#who creates a space for them to be truly vulnerable with each other in ways they can’t achieve on their own

[nazghoulz]

Do you ever read something you wrote and go, “hey. Wait a minute. This actually rules and might be my favorite thing I’ve ever written” but it’s the rarepair smut oneshot set in your elaborate au that nobody who even likes the au read. Yeah.

#it’s about uhhhhh horrific communication and commitment to an unsustainable status quo #that was all beamed directly into my brain while sitting in a wine bar in Glasgow in which I furiously typed on my phone and #nursed a single glass of wine for four hours #anyway it’s my manifesto as to why dworin is absolutely delicious but doesn’t work without bilbo as a third #bc they funnel their genuine care and love and affection for each other otherwise blocked by duty and history and masculinity at bilbo #who creates a space for them to be truly vulnerable with each other in ways they can’t achieve on their own #they can’t be properly soppy and open with each other without bilbo holding their hands saying that it’s ok #because they’re both emotionally stunted freaks

[wordsinhaled]

thinking about how much crowley and aziraphale have been getting slammed for their poor communication and on the one hand... absolutely, i agree 100%. they have so much work to do in that department, they are always missing each other when it comes to seeing what they each want from the other and expressing it clearly. but on the other hand... like... encompassing six thousand years into a conversation? six thousand years of knowing each other. six thousand years of gravitating toward one another

like... the bit that really gets me, in crowley's confession, is - "...and we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. i mean, the last few years, not really" - this implication that like... at least on crowley's part... since they saved the world together he's allowed himself to be more open in how he feels about aziraphale. that in his mind he's already long since chosen Their Side, they've chosen their side in their behavior towards each other, and they've talked about... our car, our shop, but even before that...

we see in the minisodes, the way they already act. they're a pair that shows rather than tells all the time and it's so abundantly clear that everyone around them can see it, is constantly asking about it, assuming it, reading it on them like they're an open book - with everyone but each other.

but like how do you put into clumsy human words how much love you feel for someone who stood next to you while you created the stars? who helped you create them? how do you say openly how you feel to the one person who understands you and your nature better than anyone else, who indulges your every whim because they want to see you happy while everyone else says you were built wrong, you're too indulgent, you're too soft but you're perfect for him, specifically, because you stood at the beginning of the universe together?

like how are they supposed to talk about that? especially when it's so forbidden to talk about that?

there are so few words that truly feel like they properly encompass what love truly and genuinely means? what loving someone TRULY means? how it's giving up your onliness and entrusting yourself into the hands of another, now you're not just you, now you're you but the world is brighter and sharper and more beautiful because of another? how we're all stuck on a spinning rock in the middle of space in the middle of the universe in the middle of the galaxy in the middle of eternity just little grains of sand and then there's another little grain of sand in the scheme of things, but it's the most important one ever created because of how happy it makes you?

but multiply that by six thousand years

so like of course you fucking cry and you stare at each other with tears in your eyes like you're absolutely ESSENTIAL to one another. but like how do you make it work in words when you don't know if there are even words for the prospect of existing without one another? and you have this absolutely incandescent and fragile thing between you that everyone understands to exist, you understand it to exist too, and sometimes it is scary as fuck to admit that you need someone. it is terrifying and uncomfortable and vulnerable and we're just people who live maybe 100 years on this earth? a blink of an eye compared to six thousand years of shared existence?

like...? truthfully i don't think i could talk about it easily either because oh my god that's fucking terrifying. that six thousand years of your comfortable and beloved shared existence could go up in smoke with one misplaced word. like no fucking WONDER he can't get the words out. and no fucking wonder, it's easier to couch things in terms like group and team and everything when you're on the verge of falling apart into a million pieces because the other half of your soul wants to leave you behind. it's easier to say come with me, work with me, be my second in command, than to admit he's first in your heart and mind every second of every day since you saw him bringing light at the beginning of the universe???

just... you know? they need a fucking break. they need a vacation. they need a cottage in the south fucking downs

#aughghg hgh g hghg g ghg i am in pain #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #spoilers #WHAT OTHER TAGS IDK i don't wanna spoil people ily <3 #good omens 2

[leighsartworks216]

To Touch You

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

As someone who hates being touched (not to the extent as this fic portrays it), and also as someone who wants to hold Astarion and give him all the gentle affection he could ever wish for, I needed to write this

Warnings: touch-adverse descriptions of touch, hurt/comfort themes

Word Count: 814

Masterlist

AO3

Touch has always been difficult for you. Or maybe it started in your formative years and now you can't recall. In any case, the result is the same.

If someone brushes against your shoulder, you cringe and move to the closest open space. If someone grabs your hand, even just to pull you to safety in battle, it burns, and you have to grapple with the fact your hand feels wrong. Hugs are hell, and you've since learned how to dodge out of them or push the person away entirely.

And that's what makes this so hard. You want so terribly to give Astarion the soft affection he never had. You want to hold his hand and run your fingers through his hair and - gods forbid - you wanted to cuddle with him.

Since the relationship began, you kept your distance. Emotionally you could provide him the comfort and reassurance he needed, but physically, you sat apart, you were always at least an arm's length away. This distance has grown shorter over time, but you know it hurts him when you create it. A bubble around you. It makes him think you don't trust him, or that you still fear him after all this time. (Allowing him to drink from you was the one instance you granted him leniency, under the stipulation the only part of him that touches you is his mouth. It was worth the itchy feeling that covered your body as long as you got to see that smile.)

And even though it would hurt, you wanted to try. Try proving to him that you weren't afraid of him; that you do care for him in other ways that are easier for you to express than this.

So when you approach him as he sits outside his tent, looking determined as though you were heading into battle, Astarion was understandably confused and concerned. He watched you plop down next to him, only a few inches away. His eyebrows shot up his forehead.

"Darling? What are you-"

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact entirely to stare over his shoulder. "Just let me do this, please." With a sigh to calm your jittery nerves, you finally met his gaze. Your face morphed into something frightened and vulnerable. "Please."

A slew of questions rushed to the tip of his tongue. Do what, exactly? Why did you look so distraught? What had you been working yourself up for? Were you hurt? Were you going to tell him something awful? Were you... stepping away from the relationship? Had he pushed too far, overstepped a boundary? His mind spun with each one. But he pursed his lips to stop them all, and he nodded.

He could hear your breaths shake as you breathed deeply. You lifted your hands and they trembled, all while your heart fluttered in your chest like a frightened bunny. Slowly, you reached forward and took his hand in yours. His eyes couldn't decide where to focus: your face was tense, and you flinched at the initial contact; your hands slid over his skin, feeling the veins and callouses. You'd never initiated like this. Any time he'd tried, even delicately, your face would scrunch up and you'd create a larger gap away from him.

As you held his hand, breathing through each phantom sensation and emotion, you found it wasn't entirely unpleasant. A tingling sensation moved through your hands, up your arms, and down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, but beyond that you could feel how soft his skin was. He stayed absolutely still, but you could still feel his fingers twitching against his will.

All too quickly, the feeling became unbearable. It was too much all at once. You cringed as you pulled away, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your shirt to remove the feeling. Astarion wanted to be offended - Was he truly so disgusting to touch? - until he remembered this had nothing to do with him.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, voice wavering and anxious. "Your hands are soft, but I just can't..." You look down at your open palms, searching for words to describe it. The skin was red from your ministrations.

"Look at me, my love." Your hands clenched into fists as you met his eyes. You were still so frightened about what he thought. About how he perceived this. He smiled. "I appreciate you for trying, nonetheless. It... means a lot that you were willing to be uncomfortable for my sake.

"But," he continues, genuine smile shifting into a flirtatious smirk, "I'm perfectly content with the multitudinous forms of affection you seem to find to lavish on me. And I will do my best to share them with you, too."

You let out a long breath, relaxing for the first time since you approached him. You smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Astarion."

"Of course, my love."

#fanfic #fanfiction #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #second person pov #pov second person #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #touch aversion #touch starved

[ireneaesthetic]

Pointing out little moments and details of scenes that need to be remembered.

"what will happen to us?" scene • episode 5 | part 2

here's part 1

wilhelm's active role in leading their motions. it's something we are used to see from all their previous intimate moments, reflecting his need to not be controlled, but to be the one in control for once in his life.

then roles reverse, it's simon who takes charge by guiding them on the bed and wilhelm letting himself be charged. he chooses to be vulnerable in a way.

highlights: wille's hands on simon's waist when he sits on his laps and them making out in front of the royal speech's cards hanged up on the wall. iconic.

wide shots that emphasize them sharing the same little space and being so affectionate, living a moment that's only for them to remember, are truly a gift.

intimacy always meant growth in their relationship, by exploring together and creating a comfort zone. they also know their bodies way much better by now, what the other likes and dislikes, how to turn each other on.

so this is not only simon's eagerness, but them feeling extremely safe and comfortable too.

my fav shot of the scene: simon's hands cupping wille's face, fluid movements and eyes closed from melting into the kiss. they fit so perfectly.

this is exactly what i meant writing that wilhelm chooses to be vulnerable and let his guard down under simon's weight, hands and kisses on him. he is completely carried away by the pleasure he's feeling.

there's not even need to say that wille closing the curtains is one of the most powerful and meaningful moments of all.

their smiles right after drives me insanely happy.

closing the same curtains that were left open at that time feels like closing that heartbreaking chapter of their story too. it doesn't mean forgetting about it, but being ready to move on and not allowing it to ruin what they have anymore.

this is the image we're left with: the sound of their chuckles in the background, the darker room, them finally having the privacy they should have gotten the first time and we also, as an audience, are not supposed to see any further.

it's their moment. and for them only.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #what will happen to us scene #wilhelm x simon #wilmon #yr2 spoilers #yr s2 spoilers

[meta-squash]

Some random maybe rambling thoughts about Jack and his feelings towards his team:

I think Jack's love for, relationship with, and treatment of each individual member of his team is really interesting.

Owen and Tosh are the two team members he truly hand-picked. He followed Owen and recruited him. He literally tracked Tosh down and made a deal to get her out of a UNIT prison. He did his research finding them, making sure they were right, convincing them to join him. He did, essentially, save them and allow them a space to remake themselves.

And for the most part he treats the two of them in a sort of paternal way. Owen, especially, but both of them. He's firm when he needs to be, and gentle when he needs to be, but there's this sort of distant yet intense protectiveness of them. Like the way a parent still sees their child as a vulnerable thing that needs caring for, even after their child is a fully grown adult. His love for them is extremely protective, but he's not close with them, he doesn't confess his thoughts or feelings to them except in dire circumstances like in Dead Man Walking when he's with Owen in the jail.

So his loss of them is a loss of a father because, in a sense, he created who they were in Torchwood. He found them, worked to recruit them. He gave them a space to grow and learn and change and hone their talents, and he supported and taught and molded them. They were part of his earliest hand-picked team, too, so they were there for long enough that they saw the growing pains, and they were his, in a way that I think he was sort of convinced they'd be with him for a long time, which is why he was so desperate to bring Owen back the first time. He loved them so much he kind of forgot Torchwood has a high mortality rate, sort of in the way a parent assumes they won't bury their child.

On the other hand, both Ianto and Gwen kind of recruited themselves. Ianto harassed Jack into a job, and Gwen unintentionally brute-forced herself out of Retcon in such a spectacularly dramatic way that it got her a job. They found him, not the other way around.

Jack's relationship with them is different. He's closer to them, less paternal, more confessional, more romantic. It's interesting that he sees them both as potential (and in Ianto's case, eventual) love interests. It seems like he doesn't feel quite as responsible for them, or at least he feels responsible in a different way. He's able to open up to them about himself in a way that he doesn't do with Tosh and Owen. And he's not as put off when they question him. It's almost as if because they independently forced themselves into the job, they're more like equals, or rivals, or something. There's a different sort of potential relationship there from Owen and Tosh.

But it also means that he doesn't or can't love them in the same way. I think somehow he subconsciously thinks he can stop himself from falling in love romantically, but he doesn't seem to think about that parental type of love. So he tries to keep his distance from Gwen and Ianto a bit, knowing he'll hurt them and they'll hurt him. But he doesn't take Owen and Tosh into account. But it does mean that Ianto's loss is different one. It's a grief of a romantic type, the loss of a lover, but it's also this awful "what if" that hangs there, what if Jack had been willing to be closer, had been willing to have a proper relationship with Ianto while it lasted instead of this sort of weird undefined thing, what if Ianto had lived, etc. And Gwen, too, becomes a "what if," in a living sense, once she's married to Rhys. That frisson is always there between them, but once she and Rhys are married it becomes a sort of hypothetical between them, what if she'd chosen Jack, what if they took it past the abstraction of yearning into something real, what if what if, etc. Only it's not mourning, it's something else entirely because she's still there with him.

I just find it so interesting that the two hand-picked members Jack seems to see as his children and the two who forced their way into to Torchwood he seems to see as potential romantic interests.

#torchwood #jack harkness #ianto jones #owen harper #toshiko sato #i'm talking only re: the original 3 series and not extended canon of audio/novels/etc

[rwrbmovie]

BTS of #RWRBMovie: V&A

Via Amazon:

NG: I think their time together at the Victoria and Albert Museum really sticks out to me as a defining moment of their relationship. My character, Henry, really shares the last frontier of his vulnerabilities and really opens Pandora's box in a way saying plainly to Alex, ‘This is my life. I'm terrified, but I'm willing to take this risk.’

From EW:

For Galitzine, who grew up going to the museum, it was a surreal experience. "I was born and raised in London and the V&A is an iconic place to visit — the galleries, the displays, exhibitions that have been on there. To be able to witness it in such a quiet state was really bizarre. Night shoots are disorienting at the best of times. It's 5:00 in the morning, you're trying to act and be emotional, and you're in this truly beautiful, picturesque setting. It was really cool to be able to explore it. It felt a bit like Night in the Museum. It was a weird, surreal but extremely enjoyable experience."

Director Matthew López didn't know for much of the pre-production process whether the V&A would even allow them to film there. "They were very, very protective as you could imagine," he tells EW. " Especially when we told them where we wanted to shoot, which is a lot of things we could break, and I really didn't want to be the guy who ended up breaking a priceless piece of statuary. But we ended up getting permission, and that was amazing." In McQuiston's novel, this key scene takes place in the Renaissance Gallery, which López and cinematographer Stephen Goldblatt visited while scouting in London. But while we still see Henry and Alex run through that gallery, they decided to choose another due to the V&A's filming parameters. "It's not the most photogenic gallery," explains López. "It's kind of dark and it's very, very big, so there's a lot of blank space between the statues. The chances that you're going to get just a white wall behind you are good. And it's very hard to shoot in there because the rule that the V&A had for us was that we couldn't bring in any exterior lighting. We could not bring it in our own lights." But Goldblatt had an idea to work around that limitation. "He led me to this area of the museum where we did end up filming it," the director continues. "That long, beautiful corridor with all those gorgeous statues filled with very homoerotic art, as well as that narrow alleyway of busts. We came back another night after closing, and he had them turn off everything, all the lights except for the spotlights that were there, illuminating the artwork. But turning off the floodlights that lit the gallery for people to walk around in. What you had in an instant was darkness everywhere and light shining on the art." Goldblatt manipulated the light further with a dimmer switch, creating an almost sacred environment in which Henry and Alex could express their love for each other. "We did not bring in any of our own lighting," emphasizes López. "That scene is shot with the lighting that's available to us at the V&A. We decided that the scene would be the boys for the most part in shadow and the statues illuminated. It was a beautiful use of a problem to create a better solution that you could not have come up with on your own if you had no problem."

From Glamour:

“My absolutely favorite scene to film was the night we shot inside the Victoria and Albert Museum,” says López of the scene depicted here. “We arrived at 10 p.m. and filmed until sunrise. To have access to that museum at night without any other people around made you feel what Henry and Alex must have been feeling the night they go there together. What made it so special is that, for one of the first times in the shoot, it was just me, Taylor, and Nick working. No other actors, no background players. It’s a magical scene in the book, and it was a magical night for all of us.” 

From HELLO:

In the film, as in the book, the pair dance together here as they vow to make their relationship work, come what may. This scene is also Matthew's favorite scene, "because it's the only scene in the film that is actually filmed at the location that it's set".  "That night was very beautiful and I think it's reflected in what you see on screen; there's a magic to that place at night and I like to think we captured it," he adds.

From NYT:

The two men under the dimmed lights were the actors Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine, and they swayed until the director, Matthew López, called “Cut!” around 2 a.m. for a lunch break. “It was just the three of us and our crew,” said López, who’s also the film’s co-writer. “It made for an incredibly intimate, really special night.”

From W Magazine:

There’s a sweet moment in the Victoria and Albert Museum. Why did you shoot in that sculptural exhibition? That’s not the gallery from the book. I went there with Stephen Goldblatt, my director of photography, and it wasn’t very cinematic. Stephen took me to another part of the museum, where we shot, with lower ceilings a more contained space with beautiful statues: David and Goliath, three women, the corridor of busts and torsos—very cinematic.

#rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrbsource #Nicholas galitzine #Matthew Lopez #stephen goldblatt #this one’s long read under the cut #ng #bts #rwrbbts #* #my gifs

[fuuuayn]

Far away, yet so close.

A/N: IK NO ONE ASKED BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS. 😭

And also, im new, please request something!

Under the neon glow of the Valorant base's low lights, Deadlock and you found a moment of respite after a harrowing mission. The air was charged with a unique mix of tension and relief that only those who had faced danger together could understand.

As the two of you stood there, the weight of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the palpable electricity between you. Deadlock's usually stoic demeanor softened in your presence, her cybernetic eye reflecting the gentle affection she held for you.

Without a word, you stepped closer, your hands finding their place on her hips, drawing her into an intimate embrace. Her breath hitched, surprised by the sudden closeness, but she relaxed into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

You could feel the steady thrum of her heart against your chest, a rhythmic beat that resonated with your own. In that moment, the lines between battle-hardened agent and tender lover blurred. It was just the two of you, finding solace in the quiet sanctuary you'd created.

You tilted her chin up gently, meeting her gaze with a soft smile. In those eyes, you saw a vulnerability that she reserved only for you, a trust that went beyond words. And in return, you cradled her face, your fingers tracing the contours of her cybernetic enhancements with gentle reverence.

Leaning in, your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a silent promise, an affirmation of the love that had blossomed amidst the chaos of their world. The taste of victory and the lingering scent of gunpowder seemed to fade, replaced by the sweetness of each other's presence.

As you pulled away, Deadlock rested her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet space you'd carved out for yourselves. There were no need for grand declarations; the depth of your connection spoke volumes in the tender moments you shared.

In that hushed corner of the base, amidst the echoes of a thousand battles, you and Deadlock stood as a testament to the power of love in even the most trying of circumstances. In each other's arms, you found not only comfort and solace, but a home that transcended the boundaries of their world.

The world of Valorant had taught both of you that danger could lurk around any corner, but it had also taught you the invaluable lesson that love was a force that could conquer even the most daunting challenges. As you held Deadlock close, the world outside seemed to disappear entirely, leaving only the warmth and tenderness of your embrace.

With a soft, affectionate whisper, you murmured, "I love you," the words carrying a profound weight that transcended the battlefield. Deadlock's cybernetic eye shimmered with emotion, and she replied in kind, her voice barely above a breath, "I love you too."

It was a simple declaration, but it held within it a universe of shared experiences, trust, and an unbreakable bond that had grown amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their lives as agents. In that moment, you both knew that no matter how challenging the battles ahead might be, you would face them together.

Time seemed to stand still as you continued to hold each other, relishing the warmth of your connection. The sounds of the base, the distant chatter of other agents, and the hum of machinery faded into the background, drowned out by the symphony of your hearts beating in perfect harmony.

As the night wore on, you and Deadlock remained entwined, finding comfort in the presence of the one person who truly understood you. In each other's arms, you found strength, solace, and the unwavering belief that, no matter what trials the world threw your way, your love would always light the path forward.

In the world of Valorant, where chaos reigned supreme and danger lurked at every turn, your love story was a beacon of hope and a reminder that, even in the darkest of times, love could conquer all. With a final, gentle kiss, you both knew that you were ready to face whatever challenges the future held, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

#deadlock x reader #valorant x reader #deadlock #valorant #fluff

[thevirgodoll]

A Rant on Friendships.

You know… ever since I learned that being ignored or ostracized caused the same amount of pain in the brain as physical pain, it all clicked. I was never too emotional or overreacting to getting left behind by people I would’ve done everything for. I was grieving a loss. I was grieving having love exploding inside of me with no release.

As someone who prioritizes conflict resolution, I can’t fathom a life where extreme avoidance is the default. While I go through periods of isolation, I go out of my way to affirm everyone and make them feel safe. I can’t possibly understand doing otherwise. Maybe, it’s not something for me to understand.

If it was a romantic partner treating them this way, they’d throw a fit. Love them one day, hate them the next. And that’s the problem… we have normalized that behavior and called it a boundary. That’s not the definition of setting a boundary. Stonewalling is literally emotional abuse. A boundary involves reciprocal behavior, not punishment.

There’s such a selfish, lackadaisical approach everyone has with each other in friendships. These types of people are the first to complain about lacking friends, but don’t want to do the work to upkeep them.

Because I go through hell in my life by being disabled, I find it to be no excuse at this point. I find some way to stay afloat for everyone else, even when I’m drowning. I say these friendship sentiments often, but it’s getting to the point to where I don’t even want to try anymore. I am tired. I’m done overextending myself or waiting for things to change or for someone to recognize my story and just…be present.

The horrors are immeasurable, but we must endure. Therapy has taught me to prioritize vulnerability… so when I display that, and don’t get it back, I’ve learned to just understand I can’t have someone like that in my space. In my healing process, it’s become apparent that I have to see actions for what they are. I can’t control everything. I have to value myself even when someone else devalues me. It’s not personal, it’s misdirection… it’s projection.

When someone is blinded by their own cynicism and insecurities, it’s easy to maintain bias and mindset fallacies. It's easy to be committed to a narrative that doesn't exist. It's easy to perceive what you want to. But like I always say, perception is truly not reality. Knowing that is the only way to tear down your ego enough to navigate friendships and relationships when it comes to conflict resolution.

Recognizing patterns is a huge key to self development and growth, not just creating a self care routine or wearing a face mask or making a Pinterest board. Accountability is the step to mindfulness. Wisdom comes in admitting you don’t know what you don’t know.

And that requires a skill set that so many people are unwilling to have and refine. Admitting you’re the problem means facing yourself. People would rather turn their back than look in the mirror.

I do not wish to entertain dynamics where I don’t feel the love, where I feel like I’m taking up too much space, where I have to chase someone to even get half of what I’d give them.

Some people don’t have the capacity to be what I need them to be, and I have to learn to be okay with that. And even still, I have the upmost respect and deep love anyway.

I can vouch for my own character. I don’t need anyone to validate it for me. If someone wants to go choose rocks when they have a Diamond in front of them, then so be it. That’s their L to take. Not mine.

All love. Grateful for what is in alignment.

#i say this a lot but idc #thoughts #mental health #actually chronically ill #chronic illness #actually adhd #adhd #disability

[deathsbestgirl]

wanna hear all you have to say about fire / phoebe <3

oh mikaela, i hope you're prepared <3 (some of this is more well thought out than other parts, tbh the longer i watched the harder it got to put my thoughts into words because phoebe is truly maddening — like you said about scully, phoebe is bad enough for me. i didn't need them to go as far as they did with diana. i get it !!!)

phoebe’s first scene hits pretty hard. because just before she enters, mulder & scully were talking about court, scully was teasing him “must be an x file” and his face is just SO CUTE because as much as they tease each other, i just don't think he's used to it yet. and scully always does it so affectionately (no other motive than she likes him & teasing him is fun)

and it's just. he's so sure he locked the car. he doesn't understand how scully was able to open it and then scully sees the tape. before we even meet her, we see how she invaded his space. breaking into his car to play a cruel “joke” to ask for his help (that's just not how you ask for help, these are adults, they're professionals — i'm so mad about it). phoebe opens the door right on time, so she's also nearby watching so she can get the timing right. it's creepy & calculated. like scully was scared, the way she gasps & jumps. cruel.

i really don't know how to put this into words but “aren’t you going to thank me? …[for] saving your life” haunts me. she does this terrible thing she knows would frighten him (and anyone else he's with...) and then tries to make it look like a favor to him. like he's lucky to have learned this lesson, that she's waltzing back into his life — with a puzzle, people for him to help, a case that we’ll learn soon is all about one of his biggest fears.

and then he talks about her driving a stake through him and she sees that as the perfect opportunity to kiss him (i am not a fan of kissing someone to shut them up, no matter the context. let them speak bitch). waits for scully to exit the car, so she can witness phoebe stake her claim on him. a kiss he doesn't return, but doesn't exactly reject either. after, he tries to move forward, introducing the two women. phoebe immediately tries to set scully against them, against her. “she hates me.” it's an attempt to isolate him and make him more vulnerable to her tactics.

what really hurts is the way it kind of works. he lets scully stick around for learning all about the case, talks to her about phoebe a little, and then tries to protect her — when she isn't the one who needs protecting. but he knows phoebe's games. she will try to drive a wedge between them. she's already started with “she hates me” — it's belittling scully. creating a fake scenario of scully vs her. she's dismissive, acts like she forgets scully is there listening to everything she says. (the way scully always observes him, follows his lead — it's special, and it helps her figure out how to navigate the situations they find themselves in. this is no exception.) phoebe tries so hard to make it just her & mulder, and he falls right into that trap.

there's just something so distasteful about bringing up a private joke in the company of others who aren't in on it. again, staking her claim and another way to push mulder & scully apart, to isolate mulder, cut off his relationships & resources so they can go back to where they left off.

scully sees so much. she was obviously put off by their introduction, but had mulder’s response to phoebe been different, more receptive, happy, excited… she may have been able to look past her distaste. the way he becomes practically docile, which is very unlike mulder except in situations with people who have hurt him, taken advantage of him, neglected or abused him… scully understands exactly what's happening. here, she doesn't even say anything yet. she comments on his behavior, but the only thing she actually says about phoebe is he won't be able to get rid of her just by taking the case to their arson guys. they both know he isn't walking away having done nothing for the case, for phoebe. they both know her motives aren't simply the case. (and god, it could have been so easy for phoebe to be genuine. asking mulder for help because she know he can solve the case. respectfully, professionally. it could have been easy enough to swallow that she's a woman in a male dominated field and uses her ‘feminine wiles’ to get what she needs. but it isn't just that at all. phoebe knows the effect she has on mulder and uses it. it's twisted. someone who has grown would not continue to act this way.)

[i talked about “mulder, you just keep unfolding like a flower” (with welsharcher’s tags) here]

the comparison beatty makes of the case & phoebe:

this is so sick actually. and scully is observing all of it, keeping herself on the outside.

something here about scully making sherlock & watson theirs <3

and oh god the rest of this scene!! this is what i mean about mulder “protecting” scully. the way he shares this … is a lot.

scully asks and mulder answers. one of my favorite things about them. they don't tend to just volunteer information, even to each other, without some kind of prompt. scully gives him the space to talk about it, never says too much but she says enough. her phrasing is SO important. she repeats what he just told her in a way that frames it as wrong and then mulder makes the same comparison beatty did, of phoebe to fire. but in the negative way we're meant to understand.

it's a little maddening that he's so aware. she was brilliant, he got in over his head, her mind games (manipulation, cruelty, forcing him to face things instead of letting him do it in his own time) and it’s a perfect contrast to scully. she’s the opposite of scully in every way. where phoebe is fire, scully is ice. where phoebe is cruel, she's so kind & gentle & supportive. where phoebe is manipulative, scully is supportive — literally so supportive, constantly throwing him a lifeline, making sure he knows he doesn't have to do it alone but (mostly) respecting his choice.

she lets him face is demons, but she’s going to continue working the case. because they're partners, and she can tell they're not going to get very far.

also. everyone should read kae's posts about fire/phoebe. they are the best ones:

fire script

scully is not jealous with kae's tags

scully knows phoebe is Awful

and bonus: i did one of my episode posts lol (genuinely don't remember it oops)

#fire #phoebe greene #mulder and scully #the x files

[lewmagoo]

favorite human spotlight

each saturday, i will be hosting something called a “favorite human spotlight”. which is exactly what it sounds like. i will put one of my favorite people on this site in the spotlight and talk about what i love about them, my favorite creation of theirs, so on and so forth. just as a way to make them smile and let them know their presence here is invaluable!

for me, it’s only fitting that sweet alex, @bradshawsbitch, is the first person highlighted.

i think we started talking regularly a year ago at this point? can’t believe it’s been that long. from day one alex has been the sweetest, kindest soul. you know when you meet a person who just gets you? that’s exactly what this is.

whether it’s bouncing story ideas off of each other, creating in depth lore for our favorite cowboy, talking on the phone, or just taking a moment to vent and discuss whatever, she’s always there, and always willing to listen. truly one of the most wonderful people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and i’m so happy our paths have crossed.

i am so in awe of her writing talent and creative brain. these are two of my all time favorite works of hers:

son of a preacher man - i’m such a sucker for a religious themed story and this one captures that essence perfectly. it’s laced with naughtiness and religious imagery, and rhett is just plain filthy in it, as to be expected. i’ve re-read it many times and it never gets old. forever a favorite.

winter blues - the emotional impact this story had on me is remarkable. i still think about it often. the way rhett gets a chance to be vulnerable and cry out some of his pain touched me so deeply. it characterizes him so well, and provides such good insight to his feelings.

but she has so many more fantastic stories that are so worth the read.

alex, you are special just the way you are, and deserve to take up space here in this community. i'm happy you're here <3

#favorite human spotlight #alex

[midnight-glasses]

Could you write headcanons about the intimacy and romantic gestures between Carla and Yui?

I believe I may have written something similar in a previous post, but I feel I can share a few more thoughts about these two. There are some ideas swirling in my mind that need to be expressed in some way, and I hope you'll enjoy It!

TRIGGERS:

Mild sexual innuendos;

Possessive behavior;

Too much cuteness;

Despite their differences and the challenges they face, Carla and Yui find solace and love in each other's arms. Yui's ability to see the good in Carla and her acceptance of all aspects of his personality allow their love grow.

Carla's romantic gestures are a mix of tenderness and dominance. He may surprise Yui with gentle kisses and caresses, expressing his desire for her. At the same time, he may also engage in more intense displays of passion, like biting her neck during moments of heightened intimacy, showing his dual nature.

On rare occasions, Carla takes Yui in his arms and they engage in a slow dance. The world fades away as they sway to an imaginary melody, temporarily lost at this moment. The dance serves as a moment of tenderness and vulnerability between them.

Yui discovers that Carla is surprisingly ticklish in certain spots. She playfully tickles him, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. It becomes a lighthearted game between them, where Yui tries to find new ticklish spots.

Carla leaves little love notes for Yui to discover, tucked away in unexpected places. They serve as reminders of his affection, whether hidden in her favorite book or slipped into her pocket.

Carla enjoys teasing Yui, bringing her to the edge of pleasure but denying her release. He relishes in her frustration, making her beg for his mercy before finally granting her satisfaction.

Both Carla and Yui share a love for literature and art. They spend hours discussing books, exchanging recommendations, and even delving into deep philosophical conversations. Carla appreciates Yui's intellect and sees her as an equal in intellectual pursuits.

Yui becomes a source of warmth and solace for Carla. While he initially sought her blood as a means of purification, he discovers the emotional healing power of her presence. Carla cherishes their intimate moments, often seeking comfort in her arms and holding her tightly, relishing the warmth she brings to his cold existence.

Despite his pride, Carla finds moments of vulnerability with Yui. He opens up about his past traumas and insecurities, sharing his fears and doubts with her. Yui's acceptance and understanding create a safe space for him to confront his inner demons and grow emotionally.

Carla's possessiveness evolves into a deep emotional bond with Yui. He becomes fiercely loyal and devoted to her, and he values their connection above all else. Carla sees Yui as the one person who truly understands and accepts him, making their relationship a source of strength and stability in his life.

Often, Carla takes Yui to secluded spots where they can enjoy the beauty of the night sky together. They lie in each other's arms, marveling at the stars and sharing whispered secrets under the moonlight. It becomes their special sanctuary, a place where they can escape from the world and be alone together.

Although Carla is not one to express his emotions through words, he surprises Yui with heartfelt love letters on special occasions. In his own eloquent and poetic style, he pours his feelings onto paper, expressing his love, admiration, and gratitude for having her by his side.

Sometimes, the most intimate moments between Carla and Yui are when they simply exist in each other's presence. They find solace in silent companionship, understanding that sometimes nothing needs to be said.

Furthermore, Carla and Yui develop a deep understanding of each other's needs and desires. They can communicate with a mere glance or a subtle touch, conveying their thoughts and emotions without uttering a single word.

Amidst his dominance, Carla also learns the art of gentle kisses. He savors the taste of Yui's lips, conveying his love and adoration through soft and tender kisses. These moments of vulnerability allow him to express his affection in a gentler manner.

Carla discovers the power of his touch to heal Yui's wounds, both physical and emotional. When she's hurt or distressed, he holds her gently, his fingertips tracing comforting patterns on her skin. His touch becomes a source of solace and a reminder that she is safe in his embrace.

When Carla is in his wolf form, Yui finds solace in snuggling against his warm, fur-covered body. She finds comfort in the steady rhythm of his breathing and the thud of his heartbeat, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

Carla draws luxurious bubble baths for Yui, creating a serene atmosphere of relaxation and indulgence. They bathe together, the warm water soothing their bodies as they enjoy moments of intimacy and vulnerability, sharing whispered conversations in the fragrant steam.

Yui speaks words of affirmation to Carla, showering him with compliments and praise. She recognizes his strengths, both as a person and as a partner, and expresses her admiration openly. Her love language is verbal affirmation.

Carla demonstrates his love for Yui through acts of service. He takes care of practical matters, ensuring her comfort and well-being. From cooking her favorite meals to running errands, his love language is acts of service, showing Yui that he is there for her in practical ways.

Yui provides a listening ear for Carla, offering unwavering support and understanding. She listens attentively to his concerns, fears, and dreams, without judgment.

Carla's dominant nature sometimes clashes with Yui's boundaries. In these instances, they engage in negotiations, where Yui asserts herself and humorously challenges Carla's desires.

Although their relationship has progressed over time, old habits never change. Carla enjoys marking Yui's skin, leaving bites and hickeys.

However, he is not the type of man who likes to expose their intimacy to the public. He prefers to leave his signatures on less revealing areas of Yui's body, such as her belly, chest and back.

Carla's deep voice becomes even more commanding and seductive during their intimate moments. He leans in close to Yui's ear and whispers huskily, his words carrying a mix of dominance and desire. The vibrations of his voice against her skin send shivers down her spine.

He verbally asserts his control by issuing explicit commands that Yui must obey. Alternatively, he may simply talk dirty in a low, authoritative tone, with his voice reverberating through Yui's ears.

All my written content is original, however, I do not claim ownership of the characters depicted. ©2023-Present.

#diabolik lovers #midnightglasses #midnightglasses headcanons #headcacon #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons #diabolik lovers headcanon #headcanon #carla tsukinami headcanons #carla headcanons #tsukinami carla #diabolik lovers carla #carla tsukinami #tsukinami carla headcanons #tsukinami carla headcanon

[golden-rats]

Just a lil something about Aether leaving for a short while.

Words: ~600

Pairing: Aether x Dewdrop

Warnings: None

Tags: confession, revealing feelings, soft babies

The rehearsal space resonated with the haunting melody of music as instruments intertwine, creating an otherworldly symphony. Aether, the gentle giant with ethereal features, plucked his guitar, while Dewdrop, smaller and with an aura of passion and a temperamental nature, strums his. Emitting a fierce energy. They exchange knowing glances, their unspoken bond evident.

The final notes fade into the air, and a serene silence envelops the room. Aether set his guitar down, his eyes reflecting a tinge of sadness. Turning to face the other ghoul, his voice gentle yet laced with an otherworldly timbre.

"Dewdrop, we gotta talk…"

The fire demon raised an eyebrow, setting down his own instrument. "What's the matter, Aeth? You good?"

Aether took a deep breath. Approaching Dew, their height difference accentuated in this moment. Dewdrop crossed his arms, preparing himself for what his friend is about to say.

"My little fire lily, I have to leave for a while. There are some matters in the infernal realm that I need to attend to." He fumbled with the silver chain bracelet on his wrist.

The smaller ghoul immediately got defensive. Brows furrowing. "Leave? But we have gigs lined up, Aether! You can't just bail on us!"

The quintessence ghoul placed a hand on his shoulder, radiating tranquility, attempting to soothe him.

"I promise it's only temporary. I won't let the band down. I just have some things I need to take care of. It's all talked through with Papa. A replacement already got organized"

Dews anger subsided slightly, though his frustration lingered. "...Alright. But why now? Why does it have to happen now? Couldn't you tell me sooner?"

Aether gazed deeply into Dewdrops eyes, his face painted with affection and vulnerability. Almost whispering, he spoke up again. "Dew, our existence has been entwined for what felt like an eternity. We have summoned melodies together, shared our dreams and nightmares. And… I have fallen for you. I love you with a depth beyond mortal comprehension."

The fire ghouls eyes widened in astonishment. Shifting with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. The upsetting red glow from moments earlier fading into his usual sunset gradient. Blinking a few times.

"Aether... I had no idea…"

The tall one mustered his courage, his voice brimming with emotion. Hesitant. "I know I should have said something sooner, but I was afraid of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. I couldn't leave without telling you how I truly feel."

Dewdrop immediately reached out, his touch filled with newfound softness, cradling Aether's face gently. "I-I've been holding onto such feelings for so long too. You big, gentle giant. Fuck, I never thought I would have any chance. I mean. You're you and I am just.. me. What could I even give you?"

A genuine smile graced Aethes lips as relief washed over him. He enveloped Dewdrop in his arms, drawing him into an embrace that transcends mortal touch, their essence melding seamlessly.

"You're all I need. I don't want to leave you, little droplet, but I have to do this. Promise me you'll be here when I come back?"

Nuzzling against Aethers chest he huffed. Mumbling into the fabric of his shirt. "Of course dumbass. I'll be right here, waiting for you. We'll pick up where we left off… And discuss.." He vaguely gestured between them. "This."

"Sounds just fine to me."

They held each other, their bodies swaying gently to the rhythm of their hearts. In that moment, the world outside the rehearsal space faded away, leaving only the love and connection between two souls who have found solace in each other's embrace.

#wanted to jump on this bandwagon #been in a lil writers block hole #we gotta get back somehow #starting slow #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewther #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #fanfic #ghost fanfic #rat rambles

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

So I’ve been meaning to ramble about the beauty of four walls for so long now but am only just getting round it so i really apologise because the amount I’ve enjoyed reading every chapter and just the pleasure the story has bought me I should’ve been leaving huge appreciation on every chapter. You’re so talented.

I’m just gonna start by saying that four walls is one of, if not the most, thought provoking and intimate things I’ve ever read. I don’t really have the vocab to explain what it is about it, but the way you portray emotions and just the delicacy of every situation, especially in chapter 8 where they finally get together, is just something else. There’s this underlying yearning and carefulness in each chapter that’s just so realistic, and seeing it written down and feeling that ache in my chest whenever something you’ve written just encapsulates that so perfectly is just heaven.

Also the way you depict insecurity ;-; Alex thinking miles is suddenly going to start looking at him differently. And that possessiveness of miles and confusion he feels about Suzy because she’s more than just a fling and is in Miles’ personal space and bubble that Alex sees as his but now includes her. I just can’t because it’s so relatable and written SO PERFECTLY.

And the little details? THE LITTLE DETAILS! These tiny bits of intimacy like the mixed jackets and the shoes next to the door and the description of miles’ belt buckle and how it moves with his breathing is just- omg. And the little addition of Alex always trying to unlock each door with the wrong set of keys? And the ‘where’s home’ ‘here’ ’me too’? SOBBING. It’s honestly a little scary how perfectly you depict that kind of lostness that can be common for people who are constantly moving about and find that security in that one person who’s always been their person no matter where they are. Sometimes I really think you must just be one of them writing their actual story just pretending it’s fanfic xD

And the nerves, and that doubt, like even though Alex must know deep deep down that miles feels the same he just needs to provoke it until Miles breaks and he can be sure. And that ‘c’mon al, it’s never just you, is it?’ That miles says because it’s just them, on the same wavelength, overthinking themselves into being convinced the other doesn’t want them. And the HURT omfg the hurt. Miles thinking Alex is just pushing to see what happens and to get his own way like again I can’t explain how incredibly you do that and how realistically you portray it and without seeing inside Alex’s mind it does seem like that’s exactly what he’s doing. But Miles’ perception of him vs the way Alex sees him as home (like ‘just the two of them alone in the room Alex most often sees when he closes his eyes to escape other rooms’)just ASGDKFLFOENDB. Babies.

I’m really really late going somewhere and this isn’t nearly the appreciation I want to show for you or four walls, nor is it anywhere close to highlighting all the things that are just phenomenal about the way you write and portray these characters. But the way you write has honestly introduced me to this whole new world of how characters emotion’s should look, and how it’s this simmering beneath the surface that you do absolutely incredibly that makes the characters so much deeper and more vulnerable and just perfection

So thank you so so much, honestly love this story and your writing beyond belief <3333333

hii 💖 oh my GOD where to start??? this is so unbelievably, UNBELIEVABLY lovely i don't even know what to say 😭😭 genuinely, i can't even begin to tell you how much this made my day (scratch that. my whole WEEK) when it popped up in my inbox 🥺

writing four walls over the past year has brought me so much joy, so to hear that this little world i've created has been bringing other people joy too is truly the most special feeling in the world ✨💫

your kind words about how i portray emotions and inner workings is just - god, i don't even know what to say 🥺 that's always been one of my favourite things about writing, but when you immerse yourself in a character's headspace as much as i have with alex in this fic, it can also make it really challenging. like i definitely spend a LOT of time going back and forth and worrying that i haven't got it quite right to make sense for his character, or that i've spent too much time on the introspective side of things vs dialogue. so yeah - to hear that when you're reading it all the emotions feel that real?? aghhhhh. that's everything i could possibly want and makes all the challenges of writing it feel TOTALLY worthwhile 💗 (also, i love that you feel that ache in your chest when you're reading, because that's what i feel when i'm writing them in this fic too 🥺)

i'm also so glad you think all of alex's feelings of jealousy/insecurity around suzy work - that's been something i've really enjoyed writing actually, it feels like her presence is (slowly 🤦‍♀️) helping him unlock a lot of doors that it might have taken him a lot longer to notice otherwise! it's been really interesting to write that dynamic.

AHHHHH as i'm sure you can tell, i'm an absolute sucker for little details, so it makes me SO HAPPY that you enjoy all those elements of the fic 💗 also all your comments about chapter eight specifically and how everything unfolded there have made my heart absolutely sing 🥹 i was actually really nervous about sharing that chapter and worried that it wouldn't measure up, so hearing your lovely words about that scene is just - thank you 🥺 it truly means so much💖

honestly it's not the first time someone has said that they think i must be either alex or miles writing this, and each time i hear it it just leaves me speechless because that is just the BIGGEST compliment ever??? 😭 obviously we only get glimpses of what they're like from interviews, lyrics etc - but they have *such* a special dynamic and are such fascinating people, so to feel like i've managed to capture even a semblance of who they are is truly so special, thank you 💗

i'm going to stop flailing at you in a moment because i feel like i've rambled on quite long enough now, but this: "the way you write has honestly introduced me to this whole new world of how character's emotions should look" THIS??? this has to be one of my favourite things someone has ever said about my writing 🥺 i want to print it out on a post-it note and stick it above my desk ✨

thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a thoughtful and generous comment - i truly can't begin to tell you what a gift feedback like this is, and how much it inspires me and keeps me going through the tougher moments of writing 🙏 you also sent it at a time where i'd been struggling particularly with self-criticism and doubt around the chapter i'm currently writing, and honestly reading all your kind words just restored so much confidence and joy in my writing. thank you so very much, i'm wishing you the most wonderful day and sending all the best vibes your way 💜💜💜

(PS the next chapter is nearly ready now! 💖)

#sorry it took me a couple days to reply to this! #i wanted to wait until i had the time to sit down properly and give it the attention it deserves 💗 #thank you for being such an utterly lovely human 🥺 #asks #four walls

[cuddleyhoney]

this is my first fic so please excuse any mistakes lols

gender neutral reader - soft <3

Whispers of Love

Word Count: 2,800

Summary: John Wick and Y/N embark on their first lovey-dovey date, discovering the power of whispered words and stolen glances. Through their affectionate gestures and heartfelt conversations, they create a world where love blossoms in the most enchanting and tender ways.

The sun dipped below the horizon as John Wick stood outside Y/N's door, a bouquet of roses in his hand. Butterflies danced in his stomach, a mix of excitement and nervousness as he waited for their first lovey-dovey date to begin.

When Y/N opened the door, their eyes met, and a shy smile spread across their face. Their beauty took John's breath away, and he couldn't help but be captivated by their presence. He handed them the bouquet, his voice soft with affection.

"These are for you, Y/N. You look absolutely stunning."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, their heart skipping a beat as they accepted the flowers. "Thank you, John. You're too kind."

As they walked hand in hand, John couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. They were like a radiant star, lighting up his world with their mere presence. He noticed the way their eyes sparkled with excitement, and the way their laughter filled the air like a beautiful melody.

Their first stop was a quaint café, known for its cozy atmosphere and delectable pastries. John held the door open for Y/N, savoring the touch of their hand against his own. They found a secluded corner, where they could bask in each other's company.

Over cups of warm coffee and delicate pastries, their conversation flowed effortlessly, their words laced with tenderness and genuine interest. They spoke about their dreams, their fears, and the moments that had shaped them into who they were.

As John listened to Y/N's voice, he discovered a new layer to their personality—an endearing innocence that made his heart melt. He found himself falling deeper in love with every word they uttered, cherishing the vulnerability they shared.

With the evening still young, John whisked Y/N away to a serene park illuminated by strings of fairy lights. They strolled hand in hand, their fingers intertwined like an unbreakable bond. The sound of their footsteps was accompanied by the gentle rustling of leaves, creating a symphony of tranquility.

Underneath a starlit sky, John and Y/N found a comfortable spot on a blanket, their eyes fixated on the twinkling lights above. Silence wrapped around them like a warm embrace, but their hearts spoke a language only they could understand.

John leaned in closer, his lips grazing Y/N's ear as he whispered, "You know, Y/N, being with you feels like a dream. Your presence lights up my life in ways I never thought possible."

Y/N's breath hitched, their heart pounding with affection. They turned to face John, their eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. "John, you make me feel safe and loved. With you, I've discovered a world where my heart feels at peace."

At that moment, the world faded into the background as their lips met in a tender kiss—a sweet union of two souls intertwining. The air crackled with electricity, their hearts beating in sync as they embarked on a journey of love and discovery.

As the night wore on, John and Y/N whispered words of love and adoration, their voices a soft symphony in the quiet park. They shared their hopes and dreams, their fears and vulnerabilities, creating a space where they could truly be themselves.

Underneath the starry sky, John and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, the world around them fading into insignificance. They reveled in the simplicity of stolen glances, gentle caresses, and the power of whispered words.

Their lovey-dovey date became a testament to the depth of their affection—a journey filled with stolen moments and cherished memories. In each other's embrace, John Wick and Y/N discovered a love that was pure, tender, and brimming with possibilities—an unbreakable bond that would stand the test of time.

#john wick #fanfic #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick chapter 4 #keanu reeves #john wick au #jw4 #john wick imagine #john wick x you

[mordeiswrld]

HELLO!! how are you? i wanted to send in a request if that’s alright! since I wanted to take my chance to request this ^^ so anyways

may I request crismon, stolas and octavia with a Male! Reader who has a Karkat Vanitas Personality from Homestuck?

Thanks!

Hey im doing alright! thank you for requesting sorry this took so long 😅

STOLAS, CRIMSON, & OCTAVIA WITH A M!S/O WHO ACTS LIKE KARKAT VANITAS

CRIMSON👹🖤

1. Y/n and Crimson have a fiery and passionate relationship, filled with constant banter and playful arguments. Their conversations are often filled with sarcastic remarks and snarky comebacks, but deep down, they both know that they truly care for each other.

2. Despite their strong personalities, y/n and Crimson are fiercely loyal to each other. They always have each other's backs, no matter the situation. Their shared determination and unwavering support create an unbreakable bond between them.

3. Y/n's Karkat-like traits often clash with Crimson's assertiveness, leading to humorous and intense debates. However, they find that their opposing personalities complement each other perfectly, creating a balance that strengthens their relationship.

4. Both y/n and Crimson are ambitious and driven individuals. They constantly push each other to strive for greatness and achieve their goals, serving as each other's motivation and inspiration.

5. Y/n’s analytical and strategic thinking, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, adds a unique dynamic to their partnership. He often comes up with clever plans to tackle the challenges he faces, impressing Crimson with his intelligence and resourcefulness.

6. In their downtime, y/n and Crimson enjoy engaging in friendly competitions and games. Whether it's testing their skills in combat or challenging each other in intellectual debates, their competitive nature keeps their relationship exciting and filled with energy.

7. Despite their tough exteriors, both y/n and Crimson have their vulnerable moments. They confide in each other, sharing their fears, insecurities, and past traumas. Their ability to understand and support one another during these vulnerable moments strengthens their connection.

8. Y/n's Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and anger are often met with Crimson's fiery personality. However, over time, they learn to find solace in each other's presence and help each other manage their emotions, creating a space where they can be vulnerable without judgment.

9. Together, y/n and Crimson become a formidable force, taking on the challenges of their respective worlds side by side. Even when Crimson is doing his unnecessary evil bidding

10. Crimson may not like it at first only because you’re a guy and he dislikes gay people and couldn't ever see himself liking a guy but since you're not too much to handle maybe he could get used to this

STOLAS💙👑

1. Y/N and Stolas have an interesting dynamic, as their personalities clash in both chaotic and intriguing ways. Y/N’s Karkat-like personality brings forth a mix of frustration and curiosity from Stolas, who finds his fiery nature both amusing and challenging.

2. Despite their initial differences, y/n and Stolas find common ground in their shared intelligence and wit. They engage in intellectual debates and discussions, often challenging each other's ideas and pushing the boundaries of their knowledge.

3. Y/n’s Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and anger can often catch Stolas off guard, but he's intrigued by his passionate nature. Over time, Stolas learns to appreciate Y/n’s emotions as an honest expression of his thoughts and feelings.

4. Stolas is drawn to the y/n's sharp mind and strategic thinking, recognizing his potential as an ally. They often collaborate on complex plans and schemes, utilizing their combined intellect to overcome challenges and achieve their goals.

5. While Stolas may initially struggle with y/n's blunt and confrontational approach, he comes to value his honesty and directness. Y/N straightforward nature creates a refreshing contrast to Stolas' more manipulative tendencies, leading to a unique and balanced partnership.

6. Y/N and Stolas share a love for knowledge and exploration. They spend hours discussing various topics, from arcane magic to the mysteries of the multiverse. Their intellectual connection deepens their bond, as they constantly challenge and inspire each other to seek greater understanding.

7. Despite their intellectual connection, Y/N and Stolas also find comfort in each other's vulnerability. They confide in one another, sharing their fears, regrets, and past traumas. Through these moments of vulnerability, they develop a profound understanding and empathy for each other.

8. Y/N's protective nature, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, surprises Stolas at first. However, he comes to appreciate his unwavering loyalty and willingness to fight for what he believes in. Y/N becomes Stolas' confidant and steadfast companion, offering support and guidance during his moments of doubt.

9. Together, y/n and Stolas embark on daring adventures and quests, exploring the realms of magic and chaos. Their combined talents and abilities make them a formidable duo, capable of overcoming even the most daunting obstacles.

10. He misses Blitzø sometimes but he knows that if he stayed in that situation that it wouldn't have ended well so he just hopes that it doesn't happen with you since you and Blitzø act almost alike

OCTAVIA💜💎

1. Y/n and Octavia have an interesting dynamic, as their personalities are both intense and passionate. Y/n's Karkat-like personality matches Octavia's fiery nature, creating a connection based on shared emotions and a deep understanding of each other's frustrations.

2. Despite their initially abrasive interactions, y/n and Octavia find solace in each other's company. They share a mutual appreciation for music and often engage in jam sessions, finding comfort and expression through their shared love for melody and rhythm.

3. Y/n's Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and Octavia's fiery temper can create volatile moments, where their emotions clash and intensify. However, they also find a strange sense of camaraderie in these moments, as they understand the need to let their emotions out and find release.

4. Octavia is intrigued by y/n’s intensity and sees it as a reflection of her own passionate nature. They engage in deep conversations about life, art, and the pursuit of individuality, often challenging each other's perspectives and pushing the boundaries of their creativity.

5. Y/n's protective instincts, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, manifest in his desire to shield Octavia from harm and support her artistic endeavors. He becomes her loyal confidant and pillar of support, offering guidance and encouragement during her moments of self-doubt.

6. Together, y/n and Octavia create a unique blend of music and chaos. They collaborate on projects, combining their talents to produce captivating performances that leave audiences in awe. Their shared love for music becomes a driving force in their relationship, allowing them to connect on a deeper level.

7. Despite their fiery personalities, y/n and Octavia also have moments of vulnerability and introspection. They confide in each other, sharing their fears, dreams, and past traumas. Through these moments of vulnerability, they develop a profound understanding and empathy for each other.

8. Y/n's Karkat-like determination and Octavia's relentless pursuit of individuality create a powerful synergy. They encourage each other to embrace their true selves, unapologetically expressing their emotions and desires, even in a world that may not fully understand or accept them.

9. Together, y/n and Octavia embark on a journey of self-discovery and artistic growth. They push each other to explore new boundaries, experiment with their art, and break free from societal expectations. Their relationship becomes a catalyst for personal and creative transformation.

10. She confides in him about her worries and struggles and about her family life, she finally feels like she has a voice and that she's important and is worthy of someone's love even when her family is falling apart

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These songs collectively portray the emotional journey and complexities of Y/N and Conrad's relationship, capturing their deep connection, hidden desires, and the challenges they face along the way. Enjoy the playlist and let the music bring their story to life💖

•"Latch" by Disclosure ft. Sam Smith: This song captures the initial connection between the reader and Conrad, representing the magnetic pull they feel towards each other.

•"You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift: This song reflects the unspoken longing and hidden feelings that the reader and Conrad have for each other while navigating the complexities of their relationship.

•"I Will Wait" by Mumford & Sons: This song represents the patience and unwavering devotion the reader and Conrad have for each other, despite the obstacles and challenges they face.

•"Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol: This song embodies the moments of intimacy and vulnerability shared between the reader and Conrad, capturing their desire to be together and cherish every fleeting moment.

•"Latch (Acoustic)" by Sam Smith: The acoustic version of "Latch" showcases the raw emotions and deep connection shared between the reader and Conrad, emphasizing the tenderness and intimacy of their relationship.

•"Ho Hey" by The Lumineers: This song portrays the playful and carefree nature of the reader and Conrad's relationship, as they navigate through the ups and downs with a sense of adventure and optimism.

•"Only Love" by Ben Howard: This song reflects the unconditional love and support that the reader and Conrad provide for each other, creating a safe and comforting space in their relationship.

•"Happier" by Ed Sheeran: This song represents the bittersweet moments the reader and Conrad experience, as they try to find happiness while acknowledging that they might not be able to fully have each other.

•"Somebody to Love" by Queen: This song symbolizes the longing for a deep and meaningful connection, as the reader and Conrad search for that special someone who truly understands and accepts them.

•"Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur: This song encapsulates the reader and Conrad's commitment and devotion to each other, promising to stand by one another's side through thick and thin.

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