#it’s one of the most spontaneous things I’ve ever done

[2006aquamarine]

i remember when I woke up early one summer morning and just couldn’t get back to sleep. It was like 4am? I believe. And I looked at the weather app and I saw that it’d be a sunny day that day. Then i thought of the lake and how I often plan on going there to watch the sunrise, but I never wake up early enough. So I got up, got some water and weed, and drove myself to the lake to watch the sunrise. I have nothing to say except spontaneity and spending time to marvel at the world doing its thing is always fulfilling. Here’s the picture I took.

[sophisticatedswifts]

Me: I’m bored, I wonder if there’s anything to do in London tonight

Me two hours later, at a 5sos concert:

[endlessthxxghts]

Routine

Frankie Morales x coffee shop worker!afab!reader || W/C: ≈7.9k

Summary: Frankie makes a new routine for himself to help with his mental health. In that routine, Frankie stumbles upon you.

Content/Warnings: POV switching - stops towards the end, then POVs are combined. Friends to lovers. Slightly scared and reluctant friends to lovers. Slow burn. Canon divergent to Frankie's Triple Frontier storyline (No history of lady or child for Frankie). Brief mentions of South America and Frankie's mental health. Brief therapy talk. Overthinking!Frankie, but Reader comforts and reassures him. He’s not insecure the entire time, promise lolol. Hints of angst, but this is me we’re talking about — always will be a happy ending here🫶. No physical description of reader besides coffee shop uniform (no size descriptions used) - any descriptions are neutral, no adjectives to describe (purely things like "your thigh" etc.). No use of "y/n". SMUT 18+ MDNI (making out, cunnilingus + fingering, unprotected P in V sex + cumming inside, breast worship/titty sucking). If there's anything that should be up here, please do not hesitate to let me know!

A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and happy days, everyone! This Christmas season, I was apart of @pedrostories' 2023 Secret Santa event where we gift some type of creation to another fellow Pedro-related blog on here. I'm honored to have created this story for the lovely @alwaysbethewest ! I'm a huge sucker for a soft man, so in reading the prompt you gave, I just had to write for good ol' Francisco Morales—the sweetest of the bunch. This story was so cute and sexy to write, I'm so excited to see what you think. I truly hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

Frankie

You need to create a routine.

One that takes you out of your house.

Out of your comfort zone.

These words rang in Frankie’s ear as he allowed his feet to make decisions for him today. Ever since South America, Frankie has been struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy again. He rarely leaves his house unless it’s for groceries or work — or as of the last few months, unless it’s for therapy.

Frankie’s therapist noticed he was falling back into his old habits, his old mannerisms; and in being prompted about what his day-to-day looked like outside of therapy, Frankie was met with those three phrases. 

“You need to create a routine.”

“I have one,” Frankie says defensively. 

“One that takes you out of your house.”

“I do,” he says. “Work. The store.” 

“And out of your comfort zone.”

Frankie scoffs. As soon as he thinks of a quip, his therapist’s watch beeps. Saved by the bell. 

Frankie rises, getting ready to leave the room. His therapist leaves him with a new assignment. “Clear your schedule. You’re doing nothing but spontaneous decisions tomorrow.”

He takes a breath to calm his frustration. “How will you even know if I’ve done it?” Frankie asks. 

“I’ll know.”

“And if I lie?”

“I’ll know,” his therapist reassures. 

Which is why he finds himself in the early afternoon at a coffee shop, during what looks like to be its busiest hours of the day. Shit. 

He enters the line as he scans the menu on the wall, the line being long enough he’s sure he’ll make a decision by the time he gets to the register. He usually gets straight black coffee, but taking his therapist’s word a little too seriously, he opts for something else. 

Hazelnut? No. Mocha? No. Vanilla? No. Fuck, okay, this is harder than it looks.

He scans the tinier board off to the side for today’s special: an horchata latte, either iced or hot. Horchata? He can absolutely get by that. The guy at the register takes the order of the customer in front of him, and the same guy switches off and begins to make the customer’s drink. Waiting to be helped, Frankie reaches into his pocket to get his wallet ready, but still angsty from the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop, his grip fumbles and he drops it. 

He bends down to go pick it up, and as he stands back up, he’s immediately met by the most heartstopping view. You, with a brown apron, a hand-drawn name tag, and powdered sugar adorning your cheek. The smile on your face as you greet him causes his brain to short circuit. 

“Hi! How can I help you today?” you beam at him, completely unaware of the cuteness radiating off of you, melting his anxieties made of wasps and transforming them into the shape of flapping butterflies all throughout his tummy. 

“I- um, hi- yeah, I’d, um-” he stumbles on his words. You smile at him, nodding your head patiently and understanding. “Shit, sorry-” he laughs nervously. 

“You’re okay,” you giggle, slightly intrigued at the flushed state of the man before you. “This your first time here? We’ve got a lot of options, it can be very nerve wracking picking from our menu,” you comfort, probably assuming it’s the first-time jitters taking away his ability to speak. 

“Oh, uh- yeah, it’s my first time here,” Frankie confirms. “But actually, I had my mind set on today’s special? The horchata latte?” 

Your face lights up like a million suns, and his heart feels like it’ll burst any second now. “Oh my gosh, really?!” you squeal. “That’s my creation we’ve highlighted today,” you say excitedly, “and you’re actually the first to order it!” You ring up his total, Frankie handing you his card to swipe in the machine. “Hot or iced?” 

“What do you think?”

You study him for a moment. “Personally, I like iced because horchata in itself is already so refreshing, so it adds to that. But you seem like you’d prefer it hot, which is also objectively just as good.”

“Wow,” Frankie says with a smile.

“Was I accurate?” 

“Right on the nail,” he confirms. 

“Your name?” you ask, reaching for a cup.

“My name?” He asks, confused.

You gesture to the cup with a smirk. “For your order?”

“Oh,” he says. You catch the blush that falls on his cheeks. “Frankie,” he tells you, his hand shooting to the back of his neck to soothe his awkwardness.

“Well, Frankie,” you say after writing his name. “I’ll need an honest review after,” you smile at him as you turn away, signaling for someone else to take register so you can be the one to make his drink. 

He can’t help the cheesy smile that forms across his face at the prospect of getting to speak with you again. He turns around and searches for an open table. 

He sat on his phone for a few minutes, waiting for his name to be called when someone clears their throat in front of him. He looks up to see you, powdered sugar still kissing your cheek and two drinks — one iced and one hot — in your hands with that smile he’s slowly becoming addicted to. 

“Didn’t know you guys do table service?” Frankie asks, in a joking manner but truly he’s curious.

“We don’t,” you smile smugly as you place his cup in front of him. “Told you I needed my review.”

He smiles at you, then reaches for a napkin and lifts his hand towards you as you sit in the seat across from him. He gestures to your cheek. “May I?” You go pale. “Oh, God, don’t tell me I’ve had shit on my face this entire time?” 

“Okay, then I won’t,” he offers gently. You lean closer into his hand, giving him the green light. He wipes the powdered sugar from your cheek, his face in concentration mode as he makes sure to wipe it all off. He feels you staring, his face heating up the longer your eyes are on him, but he doesn’t break. 

“There,” he whispers, “the shit is gone.” Your faces are still inches from each other. 

“Thought you weren’t gonna say anything?” you whisper back. 

He breaks the proximity first, clearing his throat to steady himself. He doesn’t reply to your remark. Instead, he grabs the coffee and brings it up to his lips. “Let’s see what this is all about, yeah?” The second the hot liquid touches his tongue, he knows his days of black coffee are over. It’s creamy, the perfect amount of cinnamon, a perfectly pulled espresso shot that highlights the natural nutty undertones — it’s fucking perfect, and he tells you exactly that. 

“Guess now you’ve got an excuse to come back,” you tell him. 

“I think I had an excuse before that,” Frankie quickly lets out before taking another heady sip, referring to the beautiful human sitting past him. 

You lean back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest, something akin to trouble written across your face. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yeah, I guess you did.” 

He’s experienced enough to know when someone is flirting with him. He’s experienced enough to notice a mutual attraction. Yet, there’s something so bold, so intoxicating about you that you’ve thrown him off balance. Whether you’re just a naturally friendly, bold person, or you’ve actually taken an interest in him, there’s no way he’s going away now. You’ve got him hooked. 

You need to create a routine, he was told, and creating a routine is exactly what he’s going to do. 

It’s been six months since his first visit, and in those six months, he’s had the opportunity to really get to know you. 

In the first month, he visited twice a week, once during the weekdays and once on the weekends. He made sure to time it on what he noticed to be your shift, and he also timed it for right when you were about to take your break. Catching on pretty quickly, you offer him a bit of reassurance. 

“My schedule is the most consistent out of all of my coworkers, by the way,” you say, sipping on your iced mocha. 

His ears perk up. “Yeah? Why’s that?” 

“Been here the longest, so the owners let me play around with my schedule and pick up shifts that I want to,” you tell him. “But my therapist a few years ago told me to set a routine for myself, so-”

Frankie chokes on his coffee with a laugh. 

“Oh my god,” you giggle, “you okay?” you ask him, leaning forward to pat on his back. 

Frankie’s breath falters at the contact. “Y-yeah, I’m good,” he pulls away from your embrace out of nervousness. If you notice, you don’t mention it. “Just threw me off a little.”

“Why? What’d I say?” you reply. 

“No, it’s nothing, it’s just,” he sets his coffee down. “A month ago, I had a therapy session, and my therapist told me the exact same thing. They literally told me I needed to create a routine for myself,” he says. 

“Oh,” you say with a straight face. Your face goes unreadable for a second, and he feels like he fucked something up. “So is that why you’ve been harassing me for weeks on end?”

Frankie looks like he’s just seen a ghost, pale and flushed at the same time, his ability to form any kind of words rendered impossible. “I- no, I-”

In his state of panic, he’s looking everywhere except you. He feels your hands wrap around his, and you’re leaning closer to him, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Frankie, I’m joking,” you coo. You can see his jaw unclench as he searches your eyes for any signs of discomfort from him. Nothing. There’s something there as he holds your stare, but nothing tells him you don’t want him here. A shy smile forms on his face, and the bashful blush on his cheeks return. He knows you notice it, but still, you don’t mention it. 

“For what it’s worth,” you speak again. “I enjoy having you in my routine, too,” his own giddy demeanor reflecting back at him through you. There goes the butterflies again. 

Five months in, and he’s coming into the shop everyday. He doesn’t always get coffee, but mostly, he’s there to see you. Sometimes you’re way too busy to take a break any time soon, so he’ll slip in, give you a little wave hello, accept your sweet smile in return, and he’ll slip out. 

“Gonna actually get something today, Morales?” 

A few visits ago on your break, you ask him if his name is short for anything, and quickly add in that if Frankie is what he prefers, you don’t care to know anything else. His heart melts at the sentiment, at how understanding and gentle of a human you are. Not only to him, but to everyone who has the privilege to interact with you. 

Francisco Morales, he tells you. Francisco, Frankie, Frank, you can call me whatever you want. This time, he thinks he catches the heat creeping on your face, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“Morales, huh? And what do you mean actually?”

“I’m not dumb, Frankie,” you smirk. “I know you don’t get anything a few of the times you stop by.” 

He swears his heart falls out of his ass. He thought you’d be too busy to even notice. As a former special op, he thought he would have been more slick about it. 

He scans the menu above you, as if he hasn’t studied it a thousand times over, just to get out of your piercing gaze. “Just tryna keep the routine, is all,” he retorts. 

“The routine, huh?” you smile at him, a hint of mischief in your eyes, along with that same something he can’t quite identify — it makes his chest swell. “Your favorite is back on the menu, by the way.” 

Frankie turns to the special board: horchata latte. Smiling to himself before he responds, “I’ll have that, then,” he says, reaching for his card. “You going on your break now?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you reply, “and coffee is on me today.”

His eyebrow quirks up at you. “Please?” you tell him with the world’s worst (more like cutest) puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. How the hell can he say no to you now?

“Fine,” he deadpans. 

You squeal in excitement. You shoo him away to go find a seat, and you’re at his side within moments, two hot cups in your hands. 

He looks quizzically at the other cup. “I don’t know, I’m just feeling like a hot cup today,” you shrug. “What can I say, you’ve influenced me,” you giggle, not realizing just how much that statement affects Frankie’s crushing little heart. God, you’re beautiful, he can’t help but think as you curl up as best you can in your chair while you sip on your coffee. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way about you. One, you’re practically his best friend at this point, and two, you probably wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like him. 

“So,” you say, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“So,” he repeats. 

“I was actually thinking of taking this weekend off,” you tell him. 

His face falls a little, but he’s quick to fix it before you notice — hopefully. “Oh, is everything okay?” he asks. 

“Nothing bad,” you reassure him. “I just think I need a little weekend to myself before the busy holiday season really starts.” 

“That’s understandable,” Frankie replies. 

“Yeah,” you say softly. “But…” you trail off. 

“Buuuut?” He drags the word out for dramatic effect, sensing your nervousness and wanting to help calm you. 

You giggle at his antics. “But I don’t wanna break our routine,” you say quietly. A little oh escapes his mouth. “I was wondering if you- if you wanted to hang out, maybe? On Saturday? Or even Sunday? Whatever works for you… and you can obviously say no, don’t feel obligated-” 

It’s always been you cutting him off from his overthinking and comforting him, and now it’s his turn. He leans forward, wrapping his hands around yours as they hug your coffee cup. He gives you a little squeeze and calls your name gently. “I would love to.”

“Okay,” you say sweetly. “Wanna do a movie night?”

“Anything you want,” he tells you.

It’s surprising he didn’t have your phone number until five months in. Though, come to think of it, he’s seen you practically everyday since he met you. And there was no need to communicate beyond that. Right? 

Shaking his head to clear him from his thoughts, he copies your address from your guys’ text thread and pastes it into his maps. It takes him five minutes to get to your place, and as soon as he gets to your front door, you’re already opening before he has a chance to knock. 

“Oh! Frankie, hi,” you gasp delightedly. “Perfect timing,” you laugh. “I was just gonna grab the groceries out of my car. Go inside, make yourself at home.”

“Hi,” he smiles, “I can help with the groceries?”

“Oh, that’s okay, it’s just one bag. Give me one second,” you say walking to your car. 

He waits for you as you grab the bag, both of you walking back inside together. “So I’m terrible at picking a movie, and if I didn’t narrow down our options, I feel like we’d be here all night deciding.”

“What do ya got for me?” he smiles as he makes his way to your couch, purely just enjoying being in your presence regardless of the movie you both decide to put on. 

“Alright, since we’re nearing Christmas, I have a few holiday options, and then a few general of my favorites — Elf, The Grinch, or Home Alone; or we can do my personal favorite, but I promise I’m good with whatever you choose, Labyrinth, Paddington 1 or 2-”

Frankie’s eyes light up at the latter option, and you immediately catch on. “Okay, so I’m guessing one of the Paddington’s?” you say with a snort. 

He grimaces. “Was it that obvious?” 

“Frankie, you literally looked at me like I am your entire world,” you laugh. “Yes, it was that obvious.”

“I mean, it’s not any different than how I usually look at you,” Frankie says without thinking. Immediately his hand is on his mouth. 

He sees the shock on your face for a millisecond before you’re back to your usual cool and collected self. How the fuck do you do that? “Okay but which Paddington? There’s only one right answer, here.” 

Although his heart is still beating through his damn chest, the question puts him back on track. “Paddington 2, duh,” he says without missing a beat, he rolls his eyes as he playfully scoffs at you. 

“Good answer,” you say sternly but with a smile. You set up your TV onto Paddington 2 and then quickly run to the kitchen to grab the popcorn you made. You set the bowl on your coffee table, turning back to grab something to drink. “What’s your drink of choice? I’ve got water, tea, soda — I can whip up a coffee for you, too, if you’d like,” you yell to him. 

“Hmm, enticing, but I’m okay with water for now, though, thank you.”

You return back to your living room, scanning the table making sure you don’t need anything else. You ask Frankie if he does. 

“Just you,” Frankie says, again, not thinking before he speaks. God damn it, Francisco, get it together. 

You smirk at him, he sees your eyes tracing the red across his cheeks. Christ. “You’ve had me for a while, Morales,” you say under your breath, softly but still loud enough for him to hear. Your words genuinely cause his heart to skip a beat. You settle onto the couch beside him, ignoring his shocked face. “Ready to watch?” hints of your smugness still there. 

“Y-yeah, ready,” he stutters.

Six months. It’s been six months since he met you and his old self would never have expected his day to day to look like this. He’s got a usual stop at your work—always on his lunch since you start later—sometimes getting coffee and other times your smile is all that he needs to feel energized for the day. 

You

And on the weekends, you two share a movie night—your version of recharging for your next work week. 

Ever since the first weekend you took off, you loved the mental break it gave you, so Frankie encouraged you to take the leap and start taking off every weekend. The owners agreed, of course. He assured you it wouldn’t break into your routine together. If anything, your time together has increased significantly. You genuinely have no idea what you’d do without Frankie at your side nearly every single day, but there’s something in your heart telling you he’s feeling the same way. 

For six months, since the very first moment he fell bashful in his presence, you’ve been completely and utterly captivated by him. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way about him—especially not so early and not for this long—but there’s always been a magnetic pull between you. Both of you know it and neither of you can deny it, especially in the occasional flirty comment made by either of you, but there’s something holding you back from pushing for something more. You’ve grown accustomed to seeing him practically every single day, and one wrong move or one wrong boundary crossed, and suddenly everything is gone. You can’t risk it. You’d rather keep him at arm's length at all times rather than not have him at all. He’s your best friend for crying out loud. You cannot lose him to something so juvenile. 

However, with tonight being your weekend ritual paired with a particularly draining week of work, all you wanted was to curl up in a ball and sleep your entire weekend away. Though, what you wanted more was to see Frankie. He told you it was truly okay if he didn’t come tonight, knowing about how hectic your week was, but you weren’t having any of that. 

“I swear to God, Frankie, I will fight you,” you told him on the phone earlier. 

“Oh, really?” You could hear his smug face in his reply. “I’d like to see you try.”

The butterflies erupt in your belly and begin to fly lower towards your core, igniting a spark in the lower part of you that you’ve been trying to keep at bay for months. You take a deep breath before steering the conversation elsewhere. You know he both hates and loves when you do that—smoothly pulling away from the bait he gives you while saving his ego in the process. You’ve gotten so good at this after years of unwanted flirting from customers. You didn’t realize how perfect this skill would be in keeping your distance from the man you want most.

“Shut up and get your ass over here, Morales,” you tell him. “I know where you live, you should be here by the time I change into my damn pajamas.”

“Should I change into mine, too?” He teases.

You both know Frankie loses every flirty little challenge that occurs between you. Which is why he isn’t surprised at your response, but it still stirs him up nonetheless. “That depends,” you say, your voice dropping in tone. “Are you a gray sweatpants or plaid pajama pants kind of guy?”

“Both,” he says. To the average ear, it’d sound like the most casual response. To your ear, though, you can hear the pain laced in his voice. 

You stifle a giggle. “In that case, yes, please, by all means. Change into your pajamas, baby.”

You don’t leave room for him to reply, ending the call before you can overthink how that was the most suggestive flirty comment you’ve made yet. 

Pulling your head back into focus mode, you go to your kitchen to start preparing the usual snacks you two indulge in during these nights. You also got a new ice cream flavor on your last grocery run that you thought was interesting and wanted to try, but you’ll pull that out when he gets here. Or maybe not. You don’t need to watch him clean off his spoon like the attentive man you’ve come to learn that he is. Your body shudders at the image. 

Goodness, what is up with you today? You are always so good at keeping your feelings down, especially the physical ones. There must be something in the air today, because all you can think about are things you shouldn’t be doing with or to your best friend. 

Before you know it, a knock is at your door, and you cannot help the way your eyes immediately sweep his body from top to bottom with a lingering stare at his center. You’re absolutely shameless with it, too, your tongue darting out to lick your lips as you drink in the sight of him. Gray sweatpants. A dark green, fitted tee. You are drooling. 

Your eyes finally meet his own, and you’re met with a smug Frankie, knowing that this time, he won this round. “You alright there?” He asks you. 

Confusion takes over your face. “Huh?”

He brings his fingers up to swipe across his lip. Oh, dear God. “Got a little bit of...” he trails off with a smile. 

Your ears finally register his remark, and your hand is immediately swatting at his chest. “Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get inside.”

He follows you into the kitchen, a new thing he started doing a few weekends ago to help bring all the snacks to your living room in one go rather than multiple trips. It also takes away from the amount of time he’s not with you, so you never questioned it. Walking back to the living room, you speak once more. “I cannot guarantee staying up the entire time, and I apologize now if I fall asleep on you.”

He says your name in an I told you so manner, “I already told you I didn’t have to come.” 

You’re sitting side by side on the couch now. “And I already told you I don’t care,” you respond back. He shakes his head disapprovingly at your persistence. You know he’s biting back a smile. A goofy smile you’ve caught a handful of times, and you eat up every single one. “You can choose the movie, though, seriously.” Adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position on the couch, a position where the sides of your bodies are closer together, your head finding solace on his shoulder, you add, “I swear, I think I wanted you here to be my pillow.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be,” he whispers, taking control of the remote to throw on Elf. Your eyes are already beginning to close, and you mutter a small yeah at Frankie’s statement, then you are out like a light.

Frankie

Frankie spends most of the night watching and listening to you rather than the movie. Watching how your nose twitches ever so often or listening to the occasional snore that escapes you. He doesn’t even realize the movie is over until a trailer for another movie is halfway through. His wingspan allows him to reach the remote nearby, and he quickly shuts the television off. 

He debates if he should wake you and make sure you get to your bed safely, or if he should just slip out from underneath you and continue letting you sleep. You look so peaceful, he thinks. Yet exhausted. He decides on letting you sleep. Or at least, he tries to. 

He gently attempts separating himself from you, his hand cradling your head to rest it on the couch cushion rather than his shoulder. Even in your sleepy state, you’re just as stubborn. You smack his hand away and wrap your arms tighter around his arm, nuzzling your head further into his shoulder to gain your comfort back again. You let out a final huff before settling on your position. 

“Sweet girl,” he whispers. He can’t stop the endearment leaving his lips. His heart is too full at the way you’re physically attaching yourself to him. “I need to go,” he says softly. “Gotta let you sleep.” 

Your grip tightens more so, a little whimper leaving your lips as your eyebrows furrow. “Stay,” you mumble. 

And although you’re fully overtaken by sleep, he’ll be damned if he ever argues with you, no matter the state you’re in. He takes a deep, settling breath. “Only for a little while longer,” he mumbles unconvincingly as he minutely adjusts his body to a more comfortable position, his head leaning partly atop yours. 

You

It’s not lost on you—the two words that fell from Frankie’s lips when he thought you were deep in your slumber. It took every ounce of your willpower not to shudder at the way it echoed throughout your fatigue-hollowed brain. 

You thought that maybe, with Frankie’s perception of your sleepy state, you could let part of your inhibitions go with him—reveal to him how you really feel, and pretend the next morning that you don’t remember what you said if something you don’t want to hear is revealed. Though, that’s easier said than done, only able to build the courage to mutter one little word to him as you continue laying in his warm embrace, the soothing sounds of his steady breathing blessing your ears. 

The longer you lay here, the more antsy you become. What could possibly go wrong if you two revealed how you feel to each other? You know one hundred percent that the feelings are mutual; it’s a matter of who breaks first, and quite honestly? You’re fed up. 

You lift your head up, turning to look at him. He’s out.  “Frankie,” you whisper-yell. Nothing. 

“Frankie,” you say a little louder. Still nothing.  How the hell did he doze so fast?

Finally, with a small slap to his cheek and one final call of his name, he’s up—and confused as fuck. 

“Huh-” he blinks heavily. His groggy eyes are searching for you. “Cariño, are you okay? What’s going on?” he rushes out, the sleep disorienting his ability to respond appropriately, forcing worry to the forefront of his mind. Too worked up to let his brain chemistry regulate, you rip the bandaid right off. “Francisco, do you have feelings for me?”

Well, fuck. If he wasn’t awake then, he sure as hell is now. 

“I-” he takes a deep breath, still trying to get his brain to catch up with the whiplash of events. “Where’s this coming from?” he asks, slightly defensive from the natural accusatory inflection with a question like this. 

Your face falls. So does his heart. “Frankie, don’t be coy,” you say—you beg. “Please, just answer the question.” 

He breaks your closeness, turning his body on the couch to completely face him. You mirror his movement. His eyes are searching yours. That something he couldn’t quite identify; that something that swims your gaze every time his eyes meet yours? It’s there, and he knows damn well what it is. He was just too afraid to admit it, to mortalize it into something real, something tangible. Because deep down? He knows he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve the love you give. The loyalty. The care. He’s done too much bad in this world to even fathom a mere chance at a life with you. 

But the way you sit there, staring back at him like he’s your entire world, he can’t stop the selfish desire to spill his truth to you. 

“Yes,” he lets out. The pure admittance is like a ton of weights have been completely lifted off of his chest after carrying it for so long. He can see the relief on your face, too, all your anxieties washing away with a single-syllable, three letter word. 

“Oh, thank God,” you softly giggle as you choke back a sob. Frankie can feel his eyes tear up. 

“Frankie?” you call. 

“Yeah?” He asks. 

“Please kiss me.”

His hands are on your cheeks in seconds, pulling you in to slot his lips with yours, a sweetness laced with a fire that’s been begging to be ignited since he met you—powdered sugared cheeks and a smile that could take a person out faster than any punch in the gut could. 

It’s quick to grow more passionate, his tongue dancing across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You let him in, of course—your tongue falls into a perfect tango, as if it were meant to be doing this dance with him all along. A soft, breathy moan escapes your lips, and you eventually build enough strength to pull away. 

Frankie’s quick to apologize, his overthinking getting the best of him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so carried away-”

You pull him in for a quick kiss to shut him up, a little laugh swirling in the air. “At what point did I make it feel or sound like I wasn’t enjoying that?”

In the dim light of your living room, you see a familiar tint glow across his nose and cheeks. He doesn’t—and can’t—respond to your very sound logic. “No, I-” you start, suddenly feeling yourself get all shy. “I pulled away because I- um…I was wondering if y-you-” you cut yourself off in frustration, grumbling out at the way you suddenly can’t face the man whose tongue was in your throat moments ago. 

You pick yourself up off the couch, grab his wrist, and swiftly lead you two to your bedroom. Crossing the threshold of your room, you stop at the edge of your bed. “I-is this okay?” 

Frankie stares at you in a trance, a lust-filled yet pure adoring trance. Before your eyesight can register, Frankie’s dropping to his knees, hands on your hips to urge you to settle on your bed. “This is okay,” he promises. 

He kisses your belly through your pajamas. “More than okay,” he mumbles to no one in particular. 

“Frankie,” you whimper.

“Can I taste you, baby?” He asks, his gaze finally breaking from your eyes to glance down to your core. 

“Y-you don’t have to,” your voice quivers. 

His fingers find the hem of your pants, waiting for your signal. “Oh, I don’t have to,” he tells you. “But I want to,” he inhales. “To be honest, I need to, so fucking bad, baby.”

“Fuck,” you say as you rapidly nod your head for him, his hands wasting no time in pulling your bottoms of you. The desperation laced in his voice alone has your eyes wanting to roll back. You’re settling yourself to the edge of your bed, leaning back as you spread your legs for him. “Take what you want, Morales,” you declare.

He smirks before he dives in. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Oh!” you gasp out at the sensation, pure warmth and passion behind his movements, your head struggles to maintain upright at the sight. Your bottom lip instinctively hides between your teeth in an attempt to stifle the moans threatening to escape you, your tiny little whimpers the only sounds escaping you. 

He starts with a flat stripe up your cunt, his tongue gliding through your folds and lapping up your wetness to bring it up to circle your clit a few times before dragging back down to your entrance. His fingers are curling into your bed sheet tightly, scared to cross any boundaries by moving too fast to your liking. His cock instantly jumps at his senses being consumed; your sweet, tangy taste mixed with the distinct, saccharine scent that’s uniquely you—he can’t control the groan that escapes his throat and floods through you. God, he could spend forever worshiping at your altar, completely and utterly content. 

He pulls away momentarily, the slick bottom half of his face shining back at you. “I just know you can make a lot more of those sweet sounds for me, cariño,” he says as his tongue licks his bottom lip. “It’s just you and me, baby, let me hear you,” he says with a sharp flick of his tongue to your clit. “F-fuck,” you yelp out, your body jolting at the sudden piercing pleasure of his tongue’s movement, your fingers scrambling to the curls on his head. He looks up to you with a smirk, reveling in your reaction.

And with that, his hands are gripping your thighs, his face jumping right back in, completely flush against your center, his nose squished against your mound. His eyes are rolling back at the feel of you, the way your slick just pours for him as he continues licking and sucking everywhere he can reach. “F-feel so good,” you moan, your strength finally breaking as your upper body crashes down onto the bed, your back arching in pleasure. 

His dominant hand releases your thigh, and you can feel his finger teasing your entrance as his mouth treks back up to your needy bundle of nerves. “Frankie,” you gasp, “please.” 

He moans a raspy mhm into you, his finger not wasting another second before he dips inside, utterly turned on at the warmth wrapped around his finger. He can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his aching length. 

Frankie lifts off your clit with a pop, his finger still pumping in and out, in and out. Your hips are meeting each movement, desperate moans and incoherent pleas leaving your mouth as he watches your pleasure in a pure bliss.

His eyes fall back down to your cunt and the way it’s greedily swallowing his middle finger. “God damn, baby,” he mutters. “I think you can take another, sweet girl,” he breathes, leaning down again to place an open-mouthed kiss on your sensitive center. “What do ya think?” he asks breathily. 

He’s watching every inch of you—the way your thighs are twitching, the way your fingers are stark white in its grip, the way your mouth is falling open into a weak o-shape as you try and force words to leave your mouth. “P-please,” you attempt, “a-another-”

Immediately, he’s straightening out his ring finger to join his middle, his smug smirk falling into a desperate one, needing to pull every ounce of pleasure he can from you really his only goal for tonight. “I’ve got you, cariño,” he tells you, his mouth returning back to lavish you as his fingers curl and hit the spongy trigger button from deep inside. 

You practically yell out for him—neighbors be damned—as your orgasm overtakes every inch of your being, catapulting you into another pleasure-filled dimension. “I’ve got you,” he comforts with his lips still attached to your skin, “let go for me, mi amor.”

His fingers are still pumping inside of you, fucking you through the intense wave of your orgasm. His head rests on your thigh, pressing soft kisses  and sweet praises as you slowly gain consciousness.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Too good to me.”

“Estoy tan enamorado de ti.” 

Frankie takes your hazy disposition for granted, using this small window to whisper everything he’s been wanting to say to you forever. 

You begin to whimper at his movements, and he takes that as his queue to relieve you. His fingers finally leave, his mouth taking the responsibility of lapping up your slick—thoroughly, you note, as you watch him rise to his full height.

“You okay, cariño?” He asks as he swiftly takes his shirt off. Your eyes grow impossibly darker at his bare torso, your spit falling thicker, and you’re quick to scramble yourself up higher onto your bed. 

“More than okay,” you mirror his words from earlier. He lets out a little laugh, the butterflies in his tummy ever-present as his eyes scan you up and down. He pulls down his sweats, too, before he’s kneeling on the bed, crawling up towards where you’re situated. You can’t help the way your smirk falls when your eyes do—pure hunger consumes your features, and Frankie’s cock jumps at the sight. 

He gulps at the way you’re eating him alive, too eager to be inside you yet too nervous in the case of accidentally messing anything up. The last thing he wants to do is cross the line with you. 

As if reading his mind, you take the initiative to pull your top off, your boobs an immediate distraction from his anxieties. “Don’t get shy on me now, Morales,” you say as you let your hands caress your body and make its way down to your still-soaked pussy. “She’s feeling so empty,” you pout, your hips bucking up as your fingers rub your clit. 

You swear Frankie’s eyes flash red, and he’s caging you against your bed within seconds. One arm hooked around your waist, the other holding himself up near your head. You bracket his hips with your own as his lips hungrily crash into yours. 

You can feel the way his cock rubs against your center, his hips grinding into yours, letting his tip catch onto your clit as your tongues fight for dominance. Your hand snakes down without him realizing, a hearty gasp leaving his throat as your fingers pump him a few times before you guide him towards your entrance, easily pulling him in with your post-orgasm slick. 

He’s slow with the way he’s thrusting into you; pulling out until only the tip is inside only to push all the way in at an agonizing pace as he lets you get used to his size.“S-shit,” he whimpers, followed by your name. “So d-damn g-good,” he takes a shaky breath. “‘S like you were m-made f’me,” he forces out, pained. 

Even though it was an easy glide in, Frankie is fucking huge, his girth still providing a slight sting of a stretch, but you love it. You’re gonna feel him inside you for days at a time, and the thought makes your pussy flutter around him. His hold on your waist tightens in an attempt to steady any squirming that might come from you. “Gonna fucking cum already if you keep on like that, honey,” he groans. His eyes are shut in pained pleasure. 

Fighting against his hold, you start meeting his thrusts, the angle of your hips providing the perfect friction against your clit, you just might cum again in seconds if you both keep this up. 

“I don’t care,” you tell him, your ankles locking around his waist. “Fuck me, Frankie,” you say, grabbing onto his face to making him look at you. “Make up for loss time, and fuck me,” you snarl. 

His lips are sloppily on you, hips speeding up, pounding into you deliciously hard. Both of you are too lost in the pleasure to even properly kiss right now—a mess of spit, tongue, and teeth clashing as you swallow each other’s moans. 

Frankie breaks his lips from yours and he trails his touch lower, biting onto your chin and nipping lower and lower all over your neck. The sensation causes a fresh wave of flutters at your core, evident in the even louder wet squelch each thrust produces from between you. 

You’re feeling so good, too good, that your chest arches into him, and Frankie takes the opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipples. Licking and sucking on each, slathering them in his spit before ultimately latching onto your left breast and practically making out with it as he continues fucking you into your matress. 

“Oh my God, Frankie,” you whine, eyes clamping shut at just how good he’s making you feel. “Just like that, baby, please don’t stop,” you say, your fingers finding purchase in his curls for a second time tonight, keeping him on your chest. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”

He lifts off your left breast, and moves on to the right, trailing wet kisses on his path over. “Let me feel you, princesa,” he mutters as he gives your other breast the same treatment. His hand leaves your waist to make its way to your clit, giving you the extra push you needed to fall off the edge once more. Your pussy clenches at the feeling—a stream of yes and please and fuck leaves your mouth—causing his stomach to tighten, dragging him to the edge along with you. “Cum with me,” you say. “Cum in me,” you quickly revise, “need to feel you,” you whimper. 

His fingers speed up on you as his hips falter in its rhythm, and then it’s pure white, hot bliss consuming both of you in a way neither of you have ever felt. “Oh, fuck,” he lets out as he lifts off of your breast, pretty red flowers blooming under his mouth’s touch. Fireworks erupt behind your eyelids, vibrating you from the inside out, as a fire roars through every nerve of his body, leaving him a heaving, trembling, jello piece of mass above you as he struggles not to crush you. 

You can feel the way his muscles are shaking, the bed vibrating with him. A giggle filled with ecstasy escapes you, relishing in the contrast of the airiness of your body compared to the solid mass he turns into post-orgasm. 

You grab onto his shoulders, and softly nudge him to slide to lay beside you before you slip off on jello legs to the bathroom and kitchen. With as much strength he can muster, he turns to you with a frown. “Where you going?” 

“Just gonna get a cloth and water for us both, baby,” you chuckle. You head to the kitchen first and bring the waters to your night stand, taking a large gulp from your glass and forcing him to do the same. You bring yourself back to the bathroom and wipe yourself with a warm cloth, throw it in the hamper, and get a new one to clean Frankie. 

You make your way to his bedside, and you bring the cloth to his face first. He’s quick to stop you. “Frank,” you scold. “What are you doing?”

“I…” his face goes red. “I can still smell you on me.”

You swear your knees buckle, heat overtaking your entire body. “Let me clean it,” you whisper, not really knowing how to reply to that. He just gives you puppy dog eyes. You quirk your eyebrow at him. “You can taste me again later,” you offer with a smirk. 

He thinks it over for a second, a sigh escaping his lips like he just made the hardest decision ever. “Fiiiine,” he drags out, exaggerated. 

After you wipe the rest of him down and bring his cloth to your hamper, he’s quick to reach for you with grabby hands, always needing to be in your embrace—especially more so now.

You cuddle facing each other, your head tucked into his neck as your legs tangle with one another. He’s drawing shapes and lines all around your back. 

“Hey, Frankie?” you call out. 

“Yeah, cariño?” 

“You said something earlier,” you say. “Estoy enamorado something. What does that mean?”

Frankie’s ears go hot. Surely after everything you two just did together, that’s a declaration of love in itself. What more if it’s actually verbalized? “Oh. Um- yeah,” he replies a little rigidly. “Estoy tan enamorado de ti,” he repeats the phrase. 

You’re looking up at him now, eyes bright and curious. “Yeah, that!”

“It- um- it means…” he trails off. He meets your gaze, and his heart stops. He’s so in love with you. 

“Well,” he clears his throat. “It means I’m so in love with you.”

Your gaze shifts from one of curiosity to one of pure, unfiltered love. Your eyes are tearing up at his admission. He brings his finger up to catch a tear escaping your eye. 

You sniffle and take a shaky breath in. “Well, in that case. I’m so in love with you,” you state matter-of-factly, pushing your body up to catch his lips in a soft but lengthy kiss, one that hopefully translates to him just how much you love him, need him, and want him—ever since you took his order. 

He releases your lips to place a soft kiss to your nose then to your forehead before pulling you in closer to relax in each other’s hold. A few more moments pass before he calls your name. 

“Hm?” 

“Can you remind me tomorrow to reach out to my therapist?” 

“Of course, baby,” you say with a kiss to his chest. “Everything okay?” 

“Oh, yeah, baby, everything’s good,” he confirms. “Just need to send them a gift basket or something.”

You look up at him with a confused look on your face. “You and your therapist give each other gifts during Christmas?”

“No,” he tells you. “Well, I thought we didn’t. But in telling me to fix my routine, they led me to you, so.”

“Baby,” you frown, feeling yourself tear up again. 

“I know I pay ‘em to do this,” he says, “but a gift like this? A miracle like this? I feel like I’ve gotta give something a little more.”

Unable to hold in your emotions, you crash your lips against his for the millionth time tonight. Pulling away a little breathless, you say, “Sign my name on there, too.” 

End note: Again, I truly hope you, @alwaysbethewest (and everyone else) were able to enjoy the way this sweet sweet story unfolded. I didn't realize just how much their dynamic would mean to me, but here we are, an entire piece of my heart later💚. Thank you for prompting me exactly what you did. I'm endlessly grateful. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year! Lastly, I just want to give a little special shoutout to my rock @javierpena-inatacvest for proofreading this story for me and making sure it did our Frankie boy justice. I love you.💚

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Forbidden but delightful - Mason Mount

Request: I actually had a imagine request for Mason Mount…where the reader works for him and they’ve always been fond of one another and one day she comes in wearing a guys jumper, it doesn’t fit her properly and it smells like a man. So Mason feels himself becoming jealous, when in reality it’s just her brothers jumper that she ended up wearing because she fell asleep at his babysitting his kids + @anon that asked me sth based on Mase's Nike shooting that got out out in august/september

Warning: none

Tag list: @prideofpd , @johnstonesfc , @chelsealover , @masonxomount , @masterclassbaby

(gif credits to @bracedes)

A thing Mason promised himself he would have never done in his life was falling in love with someone that worked for him or that simply happened to cross his path for business reasons: he knew it would have been unprofessional but, most of all, he feared he would have ended up as the wronged party.

Another thing he knew deep down his heart was that promises are sometimes meant to be broken and the aforementioned one was one of those.

Since Y/N took on the role of his personal stylist she became the ever so present object of his thoughts as she charmed him since day one, when that shy smile of hers made him blush and ask for more, more moments of him in her company. 

He knew she had something special but didn't know what that was, he only knew it was something that made him feel relaxed, at peace with the world around him. It was as if she held an aura of calmness that was never enough for him as his engaged lifestyle required a lot of it.

Needless to say they got along instantly and, as he was one of the most appreciated footballers on the planet, she soon became one of the most envied women for spending so much time with him. That time they would spend together wasn’t related to fashion matters only but quickly spread to their spare time too: after their work for a magazine, Mason invited her over to his house to celebrate their first job together.

In the meanwhile, on her part, a small sentence he said to her like “I’d like you to always feel at ease when you’re around me, we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want to but I’d like you to be totally yourself” was what made her like him as soon as his brother Lewis introduced him to her. What he expressed was quite an easy concept not to be taken for granted as a lot of famous people would likely treat their employees as servants, making their business life miserable but that wasn't his case.

Everyone loved Mason for being a down to earth guy, a family guy that always had the most beautiful smile painted across his lips and that smile was the second thing that made her weak to her knees: it could light up a dark room faster than artificial light and warm her heart at the same speed.

The second time it was her turn so she asked him to join her in going to a club in the centre of Manchester. It was just the prelude of their game of looks, subtle and unintended touches, sweet words. All of that happened without them even realising it as it felt so spontaneous, so right.

The crucial moment in their professional as well as personal career was when the Red Devils player was asked to feature in the next Nike Underwear campaign as one of their latest posterboys.

“That’s huge, I can't believe it” She kept on saying in disbelief as he was in a delighted mood too. That was probably the biggest job she got until then and they were both buzzing.

“I’m sure all the girlies will love me even more after this shooting” You joked, alluding to the shirtless pictures of Mason that would soon reach every corner of planet Earth through the worldwide coverage they would have had.

He blushed a little and chuckled. “Yep and they’ll probably hate you a little too cause you’re stealing their place”

“Me?? I’m just doing what I’ve been hired for and just got you the biggest shooting to date”

“Yeah but don’t flatter yourself sweetheart”

Sweetheart? Y/N would have never thought of hearing that nickname coming from his mouth and above all, addressed to her. The shade of bright pink that painted her cheeks after that exchange of words, matched her geranium skirt and that combination didn’t go unnoticed to her client who smirked, quite pleased with what his sentence ignited in her.

They both gave each other knowing looks, a look that made Mason’s heart beat faster and Y/N’s legs shake.

The stylist cleared her throat with a fit of coughing before looking at the time on her phone screen, deciding it was time for her to go home before things would have gone out of your hands.

“Are you already going home?”

“Yes, I have erm - a friend over for dinner, yeah” She nodded as if she was trying to convince herself to buy her own lie. 

“Do I know her? Oh wait, is it your best friend?” The Englishman didn’t really care about her guest, he only wanted to spend a couple more minutes with her and make sure she wasn’t seeing any guy he would have to compete with.

“No no, you don’t know her…” She said dismissively, putting her bag on her shoulder.

“Is this mysterious friend a guy you haven’t told me about?” He said, crossing his hands and trying to sound as chilled as possible.

“Please! Not interested in any guy right now” Yeah, in any guy that wasn’t called Mason Mount. “Really have to go now, my house is a mess and she will be there in less than an hour… see you tomorrow, Mount, don’t be late cause we’ll check your Nike’s outfits out!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t…have fun tonight”

“Yep…thanks”

They almost whispered their goodbyes with a hint of sadness and delusion in their voices, as though neither of them wanted to leave each other nor wanted the other one to be left alone but the positions they were in forbid any kind of romantic relationship: it would have been too complicated and too risky.

The very risky thing though was the task she had to undertake the next day: some Nike people met Mason and Y/N at the sportswear brand’s headquarter in London and shared a quick chat to get to know each other better, before skipping to the part where they would explain the shooting they had in mind for Mason to be featured in.

She gulped the moment they showed them the underwear models they could have chosen among.

Y/N’s mind soon got crowded with not safe for work images, as the sight of the Manchester United player’s toned body covered only in a pair of tight boxers, smiling at her began getting more and more vivid.

She shook her head when the Mason in her mind bit on his lower lip and seductively brought his hands to his sides to take off the tiny piece of clothing covering his lower body.

“Are you okay?”

“Me? Oh yes, yes I’m so excited for this you have no idea” She laughed.

The people working with them smiled and left the room to do God’s knew what, leaving her and Mason alone.

He chuckled, lowering himself to her level so that his lips were close to her ear and whispered “Bet you’re more aroused than excited for this job”

You widen your eyes and hit him on the shoulder.

“I’m fully focused on my work, wasn’t thinking about anything vile”

“Even if you’re thinking about it that would be nothing wrong with it…I won’t tell anyone about your secret crush for me”

“Stop it! How old are you? 15??”

Mason giggled and swiftly pecked her cheek. “I love it when you get annoyed at me”

If someone would have seen that scene they would have thought they were a couple, a cute couple but sadly it wasn’t the truth and maybe would have never been…

Y/N arrived at work the day of the Nike shooting some minutes late and she entered the venue out of breath.

“Hi! Sorry everyone, stuck in traffic and it was horrible” She justified herself panting. What she just said was a white lie because she had nothing to do with London’s traffic: the night before her elder brother asked her to babysit his children because he had planned a night out with his wife and forgot to call someone to look after those two rascals that spent all the night shouting and running around the house.

She tried to say no when he asked her that favour, as she had a big day coming on but he said he really needed her help.

So she fell asleep on the sofa, after battling to put her nephews to bed, waking up just in time to go back home in a rush, begging her brother to give her a lift, and put on some knee-high boots that would have complimented that oversized grey jumper she borrowed from him to fight the coldness of the night.

Mason raised his eyebrows when he saw her, recognising immediately what she was wearing was a man’s jumper.

She styled it as if it was a dress and she looked so hot in his eyes but couldn’t stop thinking she must have spent the night with some man, that’s the reason why she was late.

The shooting went as planned: Mason looked genuinely flawless and sexy in that underwear, smiling at the camera and she kept on biting her lips as she couldn’t help thirsting over him as he looked nothing but hot ... that infatuation for him would have been the death of her.

She thanked that one person that asked for a little break because she needed a giant cup of coffee and some fresh air.

“You look good” Those were the first words she said to Mason that day.

“You too”

“No way, I look hideous as I’ve barely slept and arrived late on what’s the most important day in my career” She blurted annoyed at that, something unforgivable from her point of view.

The footballer started biting on his nails as he was clearly nervous and maybe needed some fresh air as well as she did.

“This…” The strong smell that tickled his nostrils interrupted him “...this smell, where does it come from?”

“Oh I think it’s my jumper” Y/N admitted shyly, referring to the garment that looked huge on her.

What Mason noticed made her blush, as if he caught her red-handed while doing something inappropriate and he glanced at her sideways, as if that inappropriate thing she did disappointed him somehow.

“It still smells like him...” She said under her breath but he still heard her and couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock: in his head they’re perfect together, smiling and laughing every day, even subtly flirting so he thought she was single and he could go on courting her but now she’s wearing another man’s clothes? The poor man was confused to say the least.

“You told me you weren’t interested in any man…”

“And I’m not”

He raised his head and smiled quite relieved with the real explanation behind all of that.

“So why are you wearing another man’s jumper?”

“Oh god Mase, are you jealous?? This is my brother’s. He asked me to babysit his kids last night and took this because I was cold and in a rush so it was literally the first decent thing I’ve found”

“Oh well…I was ready to mock you for your walk of shame actually”

“No dear, you’re dying for me to tell you I haven't slept with anyone last night and now you’re joking only because you didn’t get angry” You giggled, offering him a cup of hot coffee.

“Can I take you out tonight?”

“Mason I- I don’t think that’d be a good idea, I mean we’re working together”

“I know that but I’ll do my best to keep things separated, I promise” He gave you puppy eyes, making you giggle.

“If you wanna try…”

“You don’t wanna try?”

Of course she wanted to, she'd been dying too…and she'd been dying to know what his lips tasted of too: she quickly glanced around to make sure all the people involved in the shooting were still out and unexpectedly kissed him, the coffee flavour on his lips mixing with her nude lipstick.

“Now go on posing, nothing happened!”

Nothing could swipe Mason’s smirk off his face as he brushed his thumb over his lips that now tasted like her.

“Yeah...nothing happened”

Mixing work and private life wasn’t something they were willing to do but sometimes breaking the rules has that forbidden charm that brings to one’s soul the highest of delights and that’s a risk worth taking.

[shawnxstyles]

prank? more like spank

DATE: JANUARY 28, 2023

summary: after a day out with your friends, they convince you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

request: yess

words: 3.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [pussy spanking, clit play/edging, masochism, slight nipple play], dirty talk, aftercare) language, and fluff.

note: THIS TITLE IS SO FUNNY PLEASE. the gif is so random too 😭 sorry i’ve been so inactive, i’m so busy!! tom masterlist

soft dom!tom

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“What if I just got a tattoo?” You ask spontaneously as you approach the tattoo and piercing shop. You and your friends were wandering around town, having a much-needed girl day. The two girls stare at you for a moment before giggling hysterically.

“You hate pain and plus, Tom would freak!” Alina laughs harder at your ridiculousness. She had a few simple tattoos herself; small ones on her hands and elegant drawings on her arms. Her black hair was long and sleek, always looking on-point. Even though her tattoos fit her beautifully, it didn’t convince you to get one. You could never get a tattoo, even if you were paid.

“What about a piercing?” You suggest. You have had your lobes pierced since you were young, but you’ve never desired anything else. Nose and lip rings were trendy when you were in high school, but you never understood why anyone would ever put metal inside of their face, let alone the more sensitive parts of their body.

“Again, your pain tolerance is very low,” Alina says, swinging her small bag of leftover food from lunch. “Did you know people pierce their vaginas?”

“Of course. I’ve considered it,” Reyna nonchalantly inserts. You and Alina gawk at her, dumbstruck because she’s never mentioned anything like that before. One thing about Reyna was that she always surprised you; there was always something you didn’t know. One day, she said she was getting a tattoo, so she did. Another, she said she was going to Venice, so she did. In a way, she was very good at keeping her word, which made her a great friend.

Her body was littered in tattoos from top to bottom. Her drawings were thick, dark, and colorful along her naturally tan skin. Her ears were engulfed in pieces of jewelry, while her nose held a septum and two opposing studs. How did she breathe? Her red-dyed hair was frizzy and wavy and shaped her face just right. Her eyes were a hazel, but could easily pass for a shade of green.

“What does it even pierce? Where does the jewelry go?” You ask, trying to imagine how painful it would be on a scale.

“Your clitorus,” Reyna answers, sipping from her straw casually.

“That’s like the most sensitive part!” Your face screams in horror. Why would anyone ever do that to themselves? You feel your legs clench in protection like you can feel the blinding pain just picturing it.

Unfathomable out of ten you decide on when thinking back to the scale.

“I don’t think you could pay me to get that done. Even if I could have it removed,” Alina shakes her head in disapproval.

“When I told Riker I was thinking about it, he was freaking the fuck out. He was trying to be supportive, but I can tell he was scared,” Reyna chuckles. Her boyfriend was the complete opposite of her. She is sociable and outgoing, and is always at someone’s place to party. Riker, her boyfriend of eight months, was a homebody who played video games in his free time. Their largest sharing characteristic is that they are extremely hardworking, which led them to meet while working at the same job.

Ah. Romance.

“I can’t even imagine how Tom would react,” You say, eyes wandering the ground.

“You should see,” Alina suggests.

“What do you mean?”

“Tell him you got a piercing. See what he says,” Reyna adds for clarification.

“Oo, you should record it!” Alina claps giddily and you laugh at their ideas. You shake your head at the recording part, but heavily consider the main idea. Why not have a little fun? You turn over your shoulder and peer at the tattoo and piercing shop that fades in the distance as you continue to walk. Your sundress flows in the spring breeze as you bite your lip.

“Okay,” You shake your head, somehow convinced to play a stupid joke on your innocent, loving boyfriend.

“Ah, how I love a good prank,” Reyna smiles to the sky as you all approach the car.

—

When the girls drop you home first, you wave goodbye to them and then head straight for the door. The sun was beginning to set in the evening, and you wondered what Tom had been doing all day.

“I’m back!” You shout, removing your shoes and hanging up your purse. His response echoes from the kitchen and you walk toward him with nerves.

You weren’t the most convincing liar, so trying to pull off a prank was going to be difficult. Your fingers fiddle anxiously as he turns around from the stove to face you. A soft smile curls on his lips and your insides melt. However, your heart races in extreme nervousness because he looks so innocent and unknowing.

Oh, he’s so going to fall for it.

“Hey, baby. How was your girl’s day?” Tom’s hands slide under your arms and hug you securely. His lips press a firm and tender kiss on your forehead and you sigh softly.

“It was… exciting,” Your eyes sparkle as you stare at him. He looks at you, patiently waiting for you to continue. But you don’t, you wait for him to ask.

“What was so exciting, love?” He delicately brushes the wispy hair from your face, admiring every one of your facial features. Tom was so in love with you, he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that you were really his.

“I got a piercing!” You smile widely as you squeeze Tom’s biceps in exaggerated excitement. Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say that. He always just assumed you went out for lunch or went shopping. He would have never assumed you got a piercing, especially knowing how much you hate unnecessary pain.

“You did? Where?” Tom smiles as he curls your hair behind your ears, scouting for the nonexistent jewelry. His eyebrows scrunch when he searches your face as well, but doesn’t find anything.

“It’s on my clit,” You whisper sweetly, biting your lip. Your heart pounds in your chest and you’re hoping he can’t feel it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh at his reaction.

Tom’s eyes widened so much, you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. He blushes profusely and pulls away from you, cheeks a rosy pink as his jaw practically slides along the kitchen tile. He dryly coughs, trying to hide how flabbergasted he is.

You smile wider and harder, trying not to break your act. Seeing Tom so shocked makes you want to burst out laughing at how easily he fell for it. He knows you absolutely hate pain, yet he still believed it.

“I-I thought you hated pain…” He starts breathily, “What…how…?”

“Reyna convinced me. She said it feels great when having sex,” The lies spill from your mouth before you could even process what it meant. Did that even make sense?

Tom blinks rapidly, mind racing at the change. He didn’t even know that one could get their clit pierced. He never would have thought you would want to get yours done. He remembers early on in your relationship when you told him you cried the entire time when you got your ears pierced. And when you got your shots at the doctors. He even remembers you telling him you cried when you first had sex… but that was understandable. But being reminded of that just makes him even more confused on why you would get something so painful.

You must have cried a lot, he thinks. His heart aches a tad because he wasn’t there for you.

“Well… can I see it?” Tom tries to cool down his burning red face, but it only seems to intensify as he imagines seeing it; your clit irritated and puffy as a bar of metal sears through it.

Now, it was your time to widen your eyes. You tried to hide it by wandering your eyes all over the place, but if anything, that just made it more obvious you were hiding it. Tom contorts his face in mild confusion at your hesitation as you laugh nervously.

“Y/N, can I see the piercing?” He repeats, stalking a bit closer to you.

“No!” You deny too quickly, backing away from him like he was psychotic.

“No? Baby, I’m going to see it eventually. Might as well see it now,” He smiles, reassuringly as you struggle to come up with more lies. Why did you think he wouldn’t want to see it?

“It’s um… really swollen and puffy. You can’t even see it,” You shake your head as you wave it off, swallowing your nerves dryly. Tom skeptically squints his eyelids, puzzled at your sudden defensiveness.

“I can’t see it? How do you know? I haven’t even tried yet.”

“I looked. It’s like it’s not even there,” Nervous laughs release from your mouth and you would be surprised if he still believed you.

Then he quirked an eyebrow, sensing your deceitfulness. Your nervousness gives him a growing confidence. He licks his lips and clicks his tongue, a sly smirk threatening to curl up on his lips.

“Let me see it, Y/N.”

“No!”

Before you could even take off in a sprint, Tom’s arms are tightened securely around your waist. He drags your flailing body and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, forcing you to stay seated. You wiggle profusely underneath his strong grip, but realize it’s no use compared to his thick muscles. You huff, annoyed that he captured you.

“I guess I’ll have to see for myself since you want to be so stubborn,” He grumbles as he crumples the sundress up to your waist. You hold your breath, hands gripping the counter. He forces your legs to spread, eye level with your panties. Your cunt aches as it begins to dampen the material.

“Is the piercing making you that wet? Or is it something else?” Tom taunts, yanking the flimsy fabric until it’s tossed along the kitchen floor. Waves of heat creep up your neck at how close he is to your cunt. He’s seen you naked a million times for your usual sensual, soft sex. But with a lie in between you, you don’t know what to expect.

Tom’s arms lock your thighs to the marble counter. He stares at your pussy, looking as gorgeous as ever. He takes his rough fingers and carefully spreads your soaking folds, inspecting for a piece of jewelry. You gasp as more arousal leaks out of your pussy, begging for more friction. As he gets closer to your clit, you whine from the teasing.

“Well, your clit is puffy… but I don’t see any piercing,” Tom pretends to pout like he hadn’t known you were lying most of the time. His thumb delicately taps your neglected nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. “Why did you lie, baby?”

“I don’t know,” With clenched teeth, your eyes focus solely on his devoid touches. Your mind is so distracted by the tedious teasing, you barely comprehend his words. Before you could even reconsider your answer, Tom slaps his hand directly on your clit. You yelp as your hips thrust forward at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock that sears through your body. Your clit throbs as you continue to seep on the cold counter, more desperate than ever.

“Another lie. You’re being such a bad girl today. Do I need to punish you?” He questions, palm rubbing deliberately slow on the hood of your clit. Your body trembles as you roll your hips against his hand. With an upset growl, his hand comes down on you again, harsher and more demanding than before. A needy moan escapes you, your hands clawing at his T-shirt. “You just never learn.”

Tom tsks disappointingly and spreads your legs impossibly wider, juices leaking onto the solid surface below you. The texture of his hands roaming your skin created the most sinful scenes in your head. You imagined his thick digits pushing into your cunt, slippery and soft as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You mewled just at the thought, causing him to stare at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about? Hm? Answer me truthfully this time or I won’t even consider you coming tonight,” Tom demands as he flicks your pulsing clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise. Your hands squeeze his muscular shoulders as you try to remain still.

“Your hands. I love your hands,” You admit breathily. Tom slowly removes the loose straps of your dress until they’re slipping off your smooth shoulders and down your arms. He reveals your breasts, nipples pointed and neglected.

With a smirk, his dominant hand continues to deliberately stroke up and down your clit, while his other toys with your nipples. Your breathing heaves as your eyes gawk at his motions, getting more turned on just from the sight. He twists and pulls on your buds until they’re aching painfully good. Tom makes sure his hand tickles your skin when it trails down your torso to add more stimulation to your clit.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, darling,” One hand forces your legs open while the other collects your arousal too lightly. You clench around nothing, pleading for his teasing to end. He resumes his delicate tapping on your nerves, making you whine in agony. “Why did you lie?”

Your heart races and thighs begin to shake from being stretched out.

“I-I wanted to see how you would react,” You reply breathily as he repeatedly taps you. You roll your hips in circles, trying to get more friction against the pad of his thumb. He hums, satisfied yet evilly.

“So this is what you wanted?” Tom slots his middle finger into your seeping hole, causing you to gasp as if it was your first time. With all the teasing, you were sensitive to any little touch, grateful for what he was giving you. “Wanted me to freak out, wanted me to punish you?”

You release a nosy moan, clutching around his digit as it sinks into you deeply. You nod your head to every thrust of his finger, slow and tedious. As your high builds from the edging, his finger is removed from your cunt, empty and aching. You elicit uncontrollable whines as you scoot to the edge of the counter to get closer to his hand. His hand grips your hip tightly to ensure you stay still.

“No, no. This is a punishment, baby. If it gets too much, let me know, but,” Tom husks with a soft expression. When you nod impatiently, waiting for his next moves, his sinful glare returns to your eyes. “you said you liked my hands, so I’m going to give you one.”

Tom’s hand strikes down on your pussy, a wet slapping sound against your arousal. You squeak with a strong grasp on his shoulders as he smirks, pleasured from catching you off guard. He spanks you again, clit throbbing under the palm of his hand. Your stomach tightens as you grind into the air, begging for more. When his hand slaps you again, he makes sure to directly strike your bundle of nerves, making you tremble immensely.

Fireworks shoot through your body like you’ve never felt before. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain; so shocking and blissful you thought you might pass out. You never would’ve thought you’d be enjoying something as agonizing as spanking, especially on one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

You felt hypocritical and pious; for someone who hated even the idea of pain, enjoying spanking was the last possibility crossing your mind.

But each slap of skin sent you higher into the sky as you floated with ecstasy. Even though you were inching closer to heaven, you’ve never felt more sinful and devilish in your life.

Tears slip down your face as you moan in euphoria. Your core clenches and your eyes roll back as you lose your grip to reality. Your legs beg to close, but Tom’s hand and body forces them to remain open.

“Look at you. Enjoying your punishment,” Tom tsks as his thumb rapidly circles your clit. You gasp with a cry, shaking violently from the blinding pleasure. “Are you going to come from me playing with your clit? Hm? From me spanking you?”

His words have your stomach tensing and mind spinning. You felt like you were flying through a starry haze; a dreamland where everything felt too good to be true. Your high builds and builds until you’re falling down so fast, you’re floating gracefully. Waves of euphoria crash through your body as your muscles spasm, chants of his name repeatedly leaving your lips.

A knowing and encouraging smirk is in your view as he rubs you out, draining you of your orgasm. The white moisture coats his hand before he brings it up to his lips and licks his fingers clean.

Your pussy lips pulsate as your clit continues to throb in irritation from the spanking. Your breathing relaxes as you blink away the glossiness from your eyes. Tom licks his lips, smiling goofily at you as he wipes away your tears.

“You did so well for someone who doesn’t like pain,” Tom compliments as he smooths your wild hair away from your tear-stained cheeks. You roll your eyes with a raspy chuckle and shake your head. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? And how was it?”

“I didn’t think… I never would have thought…” Your mind continues to blur as you forget the words on your tongue. Pulling up the straps of your sundress, you try to recall what you were going to say. “I liked it, surprisingly. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Tom chuckles at your enthusiasm and leans in to you. His lips lock with yours in a breathtaking kiss, rocking back and forth. Similar fireworks spark in your body again as you wrap your hands around his neck to sink deeper into him. His tongue slots into your mouth with ease, making you melt in heart-bubbling bliss.

To catch a breath, you release from each other, you now both wearing silly, fond smiles.

“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get a piercing… right?” With skepticism and hopefulness, Tom looks at you. You bite your lip, pretending to really consider it.

“I mean, now that I have an amazing tolerance to pain, I might as well. I have nothing to lose!” You push Tom away and hop off the counter with an overwhelmingly ecstatic smile. With shaky legs, you sprint out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

A burning sensation is felt on the skin of your vagina as your legs rub against the irritation surface. You hiss and wince as you make your way up the stairs. You regret running away from Tom because he said he was going to take care of you. Your skin screams in agony as you make it to the bed. You didn’t think it would be this painful, especially after he just spanked you. And you liked it.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shouts as he jogs up the staircase. “Swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself before entering the bedroom.

He finds you lying on the bed, wincing with a pinched face. His expression softens as he comes to your aid.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” Tom rubs your shoulder, searching over your body for injuries. Your hands push down on the material of the dress right over your burning mound. He nods in sudden understanding before heading toward the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of some type of cream or ointment. “Lay back, baby.”

You do as he says and crawl back until your head is relaxing comfortably on the pillows. He slowly widens your tense legs and flicks the flare of your dress up to your hips. He takes a peek at your irritated skin, a deep frown on his lips. With the cream on his fingers, he very gently rubs it onto you. It’s cold, almost too cold compared to the heated burn on your skin. But the contrast cools you and relieves all your pain, causing you to sink into the mattress calmly.

“Better?” Tom asks, softly applying the medicine to the bare areas.

“Yes,” You sigh with your head thrown back, breathing steadily. Tom bites his lip, looking at your distraught figure.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I went too hard. I’ll never do it again—”

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Tom. Really, I liked it. I’m not lying this time,” He smiles softly at you and you return the favor reassuringly. He hovers above you and gives you a graceful kiss on the lips. He falls beside you and stretches to grab some tissues for his hands to clean off the cream. Then you two lay in the comfortable silence of each other.

“If I really did get a piercing though, how would you react?” You question, turning your head towards his.

“Probably the same.”

“Noted,” You smirk, causing him to turn his face in slight horror at your back and forth attitude. “Kidding! I can’t even handle moderate pain.”

“You’re crazy.”

You infamously roll your eyes before he kisses you again, making you forget everything. You laugh against his lips, causing the whole kiss to be a sloppy mess. In hysterics, you both laugh full heartedly as you pull away.

“Come on. Let’s go finish dinner,” Shaking his head, Tom gets up from the bed and begins to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.

“What if I got, like, a tongue piercing?” You shout from the bedroom. You hear him groan in annoyance as you follow him to the kitchen.

Oh, you loved pranking your boyfriend.

—

tags: @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes

[strandnreyes]

thanks @paperstorm @sznofthesticks !

chapter one is going up on friday!!

“I’ve slept with a few other people since then and dated a few of them, but… I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

TK kind of figured based on Carlos saying he’s never had sex consistently with the same person before, but he doesn’t want to make Carlos’ confession any less significant. He stretches his neck to lay his lips on Carlos’ bicep, kissing gently.

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on,” he murmurs, and before TK can freak out because he just implied that he does know what it’s like to be Carlos’ boyfriend, Carlos kisses the top of his head and TK settles again.

They spend a few minutes listening to the waves in the distance and Carlos’ warm fingers have snuck up TK’s shirt to rest gently on the skin below his navel. He’s about to suggest they go back inside when Carlos whispers, “You’re probably the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever done.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Carlos says in wonder. “I think it’s a good thing. I think you’re exactly what I need.”

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[tamelee]

I love your artwork, it's so cool! I'm an amateur in art, do you have any tips? Thank you!

Thank you so much! 💕 And sure! (Have you seen my other posts as well?) It’s a bit easier when it’s more specific >< But I’ll try my best; 

- Keep notes about the things you want to learn as you draw! Someone gave me a tip to have an art-goal so you know what to work on and then improve these particular things as you go, but for some reason I found it really hard to set these goals? (Am I the only one?) I kept thinking I just wanted to ‘improve’ everything, but that’s not very tangible and I can’t effectively measure whether I’ve succeeded… (it’s also not always easy to see your own improvements… at least I rarely can ><) 

But when you draw and you come across these little things that make you go “hm, I wish this was easier” or “I really love this sketch I made, but I’m not sure how to go about coloring it”, anything like that— then your desires regarding your art or your process become a lot more specific, right? Write these down! What specifically would you like to improve on?

I’ve noticed for myself and many others talked about it as well that once a piece is done, it’s like you forget a lot about the process and your mind is set on a new project. (Also, yay! You were in the zone~) You can either use your current project as practice (all of them are in a sense, really) or start a new one later, research what you need (on YouTube, books, or perhaps a course from an artist you really like if you can afford it) and work on your goal! 

- Also keep notes for any ideas you may have. We always think we’ll remember something and then we don’t. These sudden, often spontaneous glimpses you receive seemingly out of nowhere can be some of your best and it’s a shame if they fade back into the void. This also applies to anything that inspires you.. it can really be anything. I think I’ve said this before, but if you do this, try and organize a bit. Otherwise you’ll end up with a bunch of notes that’s more overwhelming than anything else. 

You can use folders to keep images, notes, a dedicated Notion page perhaps or if you can afford it, keep an extra external SSD for this. 

- Well, this also applies to research or video’s you’d like to watch. If you end up with too many tutorials or books, or they aren’t goal-oriented specific to your art desire, it may get really hard to get you started on something. If you’re like me and it’s hard to focus, I’d highly recommend taking some time to sit back, think about the thing you really want, organize and structure a way towards it and go. That way you don’t have to make all these decisions along the way— you know what to do already, it’s written right there!

- And that also applies to tools and brushes xD I know it’s really fun to download all of it because many are free and what if there’s ever a time you may need this specific texture on a brush? What if you can’t get this style that inspired you with the brushes you already have? But truth is, you don’t need them all and if you do, you’ll notice there are many you won’t even touch. And well… as you can see in my art as well, apart from the pencil ones, it doesn’t necessarily encourage consistency if that’s what you strive for. If you want to practice, most often the basic round brush will do, the less opacity or blend, the more you can practice shapes and clarity. In that case I’d stay away from the airbrush whenever possible. 

- Depending on the program you use (CSP has their own), you can use these to help you with facial angles, or this if you rather prefer a basic skull. You can use the site if you can’t get the angles quite right for many things. 

- For coloring I highly recommend James Gurney’s articles or book ‘color and light a guide for the realistic painter’, even if you’re not a realistic painter, it still contains most (all?) of what you need to know about color.

- A great way to experiment is to just… open a blank document and do whatever. I know it often feels like you have to draw something (preferably something good), but you can actually learn a lot by just scrabbling away. Here’s also often where you find the things you feel like you need to improve. Certain angles are especially hard for me, but I hadn't known that if I didn't try >< Oh, I also found this site by accident and I haven't read it all, but it covers many subjects! Hope these are helpful! 🌷

[luminouslywriting]

After visiting Croz and Jean and their newborn baby boy, Rosie catches a serious case of baby fever. Naturally, he tries to entice Ruth into having one, but alas, nothing works on her. Her reason is simple: she wants to enjoy their time alone a bit longer before they have a baby. Rosie, however, is resolute and plays his final card.

One Friday evening, Ruth comes home late and finds Rosie all dressed up, with candles illuminating the room.

Ruth: Good evening, my love! Robby, what’s the occasion? Why are you all dressed up, and why are the candles lit?

Rosie: Can’t a husband prepare a romantic evening for his wife after a long day of work?

Ruth: That is very thoughtful, but I do sense an ulterior motive behind it.

Rosie: Well, you see, to tell you the truth, and given that everything else I’ve tried has failed, I’m willing to play my last card to at least make you consider that having a baby now is not a bad idea.

Ruth: No, not this again. I told you it’s not that I don’t want to have a baby; I just don’t want it now. Can we please stop discussing it? We’ve been having this conversation for two weeks now.

Rosie doesn’t really heed her words and proceeds to put on a record. The room soon fills with the vibrant sounds of flamenco music.

Rosie: If me dancing one of the most passionate dances in the world doesn’t change your mind, I’ll stop!

And with that, he begins dancing to the flamenco.

Ruth, in her mind: Good God! This is the most atrocious dance he has ever done! Why am I even watching this? How can I possibly want kids after witnessing this? Wait, what is this feeling? Why are my lips starting to smile? No, Ruth, stop it! Why am I getting excited down there? Why do I feel shivers down my spine? No, no, stop it! You can’t enjoy the way he dances! He looks like a handicapped octopus for crying out loud!

The music stops, and Rosie looks at Ruth with seductive eyes while standing in a ridiculous pose.

Rosie: Well, have I changed your mind?

Ruth: Oy vey! Robby , I am going to the bathroom to take a shower, and when I come back, can we please have a nice, quiet dinner?

Rosie doesn’t even have time to respond as Ruth dashes past him, heading straight to the bathroom.

When the bathroom door closes, Ruth leans against it, covered in sweat.

Ruth, whispering: That was so close! I almost ripped his shirt and had my way with him ! What kind of woman has he turned me into?

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, her heart still racing from Rosie’s unexpected and clumsy seduction attempt.

Sweet Nonny, the thing is?? That you're absolutely right??

Might I add a few thoughts here? Light spoilers below.

The thing is, this is just month one of him attempting to convince Ruth that they should have a baby. Month one is seduction attempt after seduction attempt and she's not even letting Rosie know when she's ovulating because that man would find a way to make her spontaneously pregnant by a glance if he could.

So the seduction? It's not working in his favor.

Month 2? It's a whole lot of conversations and back and forth about pros and cons of having children. It's a lot of lawyerly debating and arguments back and forth.

Month 3 is when Robby Rosenthal gets a bit desperate. And he's out here trying to buy her affections in order to make a baby. She likes chocolate? He buys an abnormal amount of it to try and convince her. She's run out of her expensive perfume? He's bought her more of it. It's become a barter system and nothing is reaching her.

Month 4 is when the depression starts to set in because Ruth is adamant and she is not wanting kids at the moment. So who does Rosie go to complain to?

None other than Abe Sharpe.

And the thing about Abe? Is that this man knows how to get what he wants. He's the mastermind behind their relationship and he's an expert at manipulating Ruth and the situation so that it works out in his favor.

So what does Abe suggest? Get her to want a baby out of spite. Spite has always been a great motivator for her before.

Rosie wonders why he didn't think of it before.

That man comes home with a total reverse-psychology trick on Ruth and is like, "maybe you wouldn't be a great mom. I'm finally agreeing with you."

And just because Ruth is Ruth and she has to disagree with Rosie on pretty much everything, she's practically like this:

Cut to Ruth becoming pregnant very quickly. And yes, this may or may not be how she ends up a mother of 7 children in the future, but I digress.

[meruz]

maybe a weird question, but does the show that your backgrounds appear in ever make you feel differently about your work? like as an artist im sure youre pretty much always proud of the finished product but if the show that uses them is one you dont like does it ever.. make you feel weird?? or is it still just like "hey, i did that!"

nah..Not any weirder than posting art in general feels LOL. the thing is, liking a tv show as entertainment is different from liking it as a workplace which is also different from liking it as idk… an art object to put in my portfolio. I’m not going to pretend there isn’t overlap there like if I had to kind of draw it out (in more ways than one haha)...

So theres a lot of push and pull between factors. Its VERY common for artists to have shows they enjoyed working on that they wouldn’t personally enjoy watching and vice versa. And for me personally? I’m a glass half full kind of guy so even amongst mixed feelings I tend to focus on the good parts and I've liked almost every show I've worked on, come out feeling pretty good about my work almost all the time. 

I’m lucky though. I’ve never had to stay at a job with truly heinous working conditions. I’ve always had the privilege of enough resources (savings, parents house to fall back on, etc) to quit and find something new which is something not all people have. 

And I guess I would feel weird/bad about my work if it turned out to be used for like… a horrendous hate crime or something? Like if god forbid I ended up somehow…presumably accidentally?? working on the 21st century’s version of Birth of a Nation???? But (knock on wood) I like to think the chances of that in animation are pretty slim LOL or at the very least I'd be able to see the red flags ahead of time and get out of there…. one of the good/lame things about mass media is that it’s supremely moderate like it can’t be transgressive or radical (on either end of the political spectrum) or else it risks losing profit. And on top of that, animation is one of the least spontaneous storytelling mediums. just by nature of how much coordination and planning that has to be done ahead of time for something as simple as moving a character across the screen. Backgrounds in particular are relatively middle-late in the animation pipeline. every show runs a little differently but normally by the time we're working on bgs the story, boards, and characters are like... 70-90% locked in? So it’s pretty rare to be working on a show only to later be surprised by whats on screen when it airs.

I do know that south park turns on a dime and makes episodes slapdash in like one week but uh I like to think they're the exception not the rule LOL. most western animation will take about a year per ep from outline to final export.

anyways thanks for sending a thoughtful ask as opposed to something patronizing or obnoxiously leading like "im so sorry you had to work on such a shitty show" which ive been getting a bit of lately.

[stuckinapril]

within the context of your post from november about people leaving and loyalty, how were you managing your anxious attachment since then for it to get easier? ive been struggling a lot with that and would like to get some advice 💗

A big part of it for me was switching from a scarcity mindset to an abundance mindset. Whenever someone was on the cusp of leaving my life, I really would mourn how cool they are as a person & how I might never find someone like them again. Which is technically true, bc everyone is unique, but it’s also just as true that they’re losing me. You have to constantly remind yourself that this is a two-way street. The moment they walk out of your life, they’re losing access to you too. And that just frees up space for other, more appreciative people to enter your life.

I’ve also gotten a lot better at differentiating a gut response from anxiety messing w my head. Whenever I’d get in my head about somebody’s actions, I ask myself “am I being reasonable to assume this? Is this coming from a trustworthy place, or is it just fear of abandonment wanting me to cling to this person right now?” A lot of the time it was the latter. So I’d just remind myself that I didn’t wrong anyone, and that if they spontaneously decide to leave, they’re not really someone I want in my life to begin with. I don’t villify them—I’m just at a point in my life where I’m far more interested in securely attached people than I am in ambivalent ones, and that’s something anyone deserves.

Another big thing is being okay with discomfort. I don’t think anyone can ever reach a level where they never feel strongly about what someone else does, especially if they’re attached to them. You just kind of have to tell yourself “this is uncomfortable right now, but it will pass” and just trust that it will. Literally just be okay w it. The moment I realized all feelings are ephemeral, negative emotion got so much easier to digest.

Start perceiving the other person’s position just as much as you perceive yours. Instead of only asking yourself “What does this say about me?” also ask “What does this say about them?” There were instances where I was so self-flagellating about someone being ambivalently available, I didn’t even realize what their actions were telling me about their character. Most of the time, it wasn’t anything good, and sticking around that person would’ve done nothing but harm me.

Lastly (and I know this is cliche, but it’s true) you really do need to like yourself to be okay with people falling out of your life just as quickly as they’ve fallen in. Every time you attach too strongly to someone else, you’re literally abandoning yourself. You’re making the decision to ditch the one constant in your life (you) for the most volatile thing out there (another person). By doing this, you’re restricting other people from ebbing and flowing—something all of us do naturally. This isn’t just about our emotions; it’s about the other person’s too. We need to let people move the way they want to. Anxious attachment goes against that in a lot of ways, even if it’s just a byproduct of other issues. Unlearning your anxious attachment is a win-win for everyone involved truly

[fanby-fckry]

I have decided that Niffty is a Gemini.

I’m not all that interested in astrology irl – at least not star signs – but it’s a fun way to assign birthdays, and I need one for an upcoming fic.

I originally tried taking this test from her perspective, but it didn’t give me results that matched up with my portrayal of her.

Wound up just googling the signs and manually assigning her one.

Used one site (allure) because I’m not doing a deep dive on Zodiacs for what is essentially a throwaway reference. Here are some choice quotes, and how they relate to my version of Niffty:

Content Warning: animal death/cruelty in the form of Niffty-typical pest control

Have you ever been so busy that you wished you could clone yourself just to get everything done? That's the Gemini experience in a nutshell. Spontaneous, playful, and adorably erratic, Gemini is driven by its insatiable curiosity.

I think that one’s pretty self-explanatory. If I had to pick two words to describe Niffty, “adorably erratic,” sums her up pretty well.

Because of Geminis' intrinsic duality, they're often falsely misrepresented as two-faced. In reality, however, Gemini rarely has a hidden agenda.

I write mostly pilot!Niffty, mixed with headcanons and some series canon. So, 50’s housewife who genuinely takes pride in her role, practices manners, considers herself to be ladylike, throws herself into cooking, cleaning, and mending, has an idealized and black and white version of romance and womanhood and very much holds herself – though not necessarily others – to that very high standard.

And also the woman who takes immense pleasure in stabbing pests, writes smutty RPF fanfic for people she personally knows, keeps collections of people’s hair/fluff, and summoned a demon using animal sacrifices on multiple occasions.

She’s not intentionally two-faced, but she does very much have two conflicting sides to her personality, which she holds in equal measure.

These hyperactive air signs have short attention spans and are most satisfied when they can move fluidly from one idea to the next.

I’ve seen Niffty described as “OCD” before, but I’m not sure if there’s anything to that besides the armchair psych, ‘cleaning = OCD’ thing.

However, as someone with ADHD, I can definitely see some aspects of hyperactivity and attention deficit in her. Specifically, the fact that she seems to become hyperfocused on tasks like cleaning, but is easily distracted in other contexts.

She basically narrates her train of thought on the pilot: *polite and enthusiastic introduction* (manners first) -> It’s been a while since I made new friends -> -> *notices everyone but Alastor is fem-presenting and thinks they’re all women* -> Why are you all women? -> (I like men best) Aren’t there any men here? -> *physically lifts Charlie in search of men* -> *remembers manners* -> I’m sorry, that was rude -> *gets distracted by mess* -> Oh man, this place is filthy! It could really use a lady’s touch -> *remembers that she has (mistakenly) identified all of the hotel’s occupants as women* -> Which is weird because you’re all ladies offense (manners) -> *remembers mess* -> *hyperfixates on cleaning*

Honestly, the Niffty ADHD headcanon should probably be its own post. Moving on!

Gemini expresses emotions externally

Communication is paramount for them, and they require fluent streams of transmission.

*gestures to aforementioned inner-turned-outer monologue*

She’s a lot quieter in the series, but she does still butt into conversations she wasn’t previously a part of with usually irrelevant commentary.

In fact, the act of expression is often even more important to loquacious Gemini than what is actually being said

Just… everything she says in the series.

Another incredible Gemini quality, however, is that these natural chameleons can quickly recover from even the most shameful foot-in-mouth moments. Gemini moves too fast to care about embarrassing missteps: They simply move on.

A quick apology or a “no offense” is all it takes Niffty to move past most social faux pas, and most criticism seem to just bounce off of her.

So yeah. Gemini!Niffty.

[jennysparksandtheauthority]

forever might be short (pricefield drabble collection)

Originally posted on AO3 as part of the International Fanworks Day challenge 2024.

Summary: Max saves Chloe and they leave the bay behind, but what happens after ten months? And ten years? And all the in betweens? Ten drabbles about love, loss, healing and learning how to navigate life together, in honor of International Fanworks Day 10th anniversary.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Fandom: Life is Strange (Video Game)

Relationship: Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price

1. ten months

They haven't lost the ability to smile, but they don't laugh the way they used to.

When it happens, ten months after the storm, it's random, spontaneous.

Max scrolls Netflix, Chloe is looking at her phone. Then, she reads something. Her eyes light up. She grins like an ass. 

"Hey, Max?"

"Yeah?"

"What’s the difference between a casual dinner party and a pirate orgy? The first one you come as you are… The other you ARR as you come!"

When Ryan and Vanessa come home they find them rolling on the couch, kicking each other, eyes watery, breathless with laughter.

2. the fury in your head

Max lets Chloe die, but the storm still comes.

She's in the lighthouse, screaming at it.

"Didn't you get what you wanted?! I did what you asked of me! Why is this happening? What more do you want from me?!"

The hurricane roars and Max wakes up. 

Chloe's arms engulf her in an instant, "It's okay. You're safe. We're in Seattle. I'm here."

Chloe never pushes her to share, she wants to spare her the pain. She imagines Max dreams about the innocent lives lost, the sorrow, the guilt.

But Max's nightmares are about one thing only: not choosing Chloe.

3. (finally see) what it means to be living

It takes them more than a year to find their footing, but it's bliss when it finally comes.

They get an apartment. Max goes back to school, and Chloe enrolls in an Associate in Computer Science program in community college.

They work most weekends, even though Ryan and Vanessa are helping them out. They even get a compensation from the Arcadia Bay Victims Relief Fund. Chloe calls it blood money. But they take it, because they need all the help they can get.

Still, their routine is hard. Seattle is always rainy. They study, they work, they get by. Together.

4. awake, dear heart…

They share a bed, so they technically sleep together, but they're not together. 

There are lingering touches, light kisses and even pecks on the lips, but they haven't done anything else. They haven't talked about it. They're both just so utterly afraid of messing up what they have.

Max finds a note in Chloe's pocket when she's doing laundry. It reads: My offer still stands. Call me? Erika xoxo. There's a phone number. She folds it and then leaves it on Chloe's nightstand.

When Chloe finds it, she doesn't say anything, but Max watches her throw it in the trash.

5. ...awake

"Chloe? You know you don't have to stay with me, right? You don't owe me anything."

It's Christmas Eve. 11 AM. They agreed to sleep in before they drive to Max's parents. 

Chloe immediately sits up on the bed and looks at her with so much concern you'd think Max's nose is bleeding.

"What the fuck? Where did that come from?"

Max grimaces, refrains the urge to cry, "It's just… sometimes… I wonder if—"

Chloe puts a finger over her lips, ever so gently. Then, she kisses her, deeply, intentionally. It's a statement.

When they part, Max wonders no more.

6. worship in the bedroom

They lie naked on a warm June morning, limbs intertwined, bodies sweating, hearts beating loudly.

"Damn, you're hardcore, Max," Chloe grins like an idiot.

"So I’ve been told," Max can't help a little proud smile.

They chuckle together, and enjoy the silence. It's not really silence – a Hozier song is coming from the speakers, and birds sing under their window.

"One of these days, Caulfield…" Chloe whispers absentmindedly.

"What?"

She doesn't answer. She pulls Max closer and replies only in her mind.

One of these days I'm gonna ask you to marry me. Not today, but one of these days.

7. (remember) to let her under your skin

They end up in New York because Max gets a scholarship there, thanks to her impressive portfolio. Her photos and her name are connected to Arcadia Bay and, painful as that is, it opens many doors for her. She wishes it wasn't like that, but… it's the blood money check situation all over again.

HBO did a documentary series, so everybody in class knows everything.

Well, not everything.

But they whisper — she hears words like survivor, so tragic, Jefferson...

It used to bother her. Yet, with each passing day coming home to Chloe, the pain seems to simply drift away.

8. the pleasure, the privilege is mine

It's Chloe's birthday.

Max plans the perfect party with their New York friends. They Skype Max's parents, David and Kate. Chloe drinks, laughs, cries. They eat cake. It's fun, and it ends with their apartment ruined.

Afterwards, they sit together on the couch, spent, heads touching.

"Thank you for today, babe," Chloe says softly as she looks at their intertwined hands. "For a girl that should be dead, turning 25 is kinda wild…"

Max gazes at her with sheer devotion, "I love you so much."

The smile that Chloe gives her might have the power to stop time, "I know."

9. this is now

After the pandemic (they'll always wonder if somewhere, someone was using some cursed, forbidden power), Chloe burns out. She quits her job as IT specialist in some big pharma company, and starts freelancing as a graphic designer. That year, Max hits 200k followers on Instagram. She signs a photobook deal. Chloe designs the cover. It's a wild success.

So Chloe spins Max in her arms one Friday afternoon, and blurts out, "Max, I think we're ready. We've been talking about it, let's just do it!"

Max laughs, nods.

They lock eyes, and yell it in unison, "Let's get a dog!"

10. ten years

Chloe's making spaghetti — her long, honey-blonde hair up in a messy bun, her arm tattoo covered in black ink. Max's watching her work, sitting at the kitchen island, playing with the white gold band in her ring finger. Deckard, their Labrador, sits at her feet.

They're talking about their day, complaining about shit, making plans.

There's three candles by the window: one for Rachel, one for Joyce, one for all the others. Today's the anniversary, but it doesn't get to them anymore.

Life's weird, thrilling, also boring at times. 

It's good too. 

They made it. And they will be okay.

THE END

author's notes:

Title from Emily Dickinson's 434:

To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear, Forever might be short, I thought to show— And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.

Chapter 2 title: Spanish Sahara by Foals

Chapter 3 title: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

Chapter 4 & 5 reference: “Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.” (Prospero, Act 1, Scene 2) —The Tempest by William Shakespeare

Chapter 6 title: Take Me To Church by Hozier

Chapter 8 title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Chapter 9: “Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted." —Sylvia Plath

[illegiblewords]

SOME ILLEGIBLE RAMBLES AND REFLECTIONS: A DIVINE CALLING

Continuation of the Dungeons and Dragons cosmology rant I started here, post-Baldur's Gate 3. This is more side-notes with odd bits and bobs I've noticed about Faerûn’s pantheon along with what amounts to a campaign premise.

There are layers, but whether on a realistic ‘human history of polytheism’ front or even compared to other fantasy pantheons—the way gods operate in Dungeons and Dragons is fucking weird.

In a lot of stories, mortal belief shapes the nature of gods. This is partially the case here but not entirely. Sometimes a thing exists or happens, and you just end up with a deity or primordial claiming dominion over that thing. The jurisdiction a god presides over is referred to in Dungeons and Dragons as a 'divine portfolio'. Sometimes gods are born spontaneously out of the aether or by other gods. Sometimes gods quit or die and pass their positions on to others. Mortals can ascend to godhood sure, but that usually takes a fair amount of work along with strategy. Not to mention shit comes with certain caveats.

EX.

Karsus fucked up by using magic to try and replace the goddess of magic. That logistically left him responsible for consciously maintaining the entire Weave when the goddess Mystryl had done it constantly and unconsciously. It wasn’t something he could ever hope to pull off along with his spell. It’s as if Karsus was a top notch marathon runner, but during his hardest race also had to consciously beat his own heart and breathe and send out signals from the brain when that was all previously autonomic. Shit wasn’t gonna work.

What I’ve noticed across lore videos (but also in Baldur’s Gate 3) is, some of the gods are actively acting against their own portfolios and followers on the regular. More than that, divine jurisdictions are a mess and there is just no oversight most of the time.

It’s not even a morality thing for me. It’s not ‘oh Zeus fucked another mortal and Hera went on another rampage’. It's not ‘there’s a stupid beauty contest between the gods and war ensues because no one wants to lose’ either. It’s that the gods of Dungeons and Dragons are mind-blowingly unprofessional about being gods. For many, there is zero accountability for the specific areas they are appointed divinity. It would be like Athena being a goddess of weaving but also an actively shit weaver. Some of what I've seen seems like outright divine malpractice, for lack of another way to put it.

Shar’s portfolio is darkness, forgetfulness, loss, secrets, and night. If it was purely going off of her portfolio and not the goddess who holds it, she’d fit perfectly in terms of coping mechanisms, navigating grief, finding shelter/comfort at night and while concealed, and overall the unknown as something gentle and merciful. People are stated to seek her out specifically for those things, as her portfolio indicates.

Shar is not a trickster-domain goddess, or a goddess of lies, or a goddess of spite and vengeance, or a goddess of treachery, or a goddess of destruction. She adopts those things arbitrarily for herself and wields them through/against her own followers, but they have nothing to do with her actual portfolio. Her actual porfolio is needed, but is being neglected because Shar doesn’t give a shit. She was born as a goddess of those things but she doesn’t bother with them except insofar as they can be exploited for personal gain.

She’s like a grief counselor you go to in your lowest, most vulnerable moment seeking help. There is nowhere else and she’s supposed to be a specialist. Then Dr. Shar tells you 1) kys 2) kill a bunch of other people on your way out.

Again, it’s not even a matter of her being an evil goddess. It’s that she’s an UNPROFESSIONAL evil goddess. Lolth has zero problem because she’s clear about her portfolio and has fucktons of followers who know what she’s about and are on board. Doesn't matter how unhealthy it is, it's eyes wide open. Lolth worked for what she has and runs everything with the Drow seamlessly according to her office. Good for her.

Related, I saw people on twitter getting really angry at the Faerûnian pantheon when Asterion revealed he’d tried to pray to any god he could think of only to be ignored. People were arguing it’s because the gods discriminate against vampires/the undead.

But there are gods of the undead. At least two I know offhand. Orcus namely (although he’s sort of between minor deity and just a straight up demon), as he DOES explicitly work with vampires. (The other god is Vecna, by the by. But he's also evil and mainly focuses on other things + liches.) Orcus is both chaotic evil and a demon. It's worth noting he specifically wound up with his portfolio because he was the only guy remotely qualified for that job regardless of how he felt about it. He doesn’t strictly want to be there but because of how he operates in terms of alignment and abyssal nature he can get away with fickleness. Guy had godhood thrust upon him.

I’d argue he’s the closest to managing Asterion’s jurisdiction so far as undeath is concerned, but Asterion’s alignment and situation are both outside it. Asterion needed a neutral or good deity of the undead, and that role remains unfilled. On a personal level he’d be eligible for ex. Ilmater, but where metaphysical filing was concerned he automatically got rerouted to Orcus who’s doing as little as he can manage on the best of days where divinity is concerned.

It’s not even Orcus’s fault. Again, Orcus didn’t ask for that. Orcus is a terrible person/demon/god and isn’t out for responsibility of any sort. He has never given cause to believe otherwise. Undead ask Orcus for favors or help becoming liches and shit, and sometimes he’s on board. He gave Vecna a hand when he needed it. But it’s on an ‘if I feel like it’ basis for the guy. Taking this openly chaotic evil demon and nominating him to answer the prayers of all undead irrespective of alignment and circumstances is so far outside this dude’s job description it’s insane. You wouldn’t do that to a deity of the living. Hell, even deities of the dead there are like at least four managing different aspects of it at any given time.

And much as I like Jergal, my guy gave his portfolio away to the first three people who asked and let them sort out who got what over a game of knucklebones. He’s in a position that’s a better fit for him personally now and I’m happy for him, but he did not depart from office in the most professional fashion he could have.

(Taking a moment to discuss my understanding of Kelemvor after checking some lore videos, with the disclaimer this is secondhand knowledge. Kelemvor was once a mortal. When he became god of the dead, Kelemvor wanted to ensure non-adherents were treated fairly instead of blanket-punished for not following a god. He tried to make a system that rewarded people who were virtuous but not devout, for example. Except word got out and mortals who had been worshipping deities purely because they wanted a certain afterlife guarantee left in favor of being unaffiliated, which drained those deities of power/resources. Led to a whole tantrum from multiple gods until Kelemvor bowed to divine nepotism saying ‘I’m sorry I was thinking with my mortal brain’. I think he adjusted the system so that non-adherents would be grouped with other non-adherents of similar moral standing, and they’d need to construct their own afterlives together. Which, not bad but holy fuck the fact that other gods banded together and bullied Kelemvor until he changed policy to benefit them again is kind of scary.)

I would argue there needs to be a campaign where disenfranchised mortals come together across alignments and creeds to appoint a divine manager holding gods accountable in some capacity and maintaining professional standards. I was trying to figure out if it was a matter of unions or OSHA or something, but naw man this is actually why managers are needed. It isn’t even HR. It’s someone making sure the workplace functions and that customers aren’t being fucked over/driven away so to speak.

I want to see adventurers convincing the forces of chaos that this is ultimately to their benefit too. I want to see weird alliances/resource pooling. See if Mechanus will lend a hand. Nominate contenders for the position from workplaces across Toril. Do elves have an advantage because they don’t need to sleep? Who is organized enough? How would delegation of responsibilities work—would there be more active involvement from celestials and clergy?

And like, what would a divine manager DO? One example I can think of is that since ex. Shar is an example of supreme nepotism, either:

A. She gets her shit together and addresses her actual portfolio properly in the spirit it was constructed B. She surrenders her portfolio to another deity who can actually address it to either become a demon (more personal freedom but less power) OR adopt the domain that actually reflects what she does instead of false-advertising.

If she wants to be a goddess of spite, theft, destruction, trickery, lies, vengeance, and/or treachery she can be a goddess of those things--but it might lower her divine rank somewhat by connection. If she wants to be ~true to herself~ with a new portfolio that's fine but she's going to make less bank than Selune does and that's something she's going to have to live with.

Shar was promoted beyond her personal capabilities, and while she might still be employable somewhere I don’t think it should be in the same position she’d been fucking up. She misused all of her funds and prayers on interior decoration. She thought seniority meant she was above reproach and she deserves to be held accountable.

A divine manager could see if there’s a need for a particular employment position and start organizing to have that position filled. Ex. If deities of neutral or good undead are needed, that’s a spot where aspiring mortals can apply. And the sorts of tribute a divine manager might get could be hilarious. Imagine sacrifices of caffeine and fantasy office supplies. What symbols/titles would they get?

And you know this deity would get all kinds of bullshit prayers from entitled mortals too. Like a person calling the police because their hamburger was supposed to have large fries on the side but they’re stuck with medium. Sometimes concerns are real but sometimes people abuse the resource. The divine manager needs a will of adamant.

Anyway.

The final detail I’ll mention in this whole ramble is—I think for deities at least, there needs to be some level of reasonable to their portfolios/modus operandi that lets you understand how a regular person would pray to them. Tying to the previous post, if all Bhaalists are Orin then Bhaal just isn’t going to have a whole lot of disciples. Might get a small pocket of serial killers I guess but grand scheme he’s going to be weak as fuck. But if you step back and go ‘Bhaal isn’t a god of sadistic and gratuitous murder, Bhaal is the inevitable death-price of life’ suddenly he makes a whole lot more sense. You get philosophers of Bhaal too, who you can have a perfectly pleasant lunch conversation with. Yeenoghu gets a pass for doubling as a demon lord (akin to Orcus) with power independent of divinity.

[alyjojo]

New Year Reading for 2024! 🌟 - Libra

Preshuffle: Your lover could be someone that’s very attractive, charming, a leader of some kind, or someone that gets a lot of attention. It’s why you like them and also why you don’t, because you’re extremely guarded with this fire 🔥 energy, due to things that have hurt in the past. They may be charming, but you find them to be spontaneous, which is fun, and it’s also unreliable. You’re embracing more of Queen/King of Swords energy because of a lack of trust, feeling guarded, protecting yourself from being hurt by some Don/Donna Juan (yes Donna will do 😆) that’s only out for a good time and onto the next thing. Fire tends to care about what THEY want, right now, and get labeled as “selfish” for this reason. Do they intend to be that way, usually no, and they’re often quite generous & loving too, but you’re over here setting boundaries and making sure everything is fair for everyone…and there could be friction there. The Lovers came out for those with this being a lover specifically, but this dynamic could be played out in any other relationship too. This could be someone else with you too, but most of you are the Swords.

Meditation: A very powerful & mysterious meditation, and there’s two sides to this. First, I heard “The House of the Setting Sun”, and your door was literally arguing with me that I can’t go inside, I saw a peek and it was like a warehouse factory, lots of things going on in there as if it were in preparation for something to later be revealed. They repeated the name over and over again. When I looked it up, there are a few songs with that name, and a few actual places (one being a haunted house). The other side was intuition when this name was repeated over and over, of the story/chapter in Game of Thrones when Daenerys goes to the House of the Undying and has visions. There are thousands of fan theories on that, I assume only fans would care about that. Either side of this leads to intense rabbit holes you may choose to jump into or not. Both show intense spiritual work being done, a dark night of the soul perhaps, I’m expecting a Hermit & High Priestess for you in this reading. Spirituality, the questions of everything in the universe, your path, facing darkness in oneself and others. In the show, Dany went through absolute hell before she rose again more powerful than before, I think that’s the whole point of this, because you’re feeling down, guarded, protective, and pessimistic about things, that I can tell. It’s a process, not a finality 💜

🔸 Whole of Your Energy: The High Priestess & The Devil

Regarding: 7 Swords

I’M SHRIEKING OVER HERE. The minute I pulled High Priestess as the first card. Holy shit 😂 Clarified by The Magician, 7 Cups, and The Hermit. It’s no joke, I’m over here excited because I’ve done this & I get it, I love to see these awakenings and spiritual work. But…on the other side of it, what it takes to get there is often painful. Surviving everything that is hell in your life. To use the show as an example, Dany lost her child, her husband, her entire family, every sense of personal definition & identity she’d ever had, everyone she’d ever loved, and it crushed her…before she eventually rose again. Because you have to. Well, you don’t have to, but eventually you *will* want to. This energy leads to transformation, extremely painful while you’re in it, but eventually you won’t be the same person anymore, then leaving this is the natural next step. We don’t usually go looking for this, it’s more like…when Spirit is all we have left, is when we start really listening. South Node aligns with Libra placements for another year before moving on, and ego deaths have probably been the first step (last year energy) for most, what you thought was true before, now it’s about you on the inside - the bare essentials. You’re not your job, your relationship, your stuff, your family, your gender or preferences. Labels. Who are you?

You may have gotten several spiritual nudges about toxic things in your life, toxic behaviors you act out, avoidance and refusal to take accountability for things on both parts, you and others. This has created a situation of confusion…why are you alone now? Or why do you *feel* alone? Well, that’s why. People that don’t take accountability for their side of issues will be left to “deal with it” one way or another. Some people stay like that forever. It’s both sides, there are people around you that are in this avoidant energy, playing out the same toxic behaviors and acting out of shadow that they always have. And you are doing the same, maybe not in the same ways. We all have toxic shit inside of us, it’s the human experience, dark and light, and the most toxic person is the one that swears they aren’t, the person who has a negative story for everyone they’ve ever known, but doesn’t realize or admit that they’ve played a role in each one. Lilith will be entering your sign mid-year to join the South Node, for a double whammy of showing you especially, what triggers you, what kind of behaviors and habits give you negative results, what have you avoided facing? Yours especially are focused inward, being in your own sign. It sounds daunting and it is, but it has a purpose, you’ll realize later.

Libra risings are especially likely to feel attacked by others’ anger, jealousy, greed, lust & fantasy, either in being put on “sexy” pedestals that don’t actually exist for the sake of fantasy, consciously choosing to act in such a way as you *want* that, embracing tempting or lustful Lilith energy itself, or in the more negative, hateful ways of Lilith’s expression, them projecting that on you and you acting in this way, both sides. People may think the worst of you, encouraging you to go into Hermit energy. That logically explains your Queen/King of Swords card being highlighted, though that’s you normally too, but this year it’s especially necessary. Cutting through the bs, facing the truth…all sides of it, yours too. No more avoiding facing facts, with the dominant focus being on your own shadows & unsavory experiences or behaviors, addictions, unconscious/conscious learned toxicity from others, hardcore spiritual/psychological work & eventual awakenings. By this time next year, suns & moons should feel much different, more self-aware & confident - positively. The sun will rise again. Risings will have the nodes moving through their 12th as well, for two more years, for an extra dose of spiritual work - also positive, but an even deeper darkness to continue navigating - the unconscious mind itself & letting go. As you’re processing the negative, allow yourself to let in the positive too. How this plays out depends on your own situations, actions, ages, experiences, house placements etc., not everyone is dealing with the doomiest & gloomiest, some have already done this and are just getting more deeply in touch with Spirit, shifting paths, but some will or already have walked through the pits of hell, so we acknowledge & respect the experience as a whole.

🔸 Character Oracle: The Twins 👯‍♀️

This card refers to a specific relationship, could be romantic, doesn’t have to be. Siblings are mentioned as well. Some may be involved with Twin Flames, some may be a literal twin, or it’s someone else, but this describes the dynamic of two separate people who are yin/yang, masculine/feminine, light and dark, etc. Opposites essentially, but eerily similar, and there’s a lot of fighting, arguing, toxic behaviors and judgements of the other person, when some looking in the mirror is needed. One person may be more active & going for what they want, the other is more receptive and accepts what comes to them. One person may be at the top of their game, the other person is emotionally in a dark place right now. Fingers are pointed at the other person as if they’re the problem, but neither are actually judging the other - but more themselves. Or need to be. This card says we’re all human, are you really being fair to others? The Devil points out toxic mindsets and behaviors you carry, probably towards other people. The whole year has this same dynamic, the nodes refer to self vs others (Aries/Libra), and partnerships are most affected here. We’re all on different timelines, with different past lives, different karma, different lessons and purposes. When you’re feeling dark/spiritual 12th House energy, someone else is feeling 5th happy go lucky energy, having kids or winning at life. When you’re in 10th work mode, some are in 4th family mode. When you’re focused on others, others may need to be focused on themselves, and *no one is wrong*. No one is right either. It’s all a balance = Libra ☯️ This card highlights soul-tie relationships, in some way you are *bound* to this person, so it’s probably the most important connections being affected.

🔸 Relationship: 10 Wands & Queen of Pentacles

Regarding: The Sun rev

The person you’re with is probably more career oriented than you are, and it’s a burden that weighs you down. If you’re a stay at home parent, your person’s successes may feel like a threat to you, along with any contacts they have at work or in their life. You could feel like they’re going to find something better and leave you, and these issues of codependency and fear need to come to light - because right now they just fester inside of you. There’s an imbalance in your relationship. Some of you hate your job, or your person’s job. Some of you are uncomfortable with the lack of money coming in. Most just don’t feel confident with where they are right now - as an individual, because it’s the feelings of the individual that are being avoided. You or them. There’s a toxic game of avoiding issues going on between you, and it could be because you don’t want to burden others with your feelings (or vice versa), but until they’re dealt with it’s just going to be more of the same. Some of these issues may be financial, like you’re a single person operating in a relationship, and there’s no togetherness, no romance, it’s acting more like roommates than true love. You or they may also not help much financially, or spends in a way that’s shady and that’s been avoided but is an issue.

I don’t see immaturity, or toxic anger issues, no explosions or battles, just not speaking how you feel, not addressing things that need to be addressed. Some of you may want to leave who you’re with and don’t speak up, or you’re terrified your person feels this way about you. It feels like your light has been smothered. Or your person’s. But going by your character card, is it the relationship, or is it what you’re doing…work, schedules, burdens, there’s a lack of emotional vulnerability and accountability that needs to be addressed. YOU MATTER TOO. And they do. Both. Two individual people need to discuss what they need & should be providing to the other, again no one is wrong, it’s just you and your needs with them and their needs, are these things fair and compatible? Or not? Break-ups are possible, if that’s what you want, I don’t see them as inevitable though…unless you both refuse to take action with the problems. I think you avoid speaking your truth, because you’re afraid of theirs. Both are valid.

🔸 Singles: King of Cups & Knight of Wands

Regarding: Page of Swords

King of Cups is repeated in relationships and here, some of you could be leaving one person for another - acting out of Lilith energy, lust, obsession, etc. Some could also be splitting up, having long & much needed realizations about the issues involved, apologizing and reuniting. In relationships, one person is pointing a lot fingers and it’s both, period. Not just one. Until ego deaths & some real conversations happen about the toxic things between you, it’s not going to get better. But they do come up as your soulmate, King & Queen of Cups, reuniting is all over the bottom of the deck, it’s very possible.

For those where that doesn’t apply, with this being such an intense year, it’s quite possible for you to spontaneously meet someone you’re obsessed 🤩 with, they check every box, you *cannot* get them out of your mind at any second of the day, it borders on…is this healthy? Could be a friend, or start off that way, Page of Pentacles & 3 Cups. Some of you may be meeting twin flames 🔥 for the first time. Some could be reuniting. Could be a karmic, they’re someone that’s going to make you face your own darkness in ways you never imagined, because it never occurred to you there was any. The passion will likely be out of this world, along with obsessive aspects, possible control issues, jealousy, anger, with the good comes the bad - like everything. If it’s just beginning, definitely more of the lusty good. This could also have some level of codependency that happens very quickly, try not to get lost in your relationships, or cling on too tightly, same goes for them.

The card that came out for who this could be (or the most needed to see) is The Enchanter, someone that’s a master of deception and trickery, they lie and deceive. Or do they? It all may sound a little too good to be true, is this the first time they’ve played the game they’re playing? Twin again comes out literally in this card. Is this truly a Twin or a hard lesson? There may be some deceptive shit going on here, thus bringing out the accountability and what’s being avoided. If you’re bouncing from connection to connection and avoiding a relationship altogether, could be because you’ve already dealt with this person. Or is this person you? Specifically, with the one you’re trying to reconnect with. On some level, like with most of this reading, it feels like both.

🔸 Career: The Star rev, 4 Wands rev & King of Wands

Regarding: 6 Pentacles

Work could be the cause of some relationship problems, preshuffle energy is coming out here. Your person may embody this attractive, charming, flirtatious, attention-seeking energy through their career, and it leaves you feeling like the connection is unstable. They could be giving their best to work, not you, maybe dressing up nice and smelling good for strangers but at home it’s like you don’t exist or aren’t important. There needs to be equal effort given between home & career for that story, to turn things around.

For some, things may not have been the same since a boss or possibly a fire sign left your job. That could be happening now, and it leaves you feeling unstable, this could be someone you really liked or they did a great job. For some, it’s possible an authority position is free, but you don’t feel confident in applying for it. Maybe they aren’t offering enough or the benefits are non-existent for what they should be. You want to be given what you deserve and don’t feel confident that’s going to happen, either where you are or even somewhere else. Some of you are dealing with a boss or peer that does not put in their fair share of the effort, could be someone that will talk for days but not actually work, ever, and you want this dynamic to end. Some of you may be confronting a person you’re having issues with, or even going to a boss over it. Especially if they’re flirting with you, that’s possible too, it could make you feel uncomfortable or fearful of losing your position. You could be allowing sexual harassment - nod to that main energy of avoidance & The Devil, trying to people please to avoid any backlash. If you’re the victim here, speak up 💯 The World at the bottom is an ending, a positive one, closing a cycle. Same goes for if you’re holding yourself back from an opportunity to showcase your talents - do it! What you give out you’ll receive back, it’s your own pessimism & fear getting in your way, for most.

🔸 What needs to be left behind in 2023: Death & 7 Cups

Regarding: 8 Swords

Stop allowing confusion and options to keep you bound to where you are, essentially it’s “stop making excuses”, but it’s more because you’re trying to align yourself with other people. Coworkers, friends, parents, partners, whoever. It’s perfectly fine to make your own decision for yourself and be an independent person - even if you’re in a relationship. They’re not dating themselves, they’re dating you, who are you? What do you want for you? You don’t have to ask permission, don’t have to get feedback from other people, nothing should be holding you back or acting as a cage keeping you in place. Now if you’re in a marriage, acting single all the time, again it’s a balance of me/relationship, independence vs codependence, all year long. Respect is coming to agreements with your person over big things, budgets, signing up for things both of you are affected by, buying a new car, etc., but yeah get your nails done if you want, buy what you want with your money, and you don’t need permission. Respect is one thing, control is another, if someone is trying to control you then they need to be put in their place. Same goes for you too, you may act controlling due to insecurity or as a response to insecurity or feeling controlled in some other way. Like you’re controlling with other people around your person, they’re controlling with money, and no one gets to control shit anymore - you’re two separate people. Balance 🙏 You have a hard time finalizing decisions, even if you talk about them, because of all this ick Devil energy that needs to be addressed and dealt with, so you can move forward in more healthy ways, healthy relationships, with confidence ☀️

Reading Oracles: Your oracles didn’t have specific places, but for everything overall.

32 Details

Examine your situation and take care of every detail, one step at a time.

35 Risk

Be aware or you will have to beware. Do not deny the risk and hazards that you see.

7777 show sneaky options, lies, deceptions, confusion, possible gaslighting even could be going on in your relationships specifically and need to be left behind for good, or are the reason one of you is leaving/has left.

888 shows that if you keep yourself bound, restricted, and quiet in regards to a work issue, there may be a risk involved that could be a potential hazard. The High Priestess *knows*, whatever it is, you already know, and need to do something about it. Someone at work could be doing some sneaky/deceptive things, or your own avoidance towards work & finances generally may be risky towards future planning, stability, the long-term, etc.

Astrological Shifts in 2023 (for Risings):

Jan 01 - Mercury direct in Sag

Jan 21 - Pluto enters Aqu (again) - 5th House 🎉

Feb 14 - Mars conj. Pluto Aquarius - 5th 🎉 - likely intense, sexual, powerful, & transformative, could meet/date someone with heat 🔥, or it’s a heated kind of day, could feel more amorous than usual, be careful of power trips & control issues, heat & intensity can go either way good/bad, it’s possible kids get in the way of this or be an issue somehow

Mar 09 - Mars Aqua squares Uranus Tau at 5:55 P.M. - likely a day of conflict - 5th 🎉 vs. 8th ☠️ - possibly in relation to sex & intimacy, children, and power dynamics regarding this (or just time for both) - single parents could feel especially frustrated by the day to day & no time for dating

Mar 21 - Venus conj Saturn Pis - love & boundaries go hand in hand

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse in Lib - 1st 🫵

Apr 01 - Mercury retrogrades Ari - 7th ❤️ - issues with romantic partners & those close to you are likely, or they’re dealing with things and so you are too, by association

Apr 08 - Solar Eclipse in Ari - continued lessons from the nodes throughout this year, issues between masculine/feminine likely, father/mother, action/reception, others/self

Apr 24 - Mercury direct

May 18 - Venus conj Uranus & Sun conj Jupiter, all in Taurus - 8th ☠️ - proposals are possible, deepening a commitment (or ending one), so are wins where any lawsuits or contracts are concerned, especially divorce, “death” may be financially beneficial to you in some way regarding a will, you may also have spiritual or obviously karmic experiences - especially regarding an ex, or someone that’s passed on

May 25 - Jupiter enters Gem - 9th 😇 - a further boost to personal spiritual exploration and experiences, some of you could decide to further your education, or may meet a “teacher” of some kind that’s beneficial to you

May 29 - Mars conj Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 7th ❤️ its possible to wound, be wounded, or take action to address any that exist in your close personal relationships

June 29 - Lilith enters Lib - 1st 🫵 usually only felt when aspecting a personal placement, which you at least have the rising. During this time, you will probably attract more naysayers, jealousy, obsession, lust, and “haters”. Your attractiveness goes up 1000% to those that want you, but you will also likely trigger darkness in others - and not have any idea why. It’s their problem not yours, unless this negatively aspects something in your chart. Be careful with love, this is vixen energy, not a long-lasting commitment kind, and though your intentions may be 💯 others’ may not.

July 06 - Venus Can square Chiron Ari - 10th 🔨 vs. 7th ❤️ - reputation may be negatively affected for those involved with Lilith-esque affairs, someone at work may be treating you in uncomfortable ways, harassment is possible either because someone is jealous, obsessed or hateful, unnecessarily competitive vibes, it will likely hurt your feelings. Or you could be this way towards others, especially your partner, dominating but the passive aggressive kind. Take breaks, recharge, get grounded.

Aug 04 - Mercury retrogrades Vir-Leo - 12th 😵‍💫 & 11th 🤝 for many of you it’s your own triggers being highlighted, either because of past/buried trauma and projections, or because of literal shit disturbers/hidden enemies…it’s can be either & both in the 12th, this may have to do with social media and friends, probably posting passive aggressive bs or you may question who is really a friend, could be a good time to purge, or reconnect, retrogrades are great for healing things too, some may need a whole social media break

Aug 19 - Venus Vir opposes Saturn Pis & Jupiter Gem squares both - T square of 12th 😵‍💫, 6th 🤒🐶, and 9th 😇 could be finding clarity in/with these triggering situations/people, possibly addressing bad habits or attracting information and “teachers” along the lines of health or psychology, possibly spiritual, if school or work either - bad study habits & distractions, “hidden enemies” could pose a problem to your mental wellness, maybe good day to call in if you can. Health being highlighted, you may have to.

Aug 27 - Mercury direct Leo

Sept 01 - Pluto enters Cap (last time) - 4th 🏡

Sept 16 - Venus Lib opposes Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 1st 🫵 & 7th ❤️ - not a fan of the degree being 22’, involves or addresses pain with partnerships, if something sneaky or an affair is going on, it’s not possible this doesn’t blow up, otherwise you may be being seen as a villain, I can’t tell if it’s deserved or not…partnerships take a hit multiple times throughout 2024 from every direction, and these hits could hurt. 22’ is the “kill or be killed” degree. 5 Swords energy. Vicious. If not a lover, an enemy. Sometimes it’s both.

Sept 17 - Partial Lunar Eclipse Pis - 6th 🤒🐶, preparing for the nodes to shift next year

Oct 02 - Solar Eclipse Lib - 1st 🫵 your sign is front and center for a *lot* of attention this year, it just won’t all be positive, let your haters be your motivators and keep moving 💖

Nov 19 - Pluto enters Aqu (for good) - 5th 🎉

Nov 25 - Mercury retrogrades Sag - 3rd 🗣️

Dec 06 - Mars retrogrades Leo - 11th 🤝 things could slow down with networking, social media or your friendships, a good time to review what’s working for you and what isn’t

Dec 15 - Mercury direct Sag

Dec 24 - Jupiter Gem squares Saturn Pis - 9th 😇 vs 6th 🤒🐶 - there could be some discipline regarding health matters, like Aunt Jo has a gluten allergy and you made rolls, possible issues with animals, a need to learn about things related to health/wellness, if you’re on a health journey you could just cheat like a mfer around the holidays because pie, or you could be irritated because you’re the one with food preferences and other people are doing it the way they do it…you’re allergic to cats and their cat is everywhere even the counter, things like that. Breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, drinking, teasing

Walking around the party, I mingled with small groups of people. Some I knew. Others I didn’t. My friend Rosie was over in the corner with her new boyfriend and his friend. The two were scientists and the most boring people I had ever met. Well Otto was. All he really knew to talk about was his experiments. Norman at least asked questions about what I was doing. I looked over my shoulder to see Norman watching me. He smiled and offered me a shy wave. I waved back, took a sip from my drink and continued the conversation with the cheerleader in front of me. I knew nothing about Empire State’s sports team but apparently she was going to teach me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to find Norman standing there. “But I need to steal (Y/N) away for a second.” I gave a half assed farewell to the cheerleader and reached up to squeeze Norman’s hand, still on my shoulder.

“Thanks for that.” I whispered to him before I took a sip of my drink. Norman nodded at me as we took our previous places against the wall. Otto and Rosie were cuddling up together and completely unaware of the two of us. “Look at that.” I tilted my cup towards the happy couple. “Makes you wonder if that’s what it’s really like or just for other people.” Norman chuckled as he took my cup from me and took a drink.

“I think you’re getting drunk.” I shrugged and took the drink back. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m cut out for that.”

“As a scientist, I can say you would suck at it.” Norman made a noise of indignation. “You’re too analytical. Everything needs to be done a certain way in a certain order. Something like that,” I nodded towards the two still paying us no mind. “Is spontaneous. It can’t be planned out meticulously. It’s more trial and error than the scientific method could handle.” Norman watched me carefully as I knocked back what was left in the cup. I caught his eye and blushed under his intense gaze. “Sorry. I’ll grab another.” Norman watched as I made my way back through the crowd. He barely noticed Rosie breaking away from Otto and following me.

“Damn you’ve got it hard.” Norman flinched and discreetly checked his groin. Rolling his eyes, he turned towards Otto.

“And what makes you think that?” Otto was smirking and turned his head towards the drinks table.

“Because you haven’t taken your eyes off them all night. And when there was something you perceived as a threat,” Otto leaned in conspiratorially. “Like a cheerleader…” Norman flushed red at the implication. “You swooped in to quote unquote save them.”

“I did no such thing. (Y/N) was bored. You could see it on their face. I just offered them an out.” Norman started to rub at the back of his neck. Otto gently grabbed his arm and lowered it.

“Norman, you don’t see it but think it through like an equation.” Normans eyes flickered over to me before looking back at otto.

“Think what through?” I looked over at the two and had to fight back a laugh at how focused they both were.

“(Y/N) likes you too.” Normans eyes went wide and he turned shades of red he had only seen on screen.

At the same time, I was having the same conversation with Rosie.

“Oh forget it Rosie. Norman does not like me back.” I waved her off.

“Yes he does! You should have seen his face when you were talking to the cheerleader.” Rosie teasingly hit my arm. I rolled my eyes.

“Rosie, did you see his face? You’ve spent most of the night kissing otto. You haven’t seen anything.” Rosie giggled and blushed but pushed on regardless.

“(Y/N), I’m serious. Do we have to lock the two of you in a closet for something to happen or what?” I grabbed a second cup and started walking back to the boys.

“Thanks for the advice Rosie but I’ve got it.” Plastering a fake smile onto my face, I reached the boys. “Hello boys.” I handed Norman one of the drinks in my hand. He smiled in thanks and chugged the contents. “Damn Norman. Look at you go.” Otto chuckled as Rosie returned and the two of them walked off, probably to a more secluded location.

“They’re so cute it makes me sick.” Norman muttered. He eyed my cup and I handed it over.

“Suddenly I’m not so thirsty anymore.” I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. “Maybe you were right.” Normans shoulder bumped mine as he took a spot next to me.

“Bout what?” I subconsciously leaned on him.

“Me getting drunk.” Norman laughed and handed me back my cup. I opened my eyes long enough to see there was half a cup left. I chugged it and started to crush the cup before the noise got to me. This time I let my head fall on Norman’s shoulder. “Oh shit I shouldn’t have done that.” Norman chuckled as I slumped against him to be more comfortable.

“We should get you something to eat.” He whispered. I nodded moodily before lifting my head up. My breath hitched at how close we were and I took a small step back.

“I’ll bring you something too.” I smiled at him. “You’ve been drinking as much as I have.” Norman nodded. I turned to head over to the buffet table when Norman grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. The cup fell to the ground as Norman kissed me. My hands froze in mid air before moving to cup his cheeks.

“Spontaneous.” He murmured when we broke away. “I can give that a try.” I giggled as he brushed a lock of hair out of my face.

“You’re definitely drunk.” I laughed out. Norman pecked me on the lips.

“Then remind me of this tomorrow morning.” He whispered as he kissed me again.

[dizzycoffee]

Hello! I would like to request a romantic Hazbin Hotel matchup, please! (The only character I'd rather not be matched with is Vaggie)

I’m a 19-year-old cis female. I usually romantically prefer women, but I think I might be able to date a guy if I find the right one.

I’m 5’8-9, about 140 lbs. I dress in a dark coquette style mixed with office core (?). I'm not really big on short skirts or shorts. I have a heart-shaped face with a button nose. I also have long, layered black hair with bangs. I usually wear reading glasses just to add to that office aesthetic!

I’ve been told I look pretty intimidating and mean at first glance, but I swear I’m nice! I would consider myself an ambivert; honestly, it just depends on who I’m surrounded by. I don't casually date or do one-night stands at all. For me, it’s all in or not at all. In romantic or even platonic relationships, I like to take on a dominant, motherly role. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I’m also pretty good at reading emotions and remembering things someone likes or doesn’t like. Though I can admit a toxic trait of mine is sometimes making a decision for both me and my s/o without consulting them first. Not big decisions, I know better than that; it’s usually spur-of-the-moment things, which is something I’m trying to work on. I’m also a very protective, jealous person. When jealous, I kinda just stop talking and shut down. When close with someone, I love to try and get reactions out of them, just teasing, flirting, getting them all flustered, but as I said, I’m good at reading emotions, I can tell when someone isn’t comfortable with what I’m doing, and at that moment, I’ll apologize.

Likes: My cat, learning, vintage stuff/antiques, animals, nature, music [I can listen to anything, from Mindless Self Indulgence to Oingo Boingo to Skillet to Frank Sinatra, to.. you get the point.], movie nights, spending time with my s/o, cooking for my s/o

Dislikes: “Hive-minds,” being ignored, being in the public/surrounded by people for too long, people who complain but do nothing about it, people who are easily manipulated, untidiness

My type: Ngl I haven’t really done much dating so this is sort of tough.. I guess someone who’s romantic and just as clingy as I am? It also helps when they’re straightforward and let me know when I’ve done something to upset them. Communication is necessary for me. I like someone who’s a bit more extroverted and makes plans. I can be a bit of a shut-in, so I need that push sometimes.

I’m not really sure what else to add, so I guess that’s it! Looking forward to finding out who I got^^

hii !! hope you’re having a good day <3

You’ve been paired with …

Charlie Morningstar !

If you're looking for someone who's as equally romantic and clingy as you, it'd be none other than the princess of hell!

When you two first met, she didn't show any signs of hesitance or fear in regards to your pretty intimidating vibes - which was refreshing for a change!

Most of your likes are pretty well aligned, so you guys hit it off pretty well

Charlie is also an extrovert, so if you ever require a push, she's ready to be by your side!!

I feel like Charlie's the type to plan spontaneous dates whenever you and her have free time

She's also pretty easy-going when it comes to planning, so if there's anything you don't want to do, she can def make few alterations for your comfort

Considering how she usually takes the lead, the only way you two "clash" would be over making decisions. While you two have good communication, you two have a bad habit of making plans / decisions without confirming with the other

This has led to you two having to decided where to go / what to do which often gets resolved pretty quickly. If the decisions you both made are a little more serious than usual, maybe there could be a light argument.

HEAVY on the maybe, because the only "arguments" y'all ever have is who loves who more

Omg and the office aesthetic?? I feel like you both just compliment each other so nicely <3