayal?

tags: @joeldjarin @catchallfangirl @phoebe13

[nori-the-cat]

RIIZE Osaki Shotaro as a Boyfriend

Disclaimer: This is a general interpretation based on the tarot cards drawn. It's for entertainment purposes only and should not be taken as a definitive statement about Shotaro's personality.

What is Shotaro like in a relationship?

Cards: hierophant, three of cups, the star, knight of wands, and seven of swords.

The cards paint a picture of Shotaro as a boyfriend who cherishes traditions and thrives on shared experiences. Quality time is his love language, and he excels at creating a joyful and supportive environment for his partner. His optimism and unwavering belief in the relationship would be a source of constant strength.

However, there's a hint of impulsiveness with the Knight of Wands. The Seven of Swords suggests he might struggle to express his vulnerabilities at times. Think of it as a passionate fire sometimes burning a little too bright, making him act before thinking.

Predictability and security are also important to Shotaro. He enjoys creating routines and rituals because they provide structure and stability, especially in his relationship. This likely translates to loyalty and a deep appreciation for traditions. Shared experiences bring him comfort because they strengthen the bond between you and create a powerful sense of togetherness.

Romantically, Shotaro's passions could translate into enthusiasm and drive. But that same passion could also lead to impulsive decisions. He might find it difficult to open up emotionally and share his deeper feelings. So, while he's undeniably passionate, there might be a reserved side to him when it comes to expressing his true self.

Emotionally, what is Shotaro like in a relationship?

Cards: the empress, the chariot, and three of cups.

Shotaro's emotional landscape in a relationship is like a blossoming flower garden, bursting with vibrant blooms of love and care (The Empress). He takes pride in tending to his love, creating a safe haven nurtured by his nurturing spirit. However, The Chariot's influence lurks beneath the surface like tangled roots, representing a potential for possessiveness. His strong desire for a flourishing relationship could cause him to become overly invested in controlling its every aspect, which could restrict the love's natural growth and breathing room.

What is Shotaro's weakness or red flag in a relationship?

Cards: the tower, the seven of swords, and the knight of wands.

The Tower, with its image of a sudden collapse, can symbolize a fear of commitment that leads Shotaro to sabotage relationships when things get serious. The Seven of Swords reinforces this by hinting at the possibility of withholding his true feelings or even resorting to emotional manipulation to maintain control. This behaviour could leave his partner feeling confused, hurt, and unsure of where they stand in the relationship.

The Knight of Wands signifies passion and drive. Shotaro, as a boyfriend, could be incredibly attentive and full of surprises. He might constantly plan exciting dates or adventures, showering his partner with affection and grand gestures. However, his impulsive nature might lead to neglecting his partner's need for stability or a quiet night in. He might struggle to understand why his partner wouldn't want to keep up with his energetic pace all the time.

Shotaro bursts through the door, buzzing with excitement. "Babe! I just scored front-row tickets to the hottest concert tonight! We have to go!" You curled up with a book and a cup of tea, and smile weakly. "That sounds amazing, Shotaro, but honestly, I was looking forward to a cosy night in. Maybe we can catch the concert next weekend?" A flicker of disappointment crosses Shotaro's face, but he quickly recovers. "Oh yeah, of course! Movie night sounds great. We can order your favourite pizza."

What is Shotaro's strength or green flag in a relationship?

Cards: the chariot, three of wands, and seven of cups.

The Chariot suggests Shotaro is someone who takes the lead and prioritizes creating a balanced and fulfilling relationship. He's likely to put in the effort to ensure both partners' needs are met and is determined to overcome obstacles as a team. The Three of Wands indicates his adventurous spirit and desire to keep the romance alive. He might enjoy surprising you with new experiences and bringing creativity and enthusiasm to dates and activities.

This combination suggests Shotaro is a reliable and proactive partner. He might be the one who initiates plans, dates, or solutions to problems. His adventurous side could make him fun to be with, always looking for new experiences to share.

However, the Seven of Cups introduces a note of caution. Shotaro might struggle with indecisiveness at times, especially when it comes to grand gestures or big decisions. He might present multiple options or hesitate before committing to a plan.

What is/are Shotaro's love language?

Cards: star, six of wands, and the knight of cups.

Based on the cards, Shotaro's love language seems like a combination of Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation, and Gifts Giving. He appears to be someone who puts effort into making his partner feel loved and appreciated through thoughtful actions, sweet words, and grand gestures.

Shotaro might be a believer in grand gestures and expressing his love through acts of service. He might surprise you with thoughtful gifts, plan dream dates, or go the extra mile to make you feel special.

Six of wands, following The Star, hints that Shotaro might enjoy expressing his love through public displays of affection and celebrating your achievements together. He might be someone who brags about you to his friends and family, cheers you on at your events, and makes you feel proud to be by his side.

Knight of cups reinforces the idea that Shotaro is a romantic at heart. He might shower you with compliments, write love poems, or create a world of chivalry and romance. He might be the type to leave you sweet notes or surprise you with flowers "just because."

Which love language would Shotaro would like to receive?

Cards: the star, six of swords, and knight of wands.

The combination of these cards suggests Shotaro thrives on a multifaceted approach to love. He likely appreciates a thoughtful blend of practical support (Acts of Service), quality time for deep connection (Quality Time), and verbal expressions of affection (Words of Affirmation). Fulfilling all three of these needs would make him feel secure and cherished in the relationship.

The Star suggests Shotaro values Acts of Service. He might appreciate thoughtful gestures that make his life easier or show you're thinking of him. The Six of Swords might indicate Shotaro values Quality Time. He might crave focused moments of connection and shared experiences. Picture a quiet evening spent together after a busy day.

The Knight of Wands suggests Shotaro might appreciate Words of Affirmation. He might enjoy compliments, words of encouragement, and expressions of your love and admiration. Think about Shotaro feeling nervous before a big performance. You tell him how proud you are of his talent and hard work. These positive affirmations would likely boost his confidence and make him feel loved.

Channelled songs:

The songs below reminds me of him.

[rabbiitte]

Character analysis #2

Ray's Self-Destructive Spiral: Unveiling the Repetition Compulsion.

We previously talked about how Mew can be associated with the idea of "control", today we'll talk about how Ray can be associated with the idea of "repetition". Specially, Ray can be associated to the idea of repetition of traumatic experiences. But “Why would anyone want to repeat a traumatic experience?”, you may ask. I've been asking myself that question since EP2, since that episode contains the bases and fundamentals to understand two of the most complex characters in the series: Top and Ray. However, today we'll concentrate on Ray and his tendency to repeat self-destructive patterns rooted in his mother's death. I'll share with you my study about the repetition compulsion concept within Freud's psychoanalytic theory and how it can be related to Ray. We'll also address the concepts of acting out and transference. This is going to be extensive, but if you are interested, keep reading and join me as I delve into Ray's intricacies!

1. Unearthing the Patterns: Ray's Repetition Compulsion.

We all go back to doing what gives us pleasure. It could be something like watching a movie that makes us happy or something deeper. Do you remember when we talked about Top's need to be rewarded? This repetitive behavior of constantly asking for rewards obeys the need to be recognized and appreciated. When we are rewarded (we get the reward itself but also) we know we did things right and feel appreciated, which provokes pleasure. According to Freud, when we repeat actions/situations/patterns that give us pleasure, the repetition is positive and when we repeat actions/situations/patterns that don't give us pleasure, the repetition is pathological. In the series, pathological repetition can be seen reflected through Ray.

I think the vast majority will agree that Ray's alcoholism takes a new meaning after learning that his mother died from alcohol consumption (and perhaps due to other substances too). Why does Ray repeat his mother's alcoholism if he knows that it led to her death? Why do parents repeat the unhealthy patterns they experienced when they were children? Why an individual tends to choose friends who mistreat him/her after being mistreated? According to the psychoanalytic theory, this is due to the repetition compulsion.

Repetition compulsion: The repetition compulsion is a psychological concept introduced by Sigmund Freud. It refers to a person's tendency to unconsciously repeat past experiences, often traumatic or distressing ones, in their present behaviour or relationships. This repetition can occur despite the individual's awareness that it may not be in their best interest. Freud believed that this compulsion stemmed from an innate drive to master or resolve unresolved issues from the past, even if doing so is painful or self-destructive. The repetition compulsion can influence various aspects of a person's life, including relationships, choices and reactions, often leading to patterns of behaviour that seem illogical or counterproductive.

As stated, the repetition compulsion includes both positive and negative patterns of behaviour. But, when an individual unconsciously reenact harmful or destructive patterns from their past and these repetitions result in negative or harmful outcomes, we're talking about destructive repetition.

Destructive repetition: refers to the repetition of harmful or self-destructive behaviours. This can include self-harm, substance abuse, or engaging in relationships with patterns of emotional or physical abuse. Destructive repetition often reflects unresolved psychological issues and can be an attempt to gain control or find meaning in past experiences.

That's why parents repeat their parents' parenting patterns, to gain control over the traumatic experience. That's why an individual will unconsciously choose friends who mistreat him/her, to gain control over the traumatic experience. And that's why Ray repeats his mother's addiction/s, to gain control over the traumatic experience. Ray's choice to engage in alcohol consumption despite its destructive consequences mirrors the destructive patterns associated with his mother's death. In other words, Ray may be unconsciously repeating the addiction his mother experienced to try to make sense of her death, in a context where he feels a false sense of control over his own alcoholism.

In addition to being a case of destructive repetition compulsion, Ray's repetition could fall into the following categories:

Repetition of Traumatic Events: Individuals may unconsciously recreate or reenact traumatic events from their past in an attempt to master or make sense of them.

Repetition of Self-Sabotage: Some individuals repeatedly engage in self-sabotaging behaviors, such as substance abuse or destructive habits, despite knowing the negative consequences.

Repetition of Childhood Experiences: People may unconsciously repeat patterns or dynamics from their childhood within their adult lives.

Based on the scene of EP4, in which Ray asks Mew if he thinks he'll end up like his mother, I'd say there's a chance Ray is aware of his destructive patterns of behaviour. He has the self-awareness but he doesn't have the will to change. Perhaps because he thinks he deserves it? However, it seems that Ray is still trying to understand and gain control (it's interesting how we always come back to this idea) about his mother's death. At the same time, he seems to be also interested in discovering his role or influence on it.

2. Ray's Inner Turmoil: Acting Out and Suicide Attempt.

The nonverbal way in which the destructive repetition compulsion manifests itself is through acting out.

Acting out: refers to the expression of emotions or internal conflicts through impulsive and disruptive actions rather than expressing them verbally. It can manifest itself in behaviours such as tantrums, defiant behaviour, verbal or physical aggression, or even self-destructive behaviours. "Acting out" is often an attempt to communicate emotional needs that are difficult to put into words, but it manifests itself in disorganized and disruptive ways.

With this in mind, in the opening scene of EP4, the "acting out" would be Ray's impulsive and disruptive action of taking an overdose of pills, which is a self-destructive attempt and a way of expressing his emotional conflicts in a non-verbal way. In that time period, Ray might have been struggling to express his need for affection and his feeling of loneliness, prompting him to act self-destructively. Had he died, he would have died in the same way his mother died: consuming alcohol and drugs.

The moment of acting out shouldn't be confused with the nervous breakdown Ray suffered. Acting out is related to the presence of disruptive behaviours in a nonverbal way as a form of expression of internal conflicts. While the nervous breakdown (in this case, it happens after the acting out moment) is characterized by:

Uncontrollable crying: the person may cry intensely and for a long time without being able to stop.

Feeling of despair: the person may feel overwhelmed by sadness, fear or anxiety, and may think that there isn't a solution to problems.

Loss of emotional control: a person may experience a feeling of emotional lack of control and feel that the emotions are out of reach.

Isolation: The person may withdraw from others and seek solitude as a way to cope with the crisis.

Expression of negative thoughts: the person may express negative thoughts about themselves, such as feeling worthless or guilty.

(a nervous breakdown may include physical symptoms too but only the visible symptoms present in Ray's scene were shared).

This is Ray's way of manifesting his inner conflicts based on unresolved traumatic experiences through destructive behaviour.

3. Ray's Unresolved Emotions: The Impact of Transferential Patterns on Romantic Choices.

Let's keep talking about EP4, but this time focusing on Mew's importance (because it's impossible to talk about Ray without talking about Mew) and this line: “she never hugged me like this, you know?”. According to Ray, in this scene, Mew provided him with something his mom didn't: affection. However, Mew didn't provide that solely in this scene. Mew provides affection, comfort, support, security and discipline on a regular basis to Ray (even today).

These features are typically associated with a mother figure and, as we explained in Mew's analysis, these are features that Mew has. Here the idea of “Ray isn't in love with Mew, he's in love with the idea of Mew” becomes relevant because everything suggests that Ray could be projecting onto Mew the caregiver and support figure role he didn't have in his relationship with his mother. But guess what? Sand also possesses these characteristics.

So it's no accident that Ray becomes romantically involved with the only two people who can provide him with what his mother couldn't, it's a pattern.

This could be Ray's way to look into adult relationships for what may have been missing in his relationship with his mother during childhood. This kind of search for relationships that fill emotional voids from the past is a common element in the transference theory in psychoanalysis.

Transference: refers to the reactivation and projection of unconscious feelings, desires and attitudes towards an authority figure or significant person in an individual's life. This often occurs when an individual develops strong feelings, positive or negative, toward their therapist or significant person, which are actually related to important figures from their past, such as parents, siblings, or significant others.

It's possible that Ray, with time and personal work, may come to terms with the fact that his unmet needs are, in fact, unmet needs. This would be an important step towards emotional maturation.

The emotional maturation process involves recognizing and addressing past emotional wounds, learning how to healthily meet emotional needs, and developing more balanced and fulfilling relationships. This may require therapy, self-reflection, and self-work. Each person has their own rhythm in this process, but awareness and the desire for change are positive steps towards emotional maturity.

However, as long as Ray doesn't stop projecting his unconscious feelings onto his partners, he may continue to experience difficulties in his relationships. Ray's relationships may be threatened by instability and unhealthy attitudes (like codependency) as a result of expectations and unresolved needs that can be difficult to fully satisfy through partners.

It's possible to interpret that Ray is trapped in behavioural and emotional patterns that reflect unresolved wounds from his childhood. His constant search for mother figures in his romantic interests and the repetition of these patterns could indicate that he's struggling to overcome his childhood trauma and feels trapped in his emotional childhood. It's as if Ray is frozen in time, still searching for answers about his mother's death and the affection he lacked as a child.

If you liked this analysis and want to read more, click here to read Mew's analysis.

[romanarose]

Taking Care

Steven Grant X Reader

Summary: Sick fic with Steven! You are recovering from surgery, and Steven is happy to help take care of you.

Just something for my precious Mona, love you @welcometostayingawake I hope this at least makes you smile, thanks for being there for me last night!

Warnings: Mentions of surgery, mentions of not eating but not on purpose, just not feeling good.

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As you stir awake on the couch, you vaguely register the sound of rustling around you, and you open your bleary eyes to see Steven tidying up the apartment.

You take the moment to star at the absolute cake in his pants as he bent over, and smiled at him as he turned around, hands full of trash from the take out you ordered for lunch. “Hey beautiful” You smile softly.

Steven smiles, setting the garbage down on the table to kneel by your side. “Hey there, hope I didn't wake you, how are you feeling?”

“Crappy” You grumble.

At that, Steven frowns, and you watch his eyebrows furrow together in concern. “Hold still” He directs, grabbing the thermometer and checking your temp. “Well, you’re 37 degrees” Steven was very concerned of you getting an infection, so he checked your temp frequently. He turned to the mirror, where either Jake or Marc likely were. “That’s 98.6 for you Americans.”

“Steven…” You pout at him.

“Yes love?” He answered immediately, ready to get you whatever you need. “What is it?”

“I’m so fucking horny, baby” You whine, causing Steven to giggle in relief, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I know, my love, but you heard the doctor, not yet.” But he graced you with a kiss, which prompted you to pull him in for a deeper one.

“Can’t I at least suck you off?”

“Christ” He mumbles, pulling away. “You’re gonna get me in trouble…” He laughs, standing up as you whine again, trying to hold onto his hand. “No sex, no outercourse, nothing until we get your doctor’s clearance. Now, are you hungry?”

You let go of his hand, but he stands above you, playing with your hair as he awaits your answer. “No, not really”

Frowning again, he negotiates. “You haven't eaten all day.”

“No appetite”

He considers this for a moment. “I understand, can I make you a smoothie? That way you at least get something in you, vitamins and all that?”

You mull over this for a bit. You felt a bit sick, but at this point it may be from the lack of food. “Lots of berries?” You ask, looking up at him from the couch, faint sounds of Bluey playing on the TV. 

“Of course, I made sure to pick up raspberries at the store anticipating this.” Steven winks at you before turning to the kitchen. You listen to the sounds of him prepping a smoothie. He had gone grocery shopping this morning while you napped for the first time, and it seemed he had thought ahead. You had no doubt he was also putting spinach or kale in the smoothie, the blades of the blender cutting them up so small you’d never notice, as well as powders of protein and whatever the fuck else you needed to make a quick recovery that you wouldn’t know, but Steven had been reading up on for weeks. 

As he approached you he set the cup on the coasters that look like books you had given him for Hanukkah, a book for each night. The one he used right now was painted like Pride and Prejudice, a book you doubted Steven had read, but choices were limited, and you knew he appreciated Jane Austen as a historic woman in literature. Steven loved his strong women. That’s why he dated you. Also, Pride and Prejudice (2005) was one of your favorite movies and was a date night movie you and Jake early in your relationship. Surprisingly, the man had a thing for period pieces.

Steven helped you sit up, sitting beside you and giving you the cup and spoon. “I even added greek yogurt for you. Don’t tell cows, you’ll never forgive me”

You smile at him fondly. “You don’t have to sacrifice your principles for me.”

“Hey now, I’m not eating the yogurt, so I think we can allow it”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you drink the smoothie, feeling better as the sugar in the raspberries danced on your tongue.

“Can you lay with me?” You ask as you finish the drink, bending to set it down, but Steven took it out of your hand to put it down for you. You felt babied, but in the best way. 

“Of course, my darling, how could I ever say no to that request?” He adjusts to that the two of you lay on the old couch, Steven’s strong arms around you, careful not to hurt you as he fiddles with the remote. “Do you want to watch that terrible movie Marc hates?”

Immediately, you perk up, turning over to grin at him. “You’ll watch Triple Frontier with me??”

With a kiss on the forehead, he assures you. “With you in my arms, we can watch whatever you want.”

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Just something I whipped up while avoiding doing laundry

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