touch starved f/o who never initiates. they're always watching your hands when you're nearby, silently wondering if you'll touch them. they act like it's no big deal when you finally do, but the quiet sigh they let out betrays how much they need it.
touch starved f/o who wilts when you forget to give them a kiss in the morning, never one to ask, but the second you remember they're grinning giddily as you pepper their face with kisses.
touch starved f/o who gets bold when it's just the two of you, building up the courage to rest a hand on your hip, your arm, your thigh. it's never pushy, always gentle, just a quiet reminder that you're real beside them.
That male character that your lady is always shipped with? That guy is so so confused looking at all that art and writing like, she has a partner already??? He can’t possibly imagine her with any one else but you! He’ll say as much to anyone who claims otherwise.
That female character she’s always shipped with? She also very confused! She doesn’t see your f/o like that at all! Rest assured, she sees you two together and sees a perfectly happy couple! And if someone insist she’s with your love, she’ll be the first one push back and talk about how much you guys love eachother!
Any character who is shipped with your f/o is simply not right for them, and they already know it bc you are right for them! Always have been, always will be~
sighs SO DEEPLY she's beautiful and amazing and perfect and wonderful and gorgeous and fabulous and everything i hold dear in the world and ohhhh nova....my gf
If someone is doing things that don't make Sense, try to understand that it is entirely possible that their brain is probably under an enormous weight and fracturing under the pressure. People who have been stabbed will sometimes talk a circle around the fact that they've been stabbed because stress and shock prevent you from recognizing the distress you are in and what you need to do to seek help for it. PTSD will do this also. You will find yourself repeatedly jamming a bag of frozen fruit into the same spot in the freezer where it doesn't fit and keeps falling, over and over and over, focused on nothing but that bag. You will decide that a beanbag chair is 10000% necessary to your life. You will lose your entire shit because you stubbed your toe on a table and that means the whole setup of your furniture is wrong. These are largely harmless examples. People under strain will also hurt themselves and others. Cornered animals bite. And it doesn't heal the bite to go "Hey, are you okay?" But it might get you to an animal that stops biting, so you can start to heal. And before you had an animal that bit, you probably had an animal that kept doing shit you didn't understand as stress signals
♟️ also no pressure i literally do the same thing wrt never actually DOING the prompts 😆
FINALLY GETTING TO ONE OF THESE HECK YES thank-you for this prompt of course I have chosen Nova because NOVA <3 It's small but I just wanted to write about us holding hands playing Battleship
♟️: (S/I) and (F/O) playing a board game on a cozy day at home.
ship: Days Lie Dormant (nova [transfem!Clancy] x axel)
wc: 611
rating: g
The storm rumbled hard and loud outside of the apartment building. Rain lashed against the window, droplets racing down the glass in a battle that had no ending. Nova's eyes followed the motions as she leaned on the sill. Her lashes felt heavy and the wind blew, howling like a dog in chase.
Inside, though, was warm. Axel's home was warm, his fireplace burning hot with fresh newspaper and logs. She was wrapped in one of his sweaters, the large size draping across her thin frame. Her legs were tucked up in a knitted skirt, fuzzy woolen socks trapped the heat in her soles.
"Hey," Axel hummed as he offered her a warm cup, "I made hot chocolate. I found Battleship if you want to play "
"Battleship?" Nova mused as she raised an eyebrow at her partner, accepting the beverage, "You want to play a game of wits against ME?"
"I can take you in Battleship." Axel guffawed as he offered his empty hand to her. Nova accepted it with a curtsy, standing and following her boyfriend to the dining room table they shared. Nova put her cup down on the surface, reaching out for the old, faded cardboard box holding the game suggested.
"Who goes first?"
"Hmmm....rock paper scissors for it?"
Their hands balled into fists, both threw their signs into the center of the table. Axel's hands were flat in a paper, but Nova's had stuck out two of her fingers in the motion of a scissor. Axel groaned, but his girlfriend clapped and cheered for her victory before hurriedly focusing on her board.
Axel admired her face as she did. The scrunch of her nose as she focused. The little way her tongue stuck out, licking at her lips as she tapped a hand on the table.
He loved the fire in her eyes. Her beautiful face, the way it was rounded into her buzzed hair. He loved helping her buzz her hair when she let him.
"Axel?"
He blinked, focusing back into the present, face red. "What?" He managed out. Nova laughed, her mouth pulling into a wide toothed smile. Revealing her crooked bottom teeth and letting them sparkle.
"I said B7. Hit or miss?" She repeated, "You're the one who said you wanted to play this game."
"Sorry I just...You're so pretty, Nov..."
It was her turn to turn red, her cheeks hot as he spoke. As his face softened into something tender and beautiful towards her. A hand found her own, squeezing gently. She gripped him back, holding him like her life depended on it. The wind hit the windows, mixing with the crackling of the fireplace as Axel cleared his throat and reached for one of his pegs.
"Miss." He teased with a smile. Nova groaned, throwing her head back as she laughed.
"No fair, you were buttering me up! I thought I got something on my first try."
"Maybe your next one." Axel teased, searching the board of his own numbers, "Uhhh, D-1."
"Miss!" Nova giggled, "Gotta try harder than that. Where's your motivation?"
"What? Loser gets to buy us dinner?"
"Hmmm, deal! I'm going to win though."
She was concentrated now. Eager and happy as she began to scan her board again. Axel squeezed her hand, making her look up in surprise. He opened his mouth, intending to say everything he though. How beautiful she was. How perfect she was. How amazing it was that he could spend time with her.
"...I love you, Nova. I really do."
She leaned over her board to kiss him, smiling against his lips as she returned the sentiment: