#love how they’re gauging each other’s expression

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Good Cop/Bad Cop

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🎨Colours of Your Destined Person💐🌷🌻—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Love? Hate? Peace? Hot? Cold? Poison? Passion? Affection, baby~

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Pile 1 – Dreamy Protector

when they’re in love – 10 of Wands Rx

Your Destined Person is such a dreamer. When they’re in love, they forget life’s duties and focus on the cotton candy feelings blooming in their heart. They’re the type that thinks non-stop about the person they’re in love with. Imagining all kinds of cute scenarios, the future, the little gestures, words (said and unsaid!), the colour of the sky. Head in the clouds type of person.

Even so, they’re cautious and they approach the person they like with a lot of consideration. They’re very kind and patient. They want to get to know you slowly, but wholly. Like, your favourite cake or ice cream flavour, the music you listen to, what allergies you have😅; they want to know your mind, background and will gauge your character😝They want to make sure they’ve fallen head over heels for someone who’s just as kind as themselves!

It's important for them to do that because they’ve also been hurt quite a bit in life. Not necessarily romantically. But this is someone who’s seen the uglier nature of humans and they just don’t want to be taken advantage of. They’re someone who cares about the little details of the person they’re in love with and will also take care of the little things for that person. Very responsible and mature.

VIBE: THURSDAY by GOT7

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 10 of Pentacles

In all honesty, your Destined Person could be a little smothering to say the least👻They could be quite…naggy…? I mean, motherly?😜So the funny thing is, when they’re upset with you because they’re somehow jelly (whatever the cause/scenario might be) they become super protective, annoyingly attentive, and may even over-shower you with gifts and take you out on more dates. Maybe even expensive dates🤣

Their love language is gift and attention, so when they’re jealous, they just amp that volume up🤷🏻‍♀️Kinda childish, all things considered. But hey, look at the bright side. At least they’re not the type to play hot and cold, or leave you hanging and silent-treating you, none of that confusing passive-aggressive bullshit.

When they’re jealous, they wanna get closer to you. They’ll send more texts asking if you’re alright, how’s your day been and all that. When they’re upset, they still wanna communicate with you, that’s why they take you out on dates so you get a chance to talk more. As silly they could be at times, it's kinda heartwarming🥺

VIBE: Somebody! by Loco & Hwasa

when they’re with YOU~ – Knight of Pentacles

First of all, your Destined Person is not exactly the type that knows how to express their feelings verbally. If they could be more honest, they want you to know that you make everything in the world worthwhile for them. It could be that they’d prayed for you for quite some time. You remind them of all that could be good about this world. Because, you make them feel… young but at the same time, more adult, more responsible.

Your Destined Person is generous and has a big heart. After knowing each other for quite a while, they wouldn’t mind hearing all about your past—even traumatic past (if you had one). They want to know where you came from and what’s made you the wonderful person they fell in love with.

Although they could be quite smothering (in the beginning) they eventually learn about freedom (from you). They’ll realise they want to take care of you in the way that suits you! They’re sensitive, considerate, respectful like that; and you’re so wonderful to them they'd do anything to please you. They’re the type that endeavours to make everything in your world OK. They want to be your HERO~

VIBE: Need To Know by Jay Park

Their Inner World🔻💚

who they are with themselves – Gold Geographer (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Intellect

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Pile 2 – Devoted Maniac

when they’re in love – 7 of Wands Rx

WOW, your Destined Person is not the type to ‘fall in love’ easily. This person is probably psychic and it’s like, they’re looking for The One. It’s been like that since they were young. Whether or not your person is traditionally spiritual, they’re guided by their Soul. They know they have a soulmate, a divine counterpart—a destined person—who’s just for them.

Highkey they look for you in every person they’ve ever had a crush on—even a mini crush. And if they’re young, they may not even be consciously aware that they’re searching for you. But because of this, they’ve always had rather specific requirements. People might even tell them that what they’re looking for in a person is unrealistic because they’re too specific. Little do others know, they’re describing you~🤭

When they’re in love though, this can be a bit of an obsessive person. They don’t think about other people, aren’t interested; they have eyes only for the person who’s totally caught their attention. They’re a devoted person, intense and charismatic. Chances are, they have Scorpio influences. And… they can be a bit (a lot) selfish, too😝Pssst... they'll recognise you in an instant in a crowd of grey-suited individuals🧵🪡🧶

VIBE: FOCUS ON ME by Jus2

when they get jealous or upset ;) – IX The Hermit

Whether your Destined Person is an extrovert or introvert, they have a tendency of wanting to be alone. Especially when they’re super duper upset. They need the time and space to gather and sort out the shit on their mind. Pretty mature, if you think about it. But sometimes they go too far and… they dwell too long in negative thoughts and feelings.

They’re not great with expressing verbally emotions that eat them up from the inside. And because they don’t want to hurt other people’s feelings, even when they’re upset with you because they’re jealous (whatever the reason/scenario may be) they choose to hold back from saying anything and would rather disappear into the void.

In that miserable aloneness they think non-stop about the words they want you to hear. Words like: but you’re The One for me; don’t you see you belong with me?; why can’t I be the coolest person in your eyes?; there’s no one else like me, just look at me!; haven’t you seen me in your dreams?; I’ve seen you in mine that’s why I know you’re MY destined one now look at me and be with me!😅

VIBE: IN THIS WORLD feat. Sakamoto Ryuichi by MONDO GROSSO

when they’re with YOU~ – 2 of Pentacles Rx

‘You’re beyond compare.’ ‘Nothing and no one else catches my attention the way you’ve brought me to my knees.’ ‘I’d do anything in my power to serve, please you.’ ‘I live for you; I exist for you alone.’ ‘You’re forever irreplaceable.’ ‘I plead you, don’t ever leave me alone in this graveyard of a world.’🪢

Your Destined Person, as you can see, is an intense and strange person. They’re unique and kinda have a world of their own. A creative, passionate individual. When they’re with you, just by your sheer presence all of those qualities seem to get amplified. It’s intense; so obsessed; like they’re possessed. What they feel for you can often be menacing for themselves. Feelings most people aren’t familiar with, let alone know how to handle well.

At some point, this person might try to distance themselves from you. They’re kinda freaked out by the intensity of their own emotions and don’t want you to think less of them because of what they themselves perceive as them being silly, crazy even. They think there’s something wrong with them, although they blame you for causing it, too. Still, this person is your The One; they’re devoted and loyal and couldn’t bring themselves to love you less. When they return to you, they’ll be begging on their knees🙇🏻

VIBE: Take Me by Miso; Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

Their Inner World🔻🧡

who they are with themselves – Silver Magus (Merlin)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 3 – Cosmic Lover

when they’re in love – 0 The Fool Rx

Since the day your Destined Person was born, they have always known what Love is supposed to be and look like. This is someone serious who will not play around. For them, Love is sacred. In romance, too, whatever conveniences might be at stake, if it isn’t Love it’s not worth a goddamn dime. They know how to break a connection almost in an instant.

When they came into this world, they already knew they’re meant to meet someone special (ahem! you!) so… as wise they may appear to be, they kind of have this frantic feeling of needing to find someone. They may have had a lot of crushes their entire life—every one of those crushes holding a puzzle piece that resembles YOU🧩Guiding them towards understanding who you are and what you look like in this incarnation.

You made a promise to find each other in this life. They vowed to love and have children with you. A major mission behind your incarnations. The bloodline created from their union with you will leave a lasting impact in the world. You’re meant to have an amazing ride in this Matrix.

Call them naughty but, your Destined Person is a major tease. They can, and know how to, drive you mad with just their enigmatic gaze. They leave you breathless and you’re thrilled non-stop! Consider yourself warned🤭This is someone mega HOT. And possessive. And territorial.

VIBE: Naughty by Red Velvet IRENE & SEULGI

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 3 of Wands Rx

In spite of the tons of crushes, your Destined Person really hasn’t dated that many times before you. So they can’t really deal with the complex, negatively polarised emotions that come with being romantically attracted to someone. When jealous, they might even resort to anger outbursts. Not that they mean to behave like that, though. They’re just hopeless.

A bit childish. Indeed, they’re lacking experience in this aspect of life; you know, romance. But also, they don’t like losing. The idea that you might be more attracted to someone else burns them to the core of their being. I think it’s because they also know from the Soul level that you belong with them. So like, ‘What’s the deal with you paying more attention to someone who’s not me?!’ kind of attitude. Sounds like major Fire (Aries, Leo, Sag) influences.

Their entire sense of self relies on you devoting yourself to them. But this is a wise person, they eventually learn to transcend their self-esteem issues and become confident in what and who they are as a person. But they do need a lot of attention and affection from you because they’re clingy as fuck!👻

VIBE: Love Theory by Taeyong x Wonstein

when they’re with YOU~ – 10 of Cups

Above everything else, they feel safe when they’re with you. You are everything they’ve ever dreamt of (obvi!) and they’re glad, and grateful. To them, you’re the whole package. God’s most precious gift. They want to cherish you, cook for you, take care of you in every way. They want to make your world OK as you’ve made theirs.

Even so, your Destined Person is afflicted with an inexplicable sorrow. They somehow feel like the time they spend with you is never enough. Like everything is just a fleeting dream that could dissolve at any minute. The time they share with you feels unreal no matter how long you’ve been together. Like at any time, it could all just be taken away from them.

Their heart is always tender when they’re with you. It is surely happiness, gladness, but also poignant sweetness. Even as time passes, this person never reduces their gentle affection towards you. For as long as you know them, they’ll always be the same♥️They could have more than one child with you~

VIBE: SUNSET by Nayeon

Their Inner World🔻💜

who they are with themselves – Green Magus (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Magick

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[itsmealaiah]

Hii!! It’s like 3am and my mind is running wild lmao. Could you write bill with a gn!reader who’s the fifth member of the band and they’re all at an interview when the interviewer points out the hickey on bills neck and bill fumbled over his words since he doesn’t know how to say something without outing him and reader since they’ve been secretly hooking up.

Also, sorry for all of the male and gender neutral reader requests but most stuff is all Afab or fem reader and I don’t really have the writing skills to write my own fics.

(Love the work, keep it up💕)

aww thank you!! its okay 😩 i love writing for gn or male readers like @jkloserdazai and @tokio-motel

Little hickey

pairing: bill x male/ gn reader

tags/ warnings: internalized homophobia, reader having a hickey, embarrassment, reader crying, comfort throughout, bill and reader being scared of being outed

a/n: this hit a lil close to home, love whoever the fuck you want, it shouldn't matter

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

I gently scratched my fingernail against the hickey on my neck, the one Bill had given me last night. It was still there, a faint reminder of the passionate make-out session we'd shared in the back of his tour bus. I glanced over at Bill, sitting across from me at the interview table. He was nervously fidgeting with a pen, his long fingers twisting and turning the plastic casing. He didn't seem to notice the interviewer's gaze lingering on the mark on his neck, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

We'd been doing these interviews all day, promoting our new album, and so far, everything had been going smoothly. Until now. I didn't know how to explain the hickey without outing us both, but I couldn't let Bill take the fall for something he'd done to me. The interviewer cleared his throat, and I knew I had to say something.

"Oh, that?" I tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, I mean, we were just hanging out last night, you know, having a little pre-tour party, and things just got a little out of hand." My heart raced as I said it, hoping that my words would sound natural and not too forced. Bill shot me a grateful smile from across the table, but the interviewer's expression didn't change.

"So, you're saying you two are close?" he pressed, still not letting it go. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. Bill shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly not knowing how to respond without giving us away. "As in, romantically close?" The interviewer's eyebrow raised, and I could feel my stomach knot up.

I glanced at Bill, trying to gauge his reaction, but he was looking at the floor, his lips pressed together in a tight line. I couldn't let him take the fall for this. I had to say something. "Well, you know how it is in a band," I began, trying to play it off as if we were just close friends who happened to have a little fun sometimes. "We've been through so much together, we're like family. Sometimes the lines can get blurred."

Bill nodded in agreement, finally meeting the interviewer's gaze. "Yeah, that's true," he said, his voice steady. "We're just really close, you know? It's not like we're… I mean, we're not…" He trailed off, and I could tell he was struggling to keep up the charade.

I reached across the table and squeezed his hand, silently urging him to keep going. "It's just how we are," I chimed in, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. "We've been through so much together, and we trust each other completely. It's not a big deal."

The interviewer leaned back in his chair, considering our responses. He didn't say anything for a moment, and the silence in the room was deafening. Finally, he nodded slowly, as if he'd come to some sort of decision. "Alright," he said, "let's move on to another topic."

The relief was palpable as he shifted the focus of the interview. Bill and I exchanged grateful glances across the table, our hands still clasped tightly together beneath the table. We both knew that we'd managed to get through that part unscathed, but I couldn't help but feel a weight settle heavily in my chest.

As the rest of the interview progressed, we answered questions about the new album, our upcoming tour, and our favorite memories from the past decade together. There were a few more tense moments where Bill and I had to subtly reassure each other with squeezes of the hand or discreet glances, but for the most part, we made it through unharmed.

Once the interview was over, we thanked the interviewer and made our way backstage. The moment we were alone, Bill pulled me into a hug, his lips finding my ear. "I don't know how you did that," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I thought I was going to have to come clean about everything."

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. "I couldn't let you do that," I murmured, nuzzling my face into his neck. "We're in this together, remember? Always." He nodded against my hair, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath.

We stood there for a long moment, just holding each other, before finally pulling away. "Come on," I said with a small smile, "let's get out of here and celebrate. We made it through that okay." Bill nodded, his expression still a little somber, but he followed me as I led the way out of the room.

As we made our way through the backstage maze, I couldn't help but wonder how many more times we'd have to endure moments like that. It was only a matter of time before someone else would catch on to the truth. But for now, we could enjoy this brief respite from the scrutiny of the world.

Bill was quiet for the rest of the evening, his mind no doubt still reeling from the interview. I knew how much pressure he was under, being the lead singer and all. He had to be strong for the rest of the band, but sometimes I wished he could just be honest with himself about how he really felt.

As we made our way back to our separate rooms, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in my chest. Even though we had managed to survive another crisis, I knew that this wasn't a life that either of us truly wanted. The constant lies, the secrets, the fake smiles… it was all starting to weigh on us.

I paused outside Bill's door, my hand hovering over the knob. I wanted nothing more than to slip inside and crawl into bed with him, to wrap my arms around him and promise that everything would be okay. But I knew that wasn't the answer. Not tonight.

Instead, I took a deep breath and continued down the hall to my own room. As I undressed in the dim light, I could feel the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I climbed into bed, drawing the covers up to my chin, and closed my eyes.

Tears began to well up in my eyes as I thought about our situation, about how much we'd been through together and how much more we still had to endure. I couldn't help but wonder if things would ever get better for us, if we'd ever be able to find some sort of happiness.

The sound of footsteps approaching my room snapped me back to reality. In a panic, I wiped my eyes dry and composed myself as best I could. It was only a matter of time before someone came to check on me. I didn't want them to see me like this.

The door swung open, revealing Bill in his pajamas, his hair disheveled and his eyes red-rimmed. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with concern. I forced a smile, even though it hurt to do so. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just exhausted"

He didn't seem convinced, but he didn't push further. Instead, he climbed onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in a gentle embrace. It was a familiar gesture, one that always made me feel safe and protected. "If you ever need to talk, you know you can," he said softly.

I nodded against his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. "I know," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. "I just wish things could be different."

Bill squeezed me a little tighter, his breath hot against my hair. "Me too," he murmured. "Me too." We lay there in silence for a while, the weight of our secret pressing down on us like a physical presence. Despite everything, I found comfort in the simple closeness of his touch.

Eventually, I mustered up the strength to speak. "I'm sorry if I made things harder for you today," I said, my voice barely audible. "I never want you to feel like you have to protect me."

Bill turned his head so he could look at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and frustration. "I don't," he said firmly. "I'm always going to look out for you, no matter what. But I wish we didn't have to go through this alone."

His words were like a balm to my aching heart. "Me too," I whispered, pressing my cheek against his chest. "Me too." As the silence stretched out between us, I found myself hoping against hope that somehow, some way, things would get better. That one day we wouldn't have to hide anymore. That we could finally be honest with each other and with the world.

[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

[pix3lplays]

PIXEL!! I JUST READ YOUR POST ABOUT READER AS MEEK AS A SHEEP, AND I REALLY LOVE IT

Can i request the similar one like that, but the reader is just actually good at hiding her expressions and true feeling? Like- the reader is kinda manipulative to say the least

-🦉Anon

Oooh intriguing~

Tw! MANIPULATION

-Reader is extremely manipulative-

Jing Yuan: I think this man knows that he’s being manipulated…he doesn’t care. He kinda likes the way you think that you’re playing him for a fool. I think he’s genuine with you most of the time though, and eventually you’ll start revealing more and more of your true self once you realize he’s not so easily manipulated. He sorta…cracks your mask, in a way.

Luocha: now Here is a manipulative man. You’re BOTH playing each other, playing up this sweet and innocent act. And the best part is, you both know the other is tricking you, but you can’t gauge what they’re really like… It’s amazing how long the two of you play this game, too. But you’re both determined to learn the other’s secrets, so the game goes on. All the way up until neither of you can stand it anymore and you just…reveal your true colors at the same time. You’re both manipulative little creatures that just couldn’t handle getting a taste of your own medicine anymore…

Blade: I think Blade would know he was being manipulated by you. But in a way he doesn’t care. He already has one manipulative person in his life (Kafka), so what’s one more? He doesn’t really fall for it, so he doesn’t indulge you, and eventually you get frustrated and reveal your true colors and he honestly likes the real you much more than the meek mask you like to put on.

[lonelywhalien22]

constant

pairing: sangyeon x reader

rating/genre: fluff + comfort <3

summary: after a long week of work, you and sangyeon barely have anything left in you to give, but what you do have you give to each other. selflessly.

warnings: none, just people choosing to love each other even when they’re exhausted <3

word count: 2.2k

song(s) to listen to while reading: good for you by eric nam, constant by jesse barrera ft. jeremy passion <3

note: back at it again with another comfort fic that i polished up from my old drafts. probably tmi but a while back i was listening to an episode of a podcast that was all about long-term partnership and this one idea of each partner rating their current level of capacity in a given moment was just fascinating to me. and then i wrote this wishing i had someone in my life like that. if that barely makes sense just read and you’ll get what im describing hopefully hehe. i'm in love with this type of relationship so i hope you enjoy <3

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Sangyeon stepped through the door of your shared apartment that Friday evening to find that you were sitting comfortably in the living room with the television on, the sun having already set and the noise of commuters driving home having finally died down outside. It was quiet and peaceful, and his shoulders instantly relaxed as he finally shook off some of his work worries and thought ahead to the weekend - to finally getting to wind down with you and sleep in for the first time in too long.

“Hey babe,” you heard him say softly as you finally turned to look at him from your spot on the couch. You could see the tiredness radiating from his body, a large hand raking through his hair to push it out of his face as he gave you a little smile before hanging his jacket on one of the hooks you’d put up by the door.

You wished you could smile back but you’d had a rough day yourself - tired from work and getting stuck in traffic as you’d worried about a million little things on the way home.

He groaned as he noticed your expression, finally making his way over to you as he rubbed a hand over the back of your hair softly and gave you a peck on the forehead before plopping down on the couch. You couldn’t help but soften your expression when you felt his calming touches. That was Sangyeon – he was nothing if not instantly calming.

“Tell me where you’re at right now,” he asked of you softly, voice low as if he didn’t want to disturb your quiet. You turned to look at him, your eyes completely drained, and you could see the instant concern that radiated from him as you responded, even through his own tired eyes.

“I’m at like a 3 right now.”

Sometime after the two of you started dating you came up with a system to rate your emotional capacity at any given moment on a scale of 1 to 10. It seemed weird but it was really just a way for you both to quickly gauge how the other was feeling and know whether one of you was able to carry more of the load on any given day. The higher the number, the higher your capacity.

“I’m at a 4,” Sangyeon said immediately, and you gave him a pout.

It seemed like recently whenever you both happened to have bad days he always tried to be just a little higher than you so he could be the one to take care of things – take care of you. He didn’t like for you to worry about him even though you knew he needed to be taken care of too sometimes, just like anyone else. You made a mental note that from now on, you’d say your numbers at the same time.

“Sangyeon. Be honest with me.”

“I’ve had worse days,” he brushed your concerns away, easing around the subject.

You noticed how he didn’t try to insist he was telling you the truth about how he was feeling. Sangyeon always took his words seriously, treating them with a carefulness that almost rivaled how he treated you. He never was one to outright lie, and so after one too many times of buried feelings in the past, you’d learned how to read between the lines of his words. Sure, he may have had worse days, but that didn’t mean today wasn’t a particularly bad one.

You rubbed his arm a few times before shifting closer to him on the couch and resting your head against his chest. He wrapped an arm across your waist and pulled you in even closer, giving you another kiss in your hair as the two of you held each other. His movements comforted you, but you also knew that this was what he did to comfort himself after a long day. Doting on you was how he released his frustration sometimes.

He smelled like the laundry you two did together last weekend mixed with the day’s efforts and a hint of something that you could only describe as uniquely him, and if you were being honest you probably could have fallen asleep right there in his arms. But instead you kept rubbing your hand against his back in that way you knew he liked, hoping he’d relax some more and finally let go of whatever it was he’d been carrying all day like you wanted him to.

Eventually he released a deep sigh at your ministrations, and you felt his muscles relax underneath your palm. You hid the tiny smile that appeared on your lips, burying your head closer into his chest as he finally spoke up.

“Work was just a lot. Has been all week, but especially today.”

You hummed at his words gently.

“Did rehearsal go into overtime again?” And in response you felt him nod against your skin, the crook of his head now pressed into your neck.

“There was this one part we just really struggled to get in sync. And I kept worrying that I was messing up everyone else.” Sangyeon sighed again and you tried to hold onto him even tighter at those words. You knew how much he hated feeling like he wasn’t being a good leader to his group. How much he tended to carry that weight on his shoulders without a single complaint.

“I’m sorry babe. I can tell you’ve had a long day. You must be tired.”

“I’m sure you’re just as tired as me,” he said then, refusing to let you dismiss your own worries in your attempts to comfort him. Your mind drifted back to all the stuff you’d dealt with today.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he mumbled into your neck, breaking you out of your train of thought as he kissed the spot gently. You couldn’t help but smile a little at that despite your stress, combing your fingers through the strands at the back of his head as you thought about it for moment before finally responding.

“Not yet,” you answered. “What I really need right now is you. Holding me. Just like this. I missed you so much today.”

Sangyeon didn’t stress it, simply giving you what you asked for. After years of being together, he knew this was just how you were – you kept the complexities of your mind to yourself until you could really articulate what it was you wanted to say. And he was always there when you were finally ready to lay it all on him, even at the most random of times. He was always waiting for you with open arms, and you loved him for that.

“I missed you too. Did you eat?”

He separated himself from your hold just enough to look at you directly then, and you pursed your lips guiltily.

“No…but I did pick up some takeout.”

You had a bad habit of waiting to eat dinner until Sangyeon got home so the two of you could eat together - especially on Fridays, when he had the highest chances of getting back at a decent hour. That meant that sometimes you went without food for longer than was acceptable to him. Not to mention you’d toss and turn all night from the lack of digestion before bed. When you couldn’t sleep he couldn’t either, no matter how tired he was.

You looked up at him sheepishly then and you could tell he was about to scold you, but before he could, the two of you heard the loud rumble of his stomach.

“Uh…” Sangyeon started with his own guilty look.

You giggled, a smirk forming on your lips. The blush on his face was unmistakable as he averted his eyes from yours, rubbing the back of his reddening neck.

“Let’s eat,” you said, taking charge then.

You got up before he could hold you back with those tempting hands of his and began filling up two plates, grabbing water for the both of you as well and making your way back to the couch. He looked at you gratefully as he took a plate from your hands, eager to dig in. The two of you ate in silence, you spooning yourself up servings of kimchi fried rice while Sangyeon dove into a container of noodles and some egg rolls, his favorite from this spot a few blocks away from your place. He finished his food first, like he always did, sipping on his water as he stared over at you reverently.

“What?” You asked as you swallowed another mouthful of rice, a rare moment of self-consciousness bubbling up inside of you.

“I just like seeing you eat well. That’s all.”

He leaned in then and gave you a peck on your lips. It tasted faintly sweet like the sauce from his egg rolls and even though you knew he was trying to be quick you still got lost in it like you did every time he kissed you, closing your eyes for a moment before he pulled away.

“Uh uh, finish eating first and then let’s get ready for bed,” he chided, and you rolled your eyes, trying to finish the rest of your food as quickly as possible.

You’d already showered so once you were done eating you worked on brushing your teeth and cleaning your face as Sangyeon hopped into the shower. The two of you were so used to sharing space by now that you didn’t even blink twice as he took his shirt off before he even reached the bathroom. He finished undressing and slipped into the stream of warm water while you focused on yourself in the mirror, proud that you only peaked at his silhouette through the shower curtains once while he was cleaning up.

You were in bed laying under the sheets with a book in your hands when he finally got out of the bathroom, a look of pure bliss on his face as he put his towel away and made his way over to your shared bed. You could tell that, just as usual, he was feeling much better after a good shower.

He rolled under the sheets before leaning over towards you, his head craning towards your neck as he gave you another kiss there, this one slightly longer. You could feel the softness of his lips and smell the lavender scent of his shampoo, even noticing how smooth and soft the little bits of his skin that touched yours were from the lotion you always urged him to use.

You closed your book immediately and set it on the nightstand because you knew you wouldn’t be able to read a single word with him right beside you like this. Sangyeon shuffled even closer to you then, your shoulders touching as he raised his head to be at eye level again. His large hand landed on your thigh, the rough calluses of his palm contrasting with how gently he touched you and making goosebumps rise on your skin. You knew he was only touching you in a comfort sort of way but somehow it still made butterflies appear in your stomach - just like the first time the two of you ever laid together.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you looked over at him, not wanting to disrupt such a precious moment.

“For what?” he asked, a genuine curiosity lighting up his face.

You just tilted your head and shook it serenely, a tiny sigh leaving your lips.

“For taking care of me. Even when you’re exhausted.”

‘’Of course. I should be thanking you too, you know. I love you.”

He always said those three words so easily, like he was just breathing in air or blinking. They came out on instinct because at this point it was just a fact - he’d known for a while now that you were forever a part of him, simple as that.

You didn’t respond with words, instead leaning in with hooded eyes and cupping the side of his face with your hand. You kissed him softly, trying to tell him how you were feeling with your lips. Words had never come that easily to you.

He tilted his head and intensified the kiss, nipping at your lips a few times but keeping the pace slow and his kisses deep. You could feel his hair pressed against your forehead from how close he was and after a while it just felt like you were melting into each other somehow.

When you finally parted, he finished with another quick peck before quickly turning out the lamp on his side and pulling you into his arms, the two of you making yourselves comfortable as you laid down in bed.

“Come here,” Sangyeon mumbled in playful stubbornness, pulling you impossibly closer as you giggled.

Your head laid on his chest with an arm draped across his waist while his arm was securely wrapped around yours. The pairs of your legs tangled together seamlessly under the sheets as he laid on his back and you on your side, nestled into him.

As your eyes finally drifted closed, a whisper of “I love you too,” slipped from between your lips while your fingers rubbed back and forth across his wide chest, luring you to sleep.

“I know baby. I know.”

[doodle-pops]

Celebrimbor NSFW Alphabet

Request: Could I request a Celebrimbor NSFW alphabet? - @lightningcapacitor

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Celebrimbor is on high alert when it comes to your body and emotions after sex. Gauging every change in your facial expression, if you whined or felt the need to cry; he wants to be able to notice these signs to either prevent or prepare to help you deal with them. A quiet person who also wishes to bask in the post-orgasmic state that your intimacy provided. Usually, you both lie beside each other or you rest your head on his chest with your limbs hallway across and him massaging the knots. Not much conversation is performed after such a vigorous activity using up your breaths and voice. An occasional chuckle will be heard here and there, but mostly, he just wishes to lie with you in paradise. Should you wish to clean up immediately, he’ll accompany you, but first, allow him to enjoy the bliss.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms would be his favoured body part given his latest observation when it comes to you staring and loving to cling to them. Whether it be sleeping on his arms or having them wrap around you as you both indulge in cuddling, Celebrimbor has become aware of the effects they have on you. However, his favourite is when you would grip them for dear life, leaving behind crescent moon markings, as he pleasures you. Your hands and mouth are always on them, biting or clawing due to the pleasure being just right.  He can’t help but blush at the sight of his arms being littered with dozens of marks the next day which leads him to cover up in the forges.

On you, he loves your eyes and how expressive they can be. Something so simple as appearing before you or saying ‘I love you’ leaves a twinkle in them that Celebrimbor can’t help but gain butterflies from. Eyes are the windows to the soul and yours are the most expression which gives him the advantage of knowing your level of pleasure as he fills you up just right. The little eye rolls or crossing as he enters every time gets his head spinning. Just knowing how consumed you are by him is enough pleasure your Celebrimbor.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh boy, breeding kink is there for him but he runs from it as though it’s a nightmare given the reputation his family left behind and the stigma. Furthermore, after having a rough life with his father, he doesn’t believe he’s the suitable material to be one, hence, his pull-out game is strong. Don’t get it wrong, he enjoys releasing inside you and basking in the warmth you provide, but not often. He opts for releasing on your lower stomach or your mouth if you are sucking him off, but he never did like the idea of doing the latter at first. He found it degrading, but later enjoyed the artwork of his cum on you. When he does cum on your lower stomach, to him, it’s easier to clean up and the sight is spectacular.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a submissive side to him and would combust if someone were to learn given the typical macho personality that the males of the house of Fёanor portray. Sometimes, he wishes to lay back and have someone take care of him, being their submissive and obeying their commands readily—he’s an obedient sub. This side of him plays out in his life in Middle Earth and reborn in Valinor. When in Middle Earth, the urge to be submissive is caused by the stress of being a Lord, but in Valinor, it’d performed under the notion of needing to be cared for and loved given his encounter with a certain individual. Celebrimbor just needs to know that there is someone capable of making him feel safe.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Celebrimbor is very skittish; he may have read books and received advice from his trusted friends or Lords, but he’s still skittish. The most intimate sign of affection you both would have performed was kissing with a little more aggressiveness due to stress and that was all. The idea of lying naked in a bed with you and being so physically vulnerable makes him nervous. He’s spent all his life in the forges and fighting war, no one had ever sat him down and given him a life talk about him one day finding a spouse or partner and having to bond with them. The lucky thing is that he’s a blacksmith, and like all blacksmiths,, they are observant and careful with fragile and beautiful creations. Celebrimbor is a quick learner so within a few sessions between you both, he would appear more confident that the last.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

As a big boy (that cuffing song is in my head) who spent years at war and in the forges, he’s muscular and huge. He has the strength to hold you in his arms with ease and lift you up and down his length. It’s impressive and quite attractive to observe how dedicated he is as he’s lifting your petite body along his length and being enthralled by the sheer size difference between you both. It is also safer to say that he does prefer you on top to ensure that he doesn’t crush you under his weight.

So that also means, he enjoys seeing you riding him. Just watching you with hazy eyes as you struggle to fit all of him is such a turn-on for Celebrimbor. Your much smaller body, sitting atop his and riding him to your delight. It’s a position used for him to also enjoy the feeling of being a submissive secretly since he normally lets you do your stuff when he asks you to ride. The position is perfect for him to also have access to many body parts of yours, from your breast to gripping your hips and thighs to lift you up and down when you’re struggling or getting a perfect view of the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen.

Having you under him is also an option when he feels his size kink bubbling from observing your petite figure all day or week. If not, whenever Tyelpё is feeling sentimental and wishes for a soft session, he’ll have you under him and careful not to use too much force to break or injure you. His body quickly covers yours as he gives you his body and soul and all the passion he has to offer. The position also allows him to easily manipulate your legs should he feel for it; simply resting them in the crook of his elbows.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ah, yes and no. In the beginning, Tyelpё would not appreciate you laughing given it’s his first time and he’s still learning the ropes around your body and intimacy. He is focused and severe and would enjoy it if you refrained from laughing during the moment, it’s alright if you joke about it after but don’t let it be about his skills or mistake, he takes it to heart. As the years roll on after many intimate moments, Tyelpё is more open to sharing good laughter with you should your head bump against one another or he grazes near your tickle spots.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hate to break it to you all, but this big baby has zero strands or specs of hair. Not even a happy trail ☹

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned, his favourite body part of yours is your eyes and they are the windows to your soul, thus, he wants to have eye contact the majority of the time. He needs to be aware of your emotions during the moment to determine whether or not you’re in pain or pleasure. The idea of seeing how glossy and distant they become when the pleasure becomes too much helps to get him off faster. If you didn’t catch on, he’s a pleaser and gets off pleasing. Things like gentle touches, kissing and eye contact are essential to him and please, moan like your life depended on it, it’s music to his ears.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He heard about it and knew how to conduct the activity, but due to being so focused on his messed up life and attempting to get things in order, this baby had no time for that. Even when you came into the picture, he never felt the need to express his interest in you in that manner; to him, it was as though he was degrading you to nothing but an object. Celebrimbor is the type to wait until you are both intimately engaged before stepping out of his boundaries to experiment, and when he does, it’s simple. Mainly occurs when he’s stressed and you’re busy or tired or he doesn’t wish to bother you, he’d sit in his bathtub and quietly get himself off to memories of your times together. It’s not all the time he does this though since you’re able to determine when he’s stressed and sort the issue out, so he doesn’t deprive himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not an over-kinky baby but does have some nice kinks, nonetheless. First of all, his size kink after years of being the forges and fighting war. Tyelpё has indeed gained tons of muscles which adds to his massive form and gives him a giant-like appearance. Anyone who stands beside him would appear tiny, that includes you, his most precious gem. He loves how little you are compared to him, which prompts you both to take your time when. You would always make comments about he’s always so big and that you’re amazed he could still fit despite the tightness. Those words always get his head spinning especially when he witnesses it also.

In addition to the size kink, he enjoys the stomach bulging—just seeing the size differences between you both and how visible it is. A hand is always pressing down on your stomach as he comments about how much he has consumed you or how much he fills you up. This is why he either lets you ride him or remain under him, it’s easy for his massive hand to easily splay over your abdomen and lightly press—he sometimes intertwines your hands together and lay it over the bulge.

Now, he is a Fёanorian and it’s in his DNA as much as he attempts to shy from it, but it comes naturally and that’s breeding. When he does decide to cum within you, he enjoys turning the session into a breeding session, just releasing everything and watching how consumed you become. The sight of you filled with his release and dripping with the ring of cream at the base of his length is a feral turn-on for the Fёanorian. Tyelpё had never believed that he would enjoy a kink like this one, primarily as it derived from his family. It only happens once in a blue moon though.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Behind closed doors like your bedroom, his study and if you’re lucky, his forge since it’s private and away from the others. However, overall this hunky baby prefers the bedroom since his mind is adjusted to it being a place of absolute privacy and comfort. Most, if not all your activities will be conducted behind closed doors where he can hear all your moans and cries of his name.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is an extremely sentimental person who uses sex as a way of physically expressing himself when his words fail him or fall short. When he looks at you and captures a sense of love and adoration or realises how lucky he is for having you in his life, he gets the urge to show it. Soft kisses and tiny words of praise with gentle tugs to your arms to lead you back to your private chamber. If he’s stressed, Tyelpё is hesitant to approach you for help relieving himself. It’s instead you realising that and approaching him—either way, he’s grateful.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In any lifetime he lives in, no degradation, humiliation, threesome, heavy DBSM or blood. He’s suffered and experienced both directly and indirectly, and all he needs is someone to give him lots of love and affection through quiet and tender moments. If you have to introduce a new play to the bedroom, he prefers you discuss it with him beforehand.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A giver and pleaser who shies away from receiving (look, just push him and love him) unless you beg or push him down onto the bed and do what you must. Tyelpё doesn’t mind spending hours between your leg so long as you are pleasured and pleased. Moan his name, tug his hair, scream his name and show him all the signs that he’s doing an excellent job, that’s all that matters to him. Because he’s such a muscular baby, wrapping your thighs around his head is also welcomed and suffocation doesn’t bother him, he’s strong enough to unwrap your legs if needed. Whether you want him on his knees or you sitting on his face, Tyelpё is down for it.

As for receiving, you need to push him down and clamber atop him, making it clear that your desire is to please him. Hesitant and shy about the ordeal at first because he couldn’t believe you were about to pleasure him in such a manner. He is reticent and reluctant with his moans and groans; the most you’ll get out of him is a few breathless sighs and your name being said in a dreamy voice. His hands would be fumbling around, unsure if to have them in your hair or not, you’re going to have guided his hands for him. Although oral on his behalf doesn’t play out in every session or most, it has become a great way of relieving his stress.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, and it all depends on his mood at the given moment. If Tyelpё is stressed and frustrated, you can expect the session to become more fast-paced and rougher than usual. He still has a clear mind when he’s giving it to you roughly, not wanting to hurt you. But the session becomes slow and sensual when he’s feeling soft and down in his emotions. Lots of eye contact and kissing, whispering of praises and pressing your body close to one another. He’s down for the entire romantic package.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s a fifty-fifty feeling with him on the idea of quickies because it prevents him from being able to perform as fully as he wishes. All the foreplay and sweet, sentimental words of adoration are cut short during quickies and everything is rushed. To him, it lacks the emotional depth that is typically built between you both during a regular session. However, at the end of the day, he turns to them when the temperature rises and the flame needs to be put out before he combusts.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

When he’s reborn, he’ll take the slight risk of allowing you to tie him up or blindfold him, but only for romantic sessions to help alleviate the mood and nothing else. He doesn’t need you to add any other form of aggression to the sensory deprivation that’s occurring with him. As for Middle Earth, he’ll excuse the quickies in the forges as the most significant risk he’s willing to stretch with. Knowing that the both of you can possibly get caught, despite it being his private forges, it inveigles him to become rougher.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

In one night, Tyelpё could have two to three rounds with you lasting twenty to half an hour minutes each. Sometimes, your round can stretch on even longer if he wishes to try a new act. Truth be told, the round depends on him and his ability to control his release (decent). With him, no round goes unfinished with you experiencing at least two orgasms. He puts his blood, sweat and tears into ensuring your pleasure comes first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Quicker uses toys on you and would indulge in making a few pieces to shyly surprise you with. May it be a spread-bar or a new pair of handcuffs—it would take him a while to warm up to the idea of making a dildo for you since he was available. Your drive would have to be higher than his for the idea of making a dildo to come about so you won’t have to pester him for sex constantly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tyelpё would admit, he enjoys teasing you and watching you squirm or hearing you beg. The whiney cries and whimpers of his name with the little glossy look in your eyes make him feel wanted and appreciated. To recognise that his lover wanted him to make them feel better is an act of pride. Not someone for public teasing and would do so only behind closed doors, especially when he was in the mood. A few kisses up your arms and neck, a nibble to your earlobe and his hot breath ghosting your kiss while he whispers about wanting you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More breathless sighs and whispers of your name with a few groans here and there, but he’s pretty quiet with his noise level and rather you make all the noise. You could be riding him till thy kingdom come and he’ll crack a tiny moan or groan ad that’s all. Even when you’re down on him, Tyelpё would simply whisper a few breathless sighs and release. Doesn’t shout or yell when releasing either, just buries his face in the crook of your neck and grunts followed by a sigh.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not a fan of taking you when clothed, but the exception would be when you’re decked out in all his jewellery and finest wear, from head to toe, covered in diamonds and pearls, rubies and emeralds and other gems dressed in silk and satin or lace. It gets him turned on and the urge to drag you off and have you all to himself becomes him. You can say a lot more feral and would take you before a mirror to have you observe how beautiful you appear before him (try reversing the situation with him and have him before the mirror).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boys have big packages and Celebrimbor is not for the faint-hearted folks. A perfect baby with lovely proportions from girth to length and yes, he’s above average. He has lots of veins to match the girth he has which gives his length a very textured image. He’s a shower, so from the moment he’s hard or not even hard, you can see the imprint visibly. Straight with zero degrees of curvature but can still hit that spot right off the bat with light difficulty.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Now, he loves the intimacy that sex brings between you both but doesn’t see the need to be lustful and greedy with the number of rounds you would engage in one night or week. As a newlywed, his stamina was much higher since discovering your body was important to him. However, as the years passed, his desire to go for long periods diminished. From sleeping with you once a week to three times a month or so, it changed to once every few months. Then, when his project came up, it plummeted.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re going to be fast asleep and in wonderland while his brain is racing with thoughts about you and his upcoming projects. It is highly rare that after a session, Tyelpё gets the urge to fall asleep next to you and when he does, it takes a lengthy period of time. You would be lying beside him or atop him and he’s just staring at how perfect you are for him before dozing off.

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[fatalism-and-villainy]

Okay, further rumination on the topic of ao3 comments and why they’re a less-than-satisfactory form of communication for me, because I have been rotating this topic in my mind and it is now smooth as a river stone (thanks @Hannibal watch buddy for that turn of phrase) -

I think part of what feels so foreign to me about ao3 comments is that I’ve just… very rarely felt the urge to talk to an author of a work of fiction that I’ve enjoyed. It’s not a natural impulse for me. When I have felt that urge, it’s usually been in response to theory and other such academic nonfiction, because part of the point of that stuff is to open a conversation. It’s a foundation that invites others to build upon it, in a way that includes the author. Fictional texts are also always open to more criticism, and when they’re really good they’re like a constant ever-expanding interpretive universe unto themselves. But with fiction, the author isn’t a part of that interpretive process, and in fact it’s detrimental for them to be.

So when I’m compelled to write up a reaction to a piece of media, it’s usually not an “author-friendly” form of engagement - either because it’s critical in some way (and it’s very rare that I have absolutely no quibbles with any piece of media, even if I like it and agree with what it’s doing interpretatively), or because it’s authoritative in such a way as to be overbearing and presumptuous when presented to the author themself. Or, to explain that second point more - most analytical points I might make would come together to form a “reading”, a claim on my part as to what a story is doing. And that doesn’t seem appropriate to me in author-reader interaction. So I often feel stifled when trying to share my thoughts on a story, particularly in a formal commenting context.

Another option for interaction with authors would be asking authors what their interpretation is, or what they were trying to get across, or whether they intended to evoke what I took away from the story. But the problem with that is that those feel more suited to a work that is still in progress, and ao3 isn’t a writers’ workshop. The fics are either already finished, or they’re ongoing, but readers aren’t a part of that writing and editing process.

And the other thing is that I’m just… very uncomfortable with intense displays of emotion. Even if I loved a story and was powerfully moved by it, it’s very difficult for me to express that enthusiasm in text form - it feels affected and stilted and unnatural. (And I also get uncomfortable seeing others’ unbridled enthusiasm in ao3 comments, when it’s presented in the form of “squeeing” - you know, with a lot of exclamation marks or keyboard smashes and whatnot. There’s nothing wrong with form of self-expression, but it’s not my thing and it’s not a cultural aspect of the site that I feel comfortable engaging in.)

So, my question to myself is: when and in what way does it feel natural to me to engage with fic writers on ao3 via comments, or to have readers engage with my fic?

And the answer to that, I think, is indicative of how academia shapes my approach to fandom. Because given the adaptational quality of fanfic, and the fact that it’s arising from shared contextual knowledge of the source material, my instinct and what I’m most comfortable with is to take the conference approach, and use the specific fic I’m reading or that I’ve written as a starting point to discuss the canon itself. And while some ao3 comment exchanges are centered on discussing and coming to a richer understanding of the source material, it’s far from guaranteed.

And on top of that, the comment culture on ao3 doesn’t have a lot of back-and-forth, or space or invitation to expand on your thoughts or build off each other. There’s no room for discussion to evolve. Everything you want to say has to be contained in one single comment - so if you don’t already know the author, it’s hard to gauge what kind of discussion they would even be open to. So frankly, I feel that the culture there incentivizes bland, form-letter comments and shallow discussion.

I feel a lot of these points from the author side of things, too. Sometimes I’ll get comments where people are interpreting or emotionally responding to my stories in a manner pretty distinct from my intention - and that’s inevitable! That’s what fiction does! Everybody takes away something different, and stories gain new life when they’re liberated from their creators’ meddling. But it makes me faintly uncomfortable, because I just… don’t know what to do with comments like that. It feels against my principles to correct people about their interpretation of fiction, because of, well, pretty much the entire ideology re: fiction and interpretation that I’ve laid out here. It’s different from meta, where it feels not only appropriate but the entire point of the format to engage with people’s interpretations of what you’re saying, and to say, “I actually interpret that differently” or “that’s not quite what I meant there”. But with fic… if I can’t discuss my own ideas and interpretations, as the author, I’d honestly rather not know what people think and feel. Or at least, I’d be open to a conversation about that, between fellow fans who are using my fic as a starting off point for discussion about the source material. But I’d much rather do that on discord, or some other platform that feels like it engenders actual conversations, rather than the one-two punch of “[compliment][gratitude]”.

And honestly, the reason I started writing fic at all, back in 2020, was because I wanted to retreat into my own world. I was weary of meta, and having to explain and justify my responses to the text. I still love meta, and it’s still the primary point of doing fandom at all for me. But sometimes, I do need a break from that, and need to be able to ensconce myself in my feelings about the text in a format that people can’t as easily poke holes in. So that’s partly why I’m considering turning off comments on ao3, at least just as an experiment, and having conversations about my fic on other platforms.

That, and perhaps I just need to start posting more meta to ao3. :)

[emmyrosee]

okay first request to Emmy, kinda nervous:

I’m 22, she/her, painfully straight and I’ve been in 2 major relationships throughout my entire life. The last one left me in pretty bad ruins + any talking stage after that with other people brought me deeper in despair. As I’m healing and learning and overall recovering from the burden of failed relationships, I notice that I now have a hard time accepting and giving into genuine/non-sexual physical touches. How do you think Ushijima and/or Iwaizumi would react to this….?

P/s: I love ur content so so SO MUCH!!! 🫶🏼🤧💞

Okay. First of all. FirST OF ALL- I love you ❤️

Secondly, there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with anything you just said, and if any one wants to make you feel as such, they’re losers who eat their boogers okay? Like. No. Ew. Your pace is valid, and I’ll scream it from the rooftops.

Thirdly!!! I’m glad you love my content, and thank you endlessly for supporting it 🥺❤️

Ushijima is a gentleman, through and through. For as oblivious to anyone having feelings for him that he is, there’s a tenderness with anyone he cares heavily for, be it a friend, or a significant other.

All his touches are genuine. He starts slow, he doesn’t want you to feel worried for his true feelings being anything less than love, and it starts extremely gentle; subtly reaching for your fingers to hold, a good morning text each and every morning, walking you to your door step and letting you decide if you want to kiss him.

And of course it comes up now and again, everyone had insecurities and fears, and when you express these to him- be it he’s moving far too fast or a little too slow- he adjusts them. He just nods and says “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You hold the reigns here. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”

Iwaizumi isn’t much different; he’s just easier to gauge how you feel easier, and there’s a lax, confident feeling just by being around him.

He’s always touching you. Some how. Some way. His fingers are laced with yours, or his arm tossed around your shoulders, or he’s holding your purse, or when you’re cuddling, his nose nudges against your cheek when he’s too shy to tell you he loves you. He just loves to be near you and give you all of his affection.

He’s playful, and roughhousing is just as such and he keeps it as such. He knows your boundaries, he keeps his paws from your zones until you’re ready- but he will still absolutely pounce on you to beat you up with a pillow I mean come on, it’s Hajime here-

He’s just. He’s so good. He never expects anything from you, be it sexual or otherwise. He pays for dates, he opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, he texts you every morning to see how you slept, and he loves your soul with every bit of his beating heart.

[captain-astors]

8, 16, 30, 43 for Furutui please 💜

Creatures.

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Subconsciously, the fact that the other cares whatsoever. They're incredibly accustomed to being unloved, and though they wouldn't admit that there's any genuine feeling to this (however sparse) they both like that part quite a lot. In a very fucked up way they keep each other going.

Consciously, they reason it out as the fact that the spontaneous nature of it makes them feel alive, in a time of otherwise just getting from point A (right now) to point B (death).

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

(I already did 16 so, I asked my friend for a random number between 8 and 30, he gave me 13. Hopefully that's fine.)

They aren't apart very frequently due to their positions, but Koori doesn't actually care that much besides the vague repressed notion that his distraction is gone, and it feels worse. Furuta feels slightly bored and pesters him over the phone occasionally, sometimes with actual work stuff, but mostly with random bullshit. However, he's busy too so for the most part they wait it out. Calling each other just to talk implies they care, and as far as they'll acknowledge, they don't!

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

I know very little about love languages when it comes to trying to assign them to people (Mostly because mine is just "anything but touch unless we're really close" and I can't fathom preferring one), and it's complicated by the fact that Furuta's kind of just a bunch of layers of bullshit carefully painting over and piloting a person who's been dead for years. I can still try but I just wanted to provide an explanation.

Koori expresses mainly through acts of service, He likes receiving the same, along with physical touch. Furuta mostly just mirrors this back because that's what he's used to doing in relationships, he approaches them like an annoyingly advanced chatbot with a secret goal to tick you off. All the right answers and very little genuine personality until he feels like chipping at that person to see how long it takes them to be annoyed, but Koori tends to see through that to some extent actually and it bothers him. With time he probably leans more into simple spending time together and words of affirmation. It works out decently because, to put it bluntly, they don't care how their weird little imitation goes as long as they don't have to admit that any of it is genuine.

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Hm... They wear uniforms pretty much every time we see them, even Koori's turtleneck is just his uniform without the oversized coat, and it's difficult to gauge based off of Souta's outfit when the whole point is that it's a costume, but I can try. Furuta would probably pick out something with more color that Koori has worn in the last few months cumulatively just to see how it looks, Furuta gets something that actually fits him very well.

[g-gurokisses]

Here’s a confession if that’s okay,

I use yanderecore/darlingcore/any yandere related as a form to cope. Though, I feel scared to admit this to friends cause they’re extremely anti-yandere.

I get extremely obsessive thoughts over people I care about (romantic, platonic, really anything) but I don’t like to act upon them. Consuming yandere related media (whether it be the mc being a yandere or their love interest) helps me a lot to subside those feelings and calm down. Being able to express myself through my feelings of loneliness and obsessive thoughts through yandere stuff has honestly helped me way more than just not doing anything.

I cannot count how many times I’ve gone into severe episodes and hurting myself over these problems, over loving someone so much that I cannot live without them.

I want to be able to confide to my friends without them thinking I’m insane. We always talk and vent to each other about our mental health and problems, but I feel as though I’m giving myself a death sentence if I even hint this stuff around them.

Do you have any idea for what I can do?

(I’m sorry, this was rather ramble-y, wasn’t it?)

Thank you for sharing this with me!! And I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply!!

So it seems you're in a pretty bad situation with your health and your friends! Frankly I can't say your friends are bad friends just because they don't support coping mechanisms as extreme as these, but it does surprise me that they'd possibly see you differently or even judge you if you revealed your feelings to them.

Frankly the best thing I suggest to you is that, if you really feel you must speak with someone, is to maybe talk to a therapist ot counselor. Maybe they're not even that big of and issue, but you'll be surprised how much it helps!! My therapist is an absolute life saver.

If not, you could always find like minded people online and try speaking with them!! I know it might seem scary to put yourself in such vulnerable situations with strangers, but you'll be surprised! If you're an adult and you can gauge when people are being genuine or not, then it's always a good option!!

But of course, you may always confide in me, not only because I love you, but also because outside of this blog, I'm a real person who struggles with similar things. I understand how you feel and I'd love to be able to be a helping friend to anyone who might have negative thoughts or urges when they feel such string emotions like this! So please don't hesitate to reach out, dear.

[home-improvment]

Why does my dog lick me so much?

Why does my dog lick me so much?

If your canine licks you frequently, you'll be familiar with what it feels like to get slobbered on your face, hands, and mouth when petting, feeding, or being greeted at the door. Being licked by your canine can be interpreted in a variety of ways, including as an expression of affection. What can you do if dog licking ever becomes an issue and why do dogs do it?

Why does my dog lick me so much?

For canines, licking comes naturally and instinctively. It serves as a means of self-expression, connecting, and grooming for them. Your dog may lick you to express their affection for you, to get your attention, to help them relax when they're stressed, to demonstrate empathy, or simply because they like the way you taste! It's possible that excessive licking is a symptom of anxiety, discomfort, or pain in your dog. Always seek guidance from a veterinarian or behaviorist if you are worried about your dog.

Dogs have an instinct to lick

Being a canine requires a lot of licking. It affects how they interact, groom, and display emotion. Mothers frequently lick their puppies to keep them clean, soothe them, and nudge them to use the bathroom. Puppies will groom themselves and their family, which is not only a good way to keep things clean but also a show of love, affection, and a wonderful way to strengthen family ties.

Why do dogs lick?

What do you usually do when you first greet a dog? Most likely, you stroked them. We naturally feel the need to touch their fur with our hands, which is a type of grooming. Dogs groom themselves with their tongues, so licking is a method for them to greet, connect with, and express affection. Dogs use their mouths and tongues to comprehend their environment and judge other people's moods, whereas humans use our hands to explore the world. Whether it be greeting you and gauging your attitude by licking your face, carrying objects in their mouths, or engaging in ball or toy play.

They’re showing affection

Dogs kiss each other to express their love. It's an innate behavior that's related to the security they experienced when their mother caressed them when they were puppies. They use licking to connect with others and release chemicals like dopamine and endorphins that make them feel content, at ease, and happy. Dogs undoubtedly enjoy stroking their loved ones, just as it feels good for us to do so.

They’re showing empathy

Licking is a calming behavior for canines. Your canine may attempt to lick you to comfort you and show that they care if they are worried about you. Researchers discovered that when owners pretended to cry in a 2012 study, their dogs were more likely to lick and pet them than when their owners were simply humming or conversing. Although it's possible that these dogs were just acting out a learned behavior, many of us believe that dogs can at least partially comprehend and share our emotions.

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To get attention

A great method to get your attention is to lick. If your dog licks you, you presumably stroke, pet, talk to, or otherwise show your appreciation for them. This then motivates them to kiss you and increases their propensity to do so in the future.

We taste good

Have you ever observed that after exercising, your dog licks you more? especially on exposed skin that has been heavily perspired? When we perspire, salt and acidic chemicals are released, which our canines might find to be delectable. Your dog might also lick your hands and face after smelling nice-smelling moisturizing creams or lotions or tiny bits of food you've consumed. Never let your canine lick you after using certain medicines or lotions, such as psoriasis creams, as they can be extremely poisonous to dogs.

How good is a dog’s sense of taste?

How does a dog's sense of taste relate to ours given how well-known it is that their sense of smell is? Surprisingly, we have five times as many taste buds as a dog does, giving the impression that our perception of taste is superior. Dogs can taste things that are sweet, sour, salty, and bitter, just like humans can, but they are unable to perceive umami, a type of savory flavor that we can taste. Dogs can taste water, something we cannot, even though they cannot detect umami. Since our sense of smell accounts for about 80% of what we taste when we consume, it stands to reason that a dog's extraordinary sense of smell compensates for their lack of taste buds.

They’re hungry

When their mothers return from a search, young dogs in the wild may lick their lips to indicate that they are famished. Your canine may lick you to let you know they are feeling peckish because this instinct is hardwired into their behavior.

When is licking a problem?

Dogs use licking as a form of self-expression and because it comes naturally to them. Although some dogs may lick frequently while others may lick less, if your dog suddenly begins licking you frequently, it may indicate that something is wrong. If a dog is more anxious or has a health problem, such as an allergy, injury, or rheumatism, they may lick more frequently. Always call your veterinarian or a behaviorist if you have concerns about your canine or their behavior.

They’re anxious

Licking can be a calming behavior for dogs that makes them feel at ease, peaceful, and relaxed. Licking you or themselves may help them feel less stressed if they're feeling concerned or stressed, especially if they have separation anxiety.

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[shrapnelsong]

@jaxxmulti​ asked: [ GIVE ] for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’ / from sebek [ smol & tol ]

     “I’m not doing anything suspicious..!” They’ve known each other for a little while now, and Alice is pretty confident that he’s been able to more or less gauge the type of person she is. Or at least enough to ease up a little on his open, close-ranged stalking. Still, she does admit that it’s out of character for her - and therefore worthy of being seen as suspicious - to be leaving the dorm at such a late hour, which, in turn, has her blurting out a statement that pretty much defeats its purpose.

Despite the moon shining bright above them, Alice hopes that the night is able to disguise her blush as she takes out a book from within her small bag. Opening it where the page marker sits, she shows him the picture of a beautiful flower. “...It only blooms under the full moon.” She offers timidly, angling the book in a way that it partially shields her expression from his watchful eyes. This particular plant does not grow anywhere near where she lives or studies, and when she saw it listed under the local flora, she just had to go and find one for herself.

Yes, she is breaking the rules. If not the academy’s, at least the ones for the exchange students. They’re not supposed to step out of the dorms after a certain hour. She doesn’t mean any harm, but figures he won’t care about that and insist that the rules be followed to the risk. When Sebek doesn’t immediately declare that he’s escorting her back inside, Alice tentatively lowers her book to meet his gaze again.

Much to her surprise, he’s not looking at her with reprehension, but rather with patience. And when he strides past her, seemingly leading the way, the tiniest of gasps escapes her lips and she rushes to catch up with his long strides, trying to keep herself from smiling too wide at how lovely it was of him to do so. Regardless of it being for the purposes of surveillance or escorting.

They walk for a little bit into the forest, the temperature steadily dropping the deeper they go. Alice is too distracted memorizing the path and cataloguing every new plant on the way to even feel it, and when they reach the spot where so many of the flowers are in various stages of bloom, she inhales sharply and sets off ahead of him like a child seeing a new toy at the shop. “They’re beautiful...” She breathes in awe, her usually polite and composed expression so openly unguarded with joy.

Moving closer, she looks from one bloom to the next, trying to find a perfect specimen to be carefully picked and preserved that wouldn’t pose too much stress on the plant. And that is when a warm weight gingerly settles itself over her shoulders, that elegant scent she has come to associate with his semi constant presence at her side suddenly enveloping her most pleasantly.

Looking down at herself, Alice confirms that it is indeed his jacket shielding her from the cold that she’s just noticed now that she’s wrapped in his warmth. Her smile blooms further, but given that Sebek is so very pointedly looking away from her, she chooses to keep her gratitude to herself for now. She’ll make him his favorites for breakfast later.

[anywaymurder]

The Cost of a Question

Chapter 23

After the goblin battle, they all finish their night’s rest. The next morning the tension between Ara and the rest of the group is palpable. Nobody dares make a sound or make eye contact, as Ara threateningly stares each of them down, while drumming his fingers on the severed goblin’s head. They pack up their stuff and follow Ara at a few paces, as he figures out the right way to go. He doesn’t bother warning them about uneven terrain or treacherous branches, however, so the journey goes much slower than before. As night falls, they set up camp again. Annori fails to properly gauge Ara’s mood and starts humming to herself, earning a death glare from Ara. He then cooks some mushrooms only for himself, as the others have some of Annori’s trail mix. Annori quietly asks Kevin what he would ask the hag. She says she would maybe ask if her parents were still alive. But then again, she’s not sure if she’d want to know the answer. Kevin tells her how he’s heard his mother’s voice on several occasions, so he’s pretty sure she’s alive. As they take their turns keeping watch, everyone’s pretty distracted with their own personal ponderings. Annori forgot the time and is still sitting by the fire when Ara wakes up from his meditation. He throws a pebble at her to snap her out of it, but misses by a mile and hits Raiden instead. Kevin takes a short watch next to Ara, who eventually (quite rudely) tells him to go back to bed, because he doesn’t need him. 

The next morning Ara makes breakfast for everyone, though there’s still some tension in the air. As they’re traveling, Kevin walks up to him and apologizes for his part in causing the goblin attack. Ara seems a little thrown off by this, but accepts. They make camp one last time, and while Ara and Annori forage for food, Kevin urges Raiden to apologize too. Raiden, while fully aware that the swamp elf is right, is reluctant to do so, because he feels it wouldn’t have the right effect coming from him. He says it’s not his problem if Ara dislikes him, but he doesn’t like what it’s doing to the group. Kevin says Raiden isn’t always an easy person to like, and sometimes it just takes a little effort to smooth things over. Meanwhile, Ara asks Annori if she’s ever held grudges for long. Annori replies that she can’t ever stay mad at people, and that in her experience people only hurt others when they’re feeling hurt themselves. She asks him why he’s really mad, and he (hypothetically) admits to feeling invisible in the group sometimes. He expresses how sometimes someone is so fueled by their anger, holding loved ones accountable for years, that they feel like they’d be weak if they let go of it. He asks Annori how to show people that you like them. She says it’s about doing nice things for them, and being thankful for the things they do for you, even if you have to fake it at first. She tells Ara that she likes him, and she’s glad he’s here. When they return to the group, Raiden offers to play a dice game, which Ara surprisingly joins in on. Swallowing a heap of sarcastic remarks, Raiden explains the game to him, and Ara ends up winning. Again, everyone is distracted with their personal struggles during watch, but thankfully nothing happens. 

After some more travel the next day, they end up at a wooden hut that seems partly grown into or out of an old tree. Raiden knocks at the door, but there is no answer. As they contemplate what to do now, suddenly a disembodied voice appears, apologizing for her lateness. Eventually, an ancient looking elf woman emerges from a tree and calls everyone by their names, saying she’d known they were coming for days. She then makes tea, picking some jasmine from her surprisingly thriving garden and instantly wilting and drying it, and invites them all inside. The inside of the hut seems larger than the outside, but cozy, and it’s lined with shelves filled with bottles and flasks with various contents. Ishmael has a very warm and welcoming aura to her, but there’s also something about this place that feels slightly unsettling. She asks the group what they want to know, explaining that the price depends on the question. The party discusses for a bit. These are the questions asked and the price quotes given

Raiden: ‘Who or what is Cai?’ > a memory of the place you were happiest

Annori: ‘Who are the masked people that attacked us?’ > a flask of the shadow of a house at midday.

Annori: ‘How do I catch a shadow?’ > a dancing plant

Ara: ‘Was this toad plushie ever alive?’ > your dying breath

Kevin: ‘Who is my father?’ > one minute of your time

Annori gives Ishmael the ribbon that was tied around her horn, the last thing she has left of her parents, and asks her if they are still alive. Ishmael accepts the payment, her eyes glaze over for a second, and she replies that Annori’s mother is currently in Osta Asari. She cannot see her father because the ribbon had no ties to him. Raiden rephrases his initial question and asks where they will find a person who knows who or what Cai is, to which Ishmael replies that he already knows the answer to this. As the group sit with their racing thoughts, Ishmael announces she has an appointment in the forest and will be back later, leaving them inside her hut, alone.

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[erodasfishtacos]

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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more tips on how to analyze future spouses, soulmates, partners, and general dating preferences in the natal chart:

reminder: venus is the planet that actually signifies and embodies who you're attracted to. the lover you prefer. the lover you’re drawn to. so not just the 7th house per se is telling you that: the latter only shows the flavor of your dating life and how you relate to others in general, from friends to foes to flirts. say if it's in aries: you relate to others in a direct and mars-influenced way, you easily antagonize haters, and you flirt in a straightforward manner. also know that the 7th house projects our suppressed qualities to others.

find your 7th house ruler. in a libra rising case, since your DSC falls into aries, mars has to be examined. even if the 7th house is empty, you can do a full interpretation that way.

if your 7th house doesn’t resonate at all, you might try calculating your sidereal chart. never a bad idea to dabble in vedic astrology, the charts are immensely accurate.

soulmates usually have well-aspected/well-matched moons in synastry with other favorable benefic planets interacting. the moon shows how you feel good: if it connects well to another person’s moon, you therefore feel great together. 

juno only shows the married partner, not the ideal type. furthermore, your juno position gives you an idea how commitment looks like to you. especially look at the modes: fixed, cardinal, or mutable? fixed juno is very loyal and long-term, mutual is more fickle/back-and-forth and adaptable, cardinal is commitment in short bursts and many new relationships.

the progressed chart is always worth looking at as well. it shows you this year’s love forecast. for those who don’t know: this chart moves all your planets and signs forward by a degree with each year you live. e.g. if you’re born a libra mid-october in the early 1990s, you’ll be a scorpio by now since 30 years have passed. aka the sun was moved by 30 degrees! so, it’s a blueprint of the current you, and your current attitude to love. who knows, your 7th house and venus might be completely different there and show your prefrence these days in a more accurate way! it’s called progressed with good reason, it’s your personal evolution. 

in traditional astrology, jupiter shows the person’s potential husband, venus the person’s wife. could be interesting to keep in mind. afflicted or saturn-aspected venus and jupiter can show delay in meeting one’s spouse. 

mars shows how you go for your partner. check the dignity: does mars feel well in the sign and house it is in, can it express itself well? as a rule of thumb, mars likes the 1st, 5th, and 9th house since they're fire sign territories. air houses and signs also sort of work except te libra/7th which is opposite to aries/the 1st. mars is less direct in water and earth except in capricorn where it exalts and scorpio, it's home. check aspects and its overall strength, too.

it's a good idea to calculate the 7th house of your draconic chart (=who you are deep down without societal influences) that shows the preference that's truer to you. it could be the complete opposite to your tropical chart. my draconic ascendant actually rises in aries and libra is in the 7th house, so my hidden/personal partner preference is more geared to someone who's sweet, romantic, and diplomatic.

never ever forget transits, they’re the surefire prediction tool for future partners. especially the outer planets that move slower. look if jupiter and venus do anything related to your natal libra or venus or scorpio placements.

the 8th house shows your sexual style and preference of intimacy. and also, how you settle down after the 7th house does the flirting and dating and marrying. in other words, the 8th house shows what goes down after honeymoon and when the blinds are drawn. here are your couple secrets and family fall-outs and how much you desire one another. again, if it's empty, find the ruler.

if neptune makes in any way contact with venus or libra or the 7th house, you can gauge how your dream partner is like since neptune’s topic is of course dreams. neptune tells you about the person you’re dreaming about, day- and nighttime. the 12th house also unveils the person who visits you in your dreams. venus or libra placements aspecting this house well can indicate that you will actually meet your dream person.

BONUS: a very underestimated house in love matters: the 5th. it shows your confidence and level of passion.