WHICH LOVE FANFIC TROPE IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP? - pick a picture
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-> REQUESTED? no.
— take a deep breath and close your eyes. don't rush while picking, and go with the first thing that comes to your mind and sticks on your tongue. the choice is yours, and it's okay to pick multiple. if none of this resonates, that's okay! trust your intuition. since this is a collective reading, every part may not align; please take what does and let the rest fly! feel free to check out my other readings if you fw this one.
R/N: gajskekeis I've been so nervous to post this & idky!! hope you guys like it. 🫶🏽 this is preview of what a future game would look like with this idea!
PILE 1 -> "DRUNK CONFESSION."
8 of pentacles, 3 of cups & 3 of wands
they had been thinking about confessing to you for awhile.
late at night, early in the morning and even in the middle of the day (especially in the middle of the day) they couldn't focus. brushing their teeth, eating their lunch, taking a shower, doing the dishes—they couldn't even sleep peacefully without you popping up in their mind.
they've spent so long nonchalantly glancing your way from across the room, hoping somehow you two will have to work together or spend some time alone. in tonight's scenario, they are just now leaving the small hangout with a couple of group/coworkers/classmates, and lamenting the fact you weren't there. and because they couldn't bring themselves to ask you out privately, they end the night walking back home alone with liquid courage taking over their system as their thoughts only circulate you.
they replay all the moments they've spent with you, the conversations you guys have shared, if you guys ever managed to briefly touch each other and how it made them feel. as all of those moments consistently run through their mind, very naturally their drunken fingers find their way to their contacts and they find you on the phone, waiting to be awoken by their selfish confession. they face their fears, and decide this is the moment that makes or breaks them. and when you actually pick up, and they don't know how to start—or even what to say to you—they freeze up. before the dam breaks, they're barely able to get through the prompt of asking if you're awake and how you've been. instead they just tell you everything they've always wanted: how much they loved you. they regret it as soon as the words leave their lips and they hang up as it soon starts to feel like the worst and most embarrassing decision they have ever made in their life.
except one thing they don't know is that you’re on the other end—frozen in place as you can't decipher if this was a dream or not. because even with all the conflicting emotions (dazed, confused and elated) you feel the same way about them, too.
key channeled: long walk at night, alone time, pondering, nervous, sweating, kitty (cat), soju, city life, staring at the moon, crickets, yellow, midnight in the back roads of a populated town.
PILE 2 -> "ANGST."
6 of wands, 7 of wands & 8 of cups sw.
their heart ached seeing you with someone who wasn't them.
how you laughed at their jokes, abashedly went out of your way to spend time with them, and how close you two had gotten over time. how you preferred to dedicate more time to that connection and not water the other ones around you as much as you used to. even this newfound realization of feelings towards you had crept up so suddenly without them noticing; so they grew distant (or at least tried to). they definitely couldn't ignore the bubbling desire for jealousy. that their feelings were juvenile and there was no use in pursuing what they perceived as futile. would tell themselves everyday that deep down, they knew it wasn't healthy or mature to feel the way that they did. that they shouldn't allow their emotions to control them and to just take a “chill pill”. that they would never admit out loud is that when they heard you two were no longer an item, they selfishly let out a deep sigh of relief when you guys called it quits.
you guys stopped spending lunches together, talking about your favorite hobbies and interests, and soon you grew to feel rejected from your fs/fp. you started seeing them with other people, your conversations were getting shorter and your heart couldn't hide what it was feeling, and it wasn't intentional on your end either. when your conversations were starting to feel shorter and shorter, and it felt like you were starting to forget their voice when they weren't around. the amount of unspoken longing looks from both ends was palpable; the curt nods and tight lipped smiles threatening you both to revisit where you once were. two idiots who couldn't manage to confess their feelings for another, only because of a lack of communication.
one thing was obvious to everyone else around you though, that you two (especially your person) should work it out just like how it used to be.
key channeled: miscommunication, misunderstanding, peach, tears, longing, gates (gatekeeping), gripping on the strap of your bag, office space, coffee, self sabotage, conflicting feelings, faithfulness.
PILE 3 -> "ENEMIES TO LOVERS."
8 of cups sw., knight of cups & 5 of pentacles rx.
they didn't get the hype.
how everyone glazed the fuck outta you when they themselves couldn't see it.
just because you were pretty, sexy, beautiful, personable, the right amount of good and bad, always looked extremely sexy when you work, but so obviously unavailable while being the most right candidate for them (also, did they mention sexy?)… allegedly. you aren’t the only person like that in the world, but you are certainly one of a kind. not like they personally came up with these thoughts by their lonesome, they’re just a realist of course. a realist that could also see through your poorly done façade of perfection. like how they seem to be the only person to notice when you so easily say the slickest remarks under your breath—or that time they swore you purposely shoulder-checked them when no one else was looking. and they certainly didn't miss how you made sure to get under their skin during meetings and discussions, just to giggle at their reaction when they try not to react.
since the day they've met you, you've only been a nuisance to their life. your days of teasing them, giving them quick glances and always going after the things they wanted. being adequate enough to handle whatever is thrown at you, but managing to keep it all together until you’re finally able to break down silently at the end of the day when you think no one else is looking. but they always are, and they hate that they can't help it. your strength is what ignites a fire under their ass. gives them a reason to observe you like a hawk. not because they admire you and see your potential… of course not. of course they need to watch you, they need to make sure you aren't going after the same position as them! it’s not like they just enjoy watching you work and be in your element—nor is the warmth swelling in their chest because they love being around you; of course not! that's just bright red anger finding its way and taking place in their heart where it belongs.
secretly both of you knew what the reality is if you two actually stopped playing your petty games. that the scary possibility that there was something real, tangible and moving connection between the two of you is closer than you think.
key channeled: ice cream, sore throat, work office, grey pencil skirt, office siren, bun with hair stick in it, red glasses, burgers, hot (temperature), muggy, blueish grey, metal water bottle.










