#I'm completely and utterly hopelessly in love with him

[gimmethatagustd]

pretty please | jjk

Jungkook is hopelessly in love. He's not shy about it.

○ Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

○ Rating: Mature

○ Genre: Exes to lovers, a hint of angst, fluff (?)

○ Word Count: 865

○ Warnings: Kissing, that annoying thing when your nips pop out cuz it's cold outside, JK being a Loser Boy In Love, written for @realityiagons

○ Notes: I'm so proud of myself for actually writing a REAL drabble under 1k like !!!!! CRAZY !!!

○ Post Date: July 9, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Pretty Please - Jackson Wang & Galantis

“Can I kiss you?”

Jungkook thinks he sounds desperate when he asks the question, can hardly stop himself from adding, “Pretty please,” to the end of it.

He supposes it’s too late to worry about appearances. Any ounce of dignity he had left is a puddle on the ground, mixing in with the rainwater rushing along the sides of the road. It’s such a quiet night that Jungkook can hear the rushing sound of water pouring into the sewers at the end of the street.

You roll your eyes, arms crossed against your chest to hide the perky outline of your nipples poking through your thin hoodie. It’s too dark to notice them; Jungkook only sees because you’re standing under the pale yellow glow of the streetlamp Jungkook is perched on.

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Consent is sexy,” he insists.

Jungkook wants to be silly and roll his eyes, too, but they’re wide, round, and utterly eager, waiting to track each breathy inhale that lifts your shoulders and the twitch of your cheek when you try to suppress a smile.

You take a step back, and Jungkook leans forward. Your gravitational pull is the only thing ever keeping him grounded — and just barely. His leather boots slide down the slippery base of the streetlamp, which he stands on with one hand wrapped around the wet pole to keep himself from slipping completely off the base and onto his ass. He likes to think he looks like Gene Kelly, hoping to woo you back with his pretty singing voice while raindrops trickle into his eyes and drip off the tip of his nose.

“We’re wet.”

“It’s refreshing.”

You slip your fingers under the edge of your hood like you’re checking your hairline for the disaster you assume is there. “It’s ruining my hair.”

“You’re always pretty,” Jungkook insists, hanging onto your every move just like he’s hanging from the streetlamp.

Jungkook adjusts his grip on the pole. His wet skin rubbing against the wet metal makes a sound that’s awfully reminiscent of a fart. He does it again, just to hear you laugh, head thrown back far enough for your hood to fall off.

It’s sweet until your face suddenly falls, and your laughter dies on your lips — lips Jungkook knows taste sweet, knows feel just as soft as they look. He doesn’t have to imagine what it would be like to kiss them or to be kissed by them, to have them explore his body like he’s something worth finding out.

He remembers.

Sometimes, he wonders if that’s more painful than having to imagine.

“Why’d you follow me out here, Jungkook?” You frown, even as a shiver runs through your body. You wouldn't be so cold if you’d just let him hold you.

“I miss you,” Jungkook says softly. He finally lets go of the streetlamp and hops onto the ground. Muddy water splashes against his ankles, but he doesn’t worry about soiling his cuffed jeans. He can only put his energy into watching you chew at your bottom lip, knowing it means you’re nervous, not because of him, but because of how you feel about him.

“We shouldn’t.” You turn your head, giving Jungkook your cheek when he leans in slightly. He can’t tell if it’s a silent invitation for another kind of kiss or if you really are done with him.

“I know,” Jungkook agrees.

You lace your fingers with his anyway.

Jungkook has never kissed anyone in the rain before. It’s only sprinkling by now, the two of you having gotten caught in the storm at the tail-end, you barging out of the nightclub the moment you saw Jungkook with a girl around his arm. It’s only been a few months since your breakup. You haven’t moved on, and you didn’t give him the chance to admit that he hasn’t, either.

He doesn't think you've ever experienced a kiss in the rain. It's romantic, cliché, and seems like the kind of magical moment you would only share with each other.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he likes it so much.

Maybe it’s because of how you shiver when he pulls you against his chest, both your bodies siphoning heat from one another until you’re creating warmth from the friction between you. He pushes when you pull, making your bodies sway, and your feet stir more puddles when you rock on your tiptoes to keep up with the desperate way he kisses you.

He’s all hands, finding the curve of your jaw and the dip of your waist, then mapping the expanse of your back and cradling your head.

Your lips glide together, wet from rainwater and spit because you love kissing with tongue, and Jungkook will take anything you give him. He’s a puppy, so starry-eyed and lost, trailing behind you with a “pretty please” nestled on his lips, waiting to be devoured.

“I miss you,” Jungkook repeats against your lips, breathy and with his eyes closed.

You run your fingers through his soaked hair to flip the strands off his forehead and out of his face.

“I miss you, too.”

And you believe each other, just like always.

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[mondaymelon]

— "𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀?" ♥

:feat~ albedo, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh x gn!reader:

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"...That... That was your first kiss?"

As ALBEDO pulls away, gaze hazy as the slightest red blazes across his face, his voice comes out as more of a whisper. He touches two gloved fingers to his lips, letting them linger there, before glancing up at you, a mix of confusion in his flushed expression.

"Ah, how peculiar... how could that be?" It's as if he's in a trance. He surely hasn't felt these emotions before, and everything seems all too... new. Like he's been submerged headfirst into a world that he never knew existed.

But your touch was warm, and with you, he'd be okay with anything.

"'Bedo, what do you mean by that?" You tilt your head, still feeling the remaining sensations of his lips against yours.

Suddenly, the male seems to grow even more bashful - a side to him that most never came close to seeing... after all, as the renowned Chief Alchemist would surely never be caught like this. Flushed cheeks, hitched breathing... yes, never.

Things just seemed to change for you, whether he liked it or not.

"Well..." He starts off louder than intended, and his voice grows softer almost instantly. "I just thought you were quite popular in Mondstadt, so..." His words grow even fainter as he ducks his gaze. "I thought you'd have experience with past lovers."

You almost laugh at the notion, shaking your head as you smile at the male. "Nono, 'Bedo. This was my first, with you."

Those last two words almost seem to make the male melt as his expression grows affectionate.

"Yes, dearest. You were my first, and you will be my only." ♥

"Ohoh, your first kiss?"

You can tell from the lilt in KAEYA's smooth voice that you've caught his interest. His hands are still behind your head, hopelessly entangled within your hair, since he'd been kissing none other than you so affectionately only seconds before. "Then, just now…" A smirk makes its way upon his lips. "I was your first, hm?"

When you meekly nod in response, he draws in a shallow breath, seeming to revel at the idea. You can see the twinkle that's found its way into his eyes as he stares at you with something different in his expression.

The silence is finally broken as he speaks again. "Dove, I couldn't-" He takes a moment to pause, swallowing. "I didn't think that..." For once, the man seems speechless, completely, utterly, speechless.

So he opts to the one thing he does know, leaning forward as he moves his lips to yours. And once he starts, he doesn't stop, relentlessly stealing your breath away.

It takes him quite a while to pull away, and when he does, his face is flushed, neat hair disheveled. "Fuck." And even though he's a mess right now, all his gaze is fixated on you.

"As your first, I'm special to you, right?"

His words come to sort of a surprise, was he still lingering on what you had admitted minutes ago? But all the same, you nod your head, smiling at the male. "Of course, Kae."

The use of his nickname nearly sends his head spiraling, but he manages to stay composed - as composed as he needed, anyhow.

He takes your hands in his, his skin slightly cool to the touch as he clasps both of them over his chest with an air of satisfaction.

"And just because I'm your first, don't think I'll be leaving you for anything." ♥

"Have you never engaged in such romances before?"

The way ZHONGLI speaks to you sounds like he's quite confused - and you'd be correct. He is, because how could it be that someone as lovely and flawless as you have never had a lover?

It didn't make sense, even for someone with a millennia of life's experiences.

Still, upon your confession, a part of him has been stirred. Could it be that you were waiting for your true lover to appear, so that you would be able to dedicate yourself to them with all of you? It was a traditional way of thinking, no doubt, but Zhongli was, and is, a traditional man.

Your first kiss... was all his?

The thought of such... a luxury sends the man's head into a flurry. Was it true? Of course it was, you would never lie to him - yet still a part of him held doubt, not because you might not be telling the truth, but because was someone as imperfect as him really to be the one to share such an intimate moment with you? As the very first?

Even as a god, Zhongli, or Morax, has his fair share of regrets - situations he could've changed, loved ones he could have saved.

Ah, but with the way he's feeling now, the way his heart thumps, the way his lips still hold the lingering feeling of you, and the way his face can only burn...

"It is my honor, love. Not to worry, we will most certainly have more opportunities to do the same in the future." ♥

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you being serious?"

It's almost laughable the way CHILDE instantly seems to brighten. You're pressed into his body, yet his grip on you only tightens, as if he's afraid to let go. When he speaks again, excitement in his tone only growing, there's also something else in his voice that you can't exactly interpret. "Then, your first kiss was with me??"

He believes you, but he wants to hear the words again, just to affirm himself. To hear them come from your very lips, for you to admit such a thing... his features grow more joyful by the second.

"Yes." You tilt your head to the side, rather quizzically. You aren't able to comprehend why he's so thrilled, but happy all the same. The way Childe smiles, not like the fake facade he wears like a mask, but his true smile. The one that forces his lips into a grin, the one that almost seems to make his deep eyes sparkle.

Maybe you were imagining things, yet still, his smile meant all that much.

The male makes a sound that's in between a gasp and a laugh, his boyish tone filtering into his voice unknowingly. Quickly, softly, so subtle you don't realize it at first, you find that his arms have found their way around your waist, hugging you closer to his frame.

To be in his arms, all of it. It feels perfect.

There's the sensation of something - Childe's fingers under your chin as he tilts it up, staring into your eyes with an unimaginable adoration under his.

"That may have been only your first kiss, but don't think you'll last a day without receiving another one from me!" ♥

"Know that if you are telling lies, you will be punished for desecration."

However, it's easy to tell from AYATO's jesting tone that he's merely joking - from the upturned corners of his lips to the way his eyes seem to glimmer, all of these signs are small hints you've learned to memorize in order to read his usual hindered expression.

After all, commissioner Kamisato Ayato is expected to wear such masks, and that is what he does.

"Ah, perhaps you'll confess to your crime if I do this?" His smooth voice brushes past your ear as he leans into you, whispering just shy of your face. Then, he bridges the mere centimeters between the two of you, meeting his lips against yours for the second time that night. He was warm, yet his touch was cool - all of it, the rush of emotion and expression, sent your heart aflutter with every second that passed.

As he moves away, a serene smile graces his lips upon seeing your flushed expression, while on the other hand, he merely seemed unfazed. "Ahah, so it was true."

His quiet laugh does wonders to your heart, regardless of the situation. Soon, you feel something else - the graze of his gloved hand, one finger running across your chin as he stares at you, gaze unwavering.

"You chose me, and I'll make sure you don't regret it." ♥

"Y-Your first kiss... with me... ah-"

And just like that, you've turned THOMA into even more of a stuttering, blushing mess than he was merely moments before he had pulled away from his first kiss with you. You can tell he's overwhelmed, by the way he grasps at your arm for support, almost like he's going to tip and fall over if he doesn't. His skin is warm to the touch, but it's always been that way.

When he finally manages to steady himself and speak, his voice is faint, barely reaching your ears. "Me, of all people...? You... You're truly too kind..."

And you can tell, from the way he gazes at you after he speaks those words, that he truly means it.

"Thoma, what do you mean by that? Of course I'd choose you, if not, who else?" You beam at him, smiling, and you can see the male perk up, almost like a puppy of sorts.

It was endearing, the way he adored you so innocently.

Ah, but he'd always been like this. Loyal, someone who'd always put you first, who valued your life over his own. You swear you can see his forest eyes glistening, threatening to tear up. "Love, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I love you, Thoma, and it's as simple as that."

And just like that, you've managed to capture his heart once more, a heart that you had already taken. He finds his place in your arms, leaning his head against your body with a smile, his own warmth merging with yours. He doesn't need to answer, doesn't need to say a word. The way his eyes sparkle with such unbridled infatuation is enough to confirm it.

"I love you, and that will never change." ♥

"I expected as much."

"...What?" ALHAITHAM's answer is one that's caught you off guard, despite all the other surprising occurrences that had happened that night, mainly how his lips had met yours. While it was over in the span of seconds, that moment seemed to have stretched out for an eternity.

Ah, but then you glance up, and something in your mind clicks. Maybe it's about the way he's gazing at you with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, or the way his multicolored eyes glimmer. He's amused, and it's you who is the entertainment.

So you repeat your question. "What do you mean by that, Haitham?" You hadn't meant to sound so accusing, but it slips into your tone - the confusion, and perhaps the slightest shred of annoyance.

"Hm, should I leave it up to you to interpret?"

"..."

"Honestly, all I meant was that you seemed to be someone... inexperienced."

"...Elaborate?"

"Must I say more? You're a terrible kisser, that's what." A playful smile, graces his lips for the briefest moment. "But it's not a problem, hardly one at all. In fact, I enjoyed it." The male being so upfront about his feelings was a strange sight to behold.

"Hm, should I show you what a proper kiss looks like then?" And just like that, without waiting for an answer, he leans forward, hands roaming, one behind your chin and one behind your head, tilting you forward as his face meets yours, warmth spreading across your body like wildfire. Sudden, yes, but not unwelcome by any means.

You almost feel disheartened when he pulls away, breaths labored as he smirks. "Not much better, however..."

"I'm sure we'll have many more opportunities in the future." ♥

"...Darling, you have to stop me from falling in love with you all over again."

And KAVEH wouldn't be wrong - he's desperate. Because archons, every part of you, every small aspect of your being just sends him more and more deep into this hole he's dug for himself. Every time you laugh, he can hear his heart rate picking up, his face growing red. It's obvious when he's in love, both to him, and to the people around him.

He was already so hopelessly enraptured with you, yet every day, he could only feel himself grow more and more infatuated. It was something impossible to control, and perhaps that was why he chased it so much - the feeling of loving you.

You can only laugh at his words. "Aw Kaveh, that's too bad, isn't it?"

"Quite terrible indeed." Now he's laughing too, and not the quiet kind - the kind where he's nearly doubled over, one hand on your shoulders as he practically beams. "Now come on," he cups one hand around your cheek, smiling with a certain light in his eyes. "We can't just kiss once and call it a day, can we?"

"No Kaveh, we can't."

The warmth he feels with you is unlike anything else. Incomparable, perfect.

"You make it too easy to love you, darling." ♥

(a/n) i shouldnt have written so many characters the regret is very real but hey ive done it like the madlad i am adjosilkvsdv

[bambisspeckles]

Simon is Hopelessly Devoted to You

CW: lowk heavy religious undertones, simon is fucking obsessed with you, allusions to p in v sex no details, needy and desperate simon as always, mildly edited!! Let me know if I missed anything <3

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Simon loves you like you're a god, he is completely and utterly devoted to you.

Every time he's near you his body fills up with a sickeningly, sweet desire that makes his teeth rot and his stomach ache. He can't breathe when he's away from you but he fucking suffocates when he's near you. You're his angel, his god, his fucking salvation. Simon never believed in redemption for himself until he met you. The day you smiled at was the day he was redeemed, he never considered himself to be religious but god loving you was the closest he's ever felt to heaven.

When he'd be gone for months at a time, covered in the blood of his enemies while terrors of the past haunted his dreams, he'd wake up to pray. Not to any god or gods but to you. He'd hulk his large body onto the ground and whisper your name over and over and over in prayer. He didn't need a god to save him if he had you, he didn't need anyone to help light his path home, he'd crawl out of a grave with half of his bodied decayed if it meant seeing you again.

Every time he came home it felt like he had been fucking baptized and made new. You'd welcome him home with a soft smile and loving arms, your body fitting so perfectly into his. He'd inhale your scent and his eyes would roll back into his head, you smelt like love, warmth, home. You'd cook him a whole feast and place yourself on his lap as he ate, doting on him, cooing soft praises and running your hands through his hair. He felt like a fucking king, like he made it. It made his ego soar to know a fucking goddess chose him. He was a sick man, a bad man, a man who'd bite the hand that feeds him without a second thought, but you still chose to bless him.

And when the day finally ends and he has you on your back, your eyes glossed over, and your thighs trembling around his waist, he'll look down at you smile. His own personal redemption, his own personal salvation, all sprawled out just for him, all sweet just for him.

Simon knows he's been dealt some shitty cards but as he pulls you into his chest, your even breathing filling the silence of the bedroom, he can't help but think maybe somewhere out there someone is looking out for him, that someone out there sent him the angel that keeps the other side of his bed warm <3

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Take this as my apology for slacking off! Thank you guys so much for all the support I'm truly blown away <3 Likes and reblogs are always appreciated and please please send me reqs/asks !!

[connorsui]

Infinite Heartstrings

Obsessed! Satoru x fem! Reader

Genre/warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, comedy, satoru falling in love with you

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo is hopelessly smitten with you, but his usual confidence falters whenever you're around.

Note: this takes place when everything hasn't gone to depression 💔

w.c: 1.3K

Satoru Gojo was not one to lose his cool. The man who faced down curses without batting an eye, who cracked jokes mid-battle, and who carried the weight of the world on his broad, relaxed shoulders—he was unshakeable. At least, that's what everyone believed. But those closest to him, like Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri, knew better.

"He's doing it again," Shoko muttered, glancing over the top of her medical file at the white-haired sorcerer pacing back and forth in their shared lounge.

"How could anyone be so perfect?" Satoru gushed, his hands waving animatedly in the air as he recounted every detail of his latest encounter with you. "The way she smiled at me—I'm telling you, it was like the sun itself decided to bless me with its warmth!"

Suguru, leaning against the wall with an exasperated look, sighed deeply. "You’re hopeless, Satoru. We get it. She smiled at you…and to be factual she wasn't doing it just towards you"

"But it wasn't just a smile," Satoru insisted, blue eyes sparkling with an intensity that had nothing to do with his cursed techniques. "It was... it was *the* smile! Like, 'I can die happy now' kind of smile!"

Shoko rolled her eyes, closing her file with a snap. "You’ve been saying the same thing for weeks. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?"

"Because—because—" Satoru paused, searching for the right words, his usual confidence faltering. "Because– I mean she wouldn't reject meeee …right!? …THE Satoru Gojo!? – I just gotta find the right time is all”

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a glance, the kind that spoke volumes without words. Satoru Gojo, the man who could have anything and anyone, was terrified of rejection.

When you spoke to him, it was as if the world slowed down. The way your voice reached his ears, gentle and melodic, made his heart race in a way he couldn't control. It wasn’t fair how you did that to him, how you made him—a man who usually had the upper hand—feel so completely and utterly at your mercy. That even his six eyes looked at you with pure admiration and beauty.

“God's it's as if I can stare at her soul forever”

“Do you see that! She styled her hair today!”

“Having her in our lives would feel less lonely”

“ She will love us too, right!?”

“She looks so soft…”

“Her very being is immaculate”

"Satoru?" Your voice snapped him back to reality, and he realized he'd been staring at you for a little too long. His face flushed, and he quickly cleared his throat.

"Oh, uh, yeah! Sorry, I was just... uh... admiring the view!" He cringed internally, immediately regretting his choice of words. What kind of line was that?

Surprised; you stared at him directly until you giggled, a sound that sent his heart soaring. "Your mind is getting soo cloudy lately, Gojo…but, I can't lie when you stare off into the universe, it makes you look cute!”

Cute.

You called him cute, for a brief moment Satoru's six eyes went silent.

You liked him enough to tease him!

Later that night, he found himself groaning into his pillow, replaying the conversation in his head for the hundredth time. "Cute … I can't believe she called me cute..." He grumbled, his face half-buried in the pillow, a faint blush still lingering on his cheeks. Why couldn’t he ever say something smooth to you? Something that would make you see him as the suave, confident man he was supposed to be?

But the next day, his resolve hardened. He was Satoru Gojo, after all. He could do this. He can make this right!

So, he showed up at your door with a bouquet of red tulips and baby’s breath, their soft elegance a reflection of his feelings for you. Of course, he didn’t tell you that he had grilled your friend for an hour to find out your favorite flowers.

"Red tulips?" You raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "How did you know these are my favorites?"

Satoru grinned, pushing up his sunglasses with a cocky tilt of his head. "I have my ways. Lucky guess, maybe?"

You smiled, taking the bouquet with a gentle touch that made his heart skip a beat. "Thank you, Satoru. They're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," he blurted out, and immediately, his face turned red. He couldn't believe he’d just said that out loud. The normally confident sorcerer was now a stuttering, blushing mess.

"You're so sweet," you said softly, and Satoru could have sworn the entire world melted away in that moment. Just you, him, and the beating of his heart that felt louder than any curse he’d ever faced.

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore. He’d spent weeks—no, months—dancing around his feelings, trying to play it cool, trying to be smooth. But every time he saw you, every time you smiled at him, he felt like he was going to explode.

So there he was, standing in front of you, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, revealing those striking blue eyes that were now filled with nervous energy.

"Any moment i'm going to lose myself…" he stammered, his voice a little too loud, a little too shaky. You looked at him, curious and a bit concerned.

"....what?"

"I... I really like you. And not just in a 'hey, let's be friends' kind of way, but in a 'I think about you all the time and I want to be with you' kind of way, — I mean — who wouldn't want to be with me right? — you would be with me …right? " he confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush before he lost his nerve. His face was burning, and he was sure he looked like an idiot, but he didn’t care anymore.

You blinked, taking a moment to process his sudden outburst. Then, a soft smile spread across your lips, and you stepped closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Satoru Gojo," you said with a teasing lilt, "I think I like you too."

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. “Me…right? ..you mean me….not as the stro-"

Silencing him. You kissed his cheek. “I mean you Satoru …I mean you”

Satoru's heart nearly burst from his chest as your words sank in, the warmth of your kiss lingering on his cheek like a brand. For a moment, he was utterly speechless, his brain short-circuiting as it tried to process the fact that you actually liked him back.

His usual confident grin slowly returned, this time softer, more genuine, as he gazed at you with those intense blue eyes, now filled with nothing but adoration.

And for the first time in a long while, Satoru Gojo knew that he didn’t have to face the world alone. Because now, he had you.

Ooc satoru is my fav satoru

[love-byers]

so as hard as it may be to believe, i was a mileven shipper right up until just before vol 2 of s4 came out. not hardcore twitter mileven, but a shipper nonetheless. i did love will and mike's relationship, maybe even more than mileven, but i never clocked it as romantic. i vividly remember thinking "aww, will and mike would be so cute together but they would never let that happen." and never thought about it again. even when i saw the rain fight and heard "it's not my fault you don't like girls" i was like "ohh wow so will is probably gay" and didn't even think he was in love with mike. i didn't believe that until the s4 trailer said "i think there is someone he likes" and of course, this was because of my own heteronormativity. i dismissed everything i saw and didn't even look for hints because the idea that the writers would allow a gay relationship between two main characters was not even a thought in my head. once i dropped that and started to trust that the writers actually cared and did want queer characters/storylines, everything made sense.

so i went into s4 thinking mileven were gonna be fine and that will was sad and hopelessly in love with mike. i mean fully believing it. so im mindlessly watching s4 e2 and thinking "aww poor will mike is so in love with el he can't pay attention to will" no questions asked.

then the fight happened. when mike blew up and said "you were! you were! you were rolling your eyes, you were moping, you were barely talking you basically sabotaged the whole day" i was like " how do you know that" but still, i dismissed it and barely thought about it.

then it happened. "we're friends! we're. friends." all the alarm bells went off. red flags flew up. my eyebrows furrowed. "ummm what mike? he didn't say you were more than friends. why is he viewing this romantically and why is he being so defensive???"

i was so deep into believing the writers would never let the gay romance happen, but that just couldn't get past me. there's no other way that line can be interpreted. that's a trope that means one thing and one thing only.

my next thought was "ok, this is gonna be like the rain fight. will is gonna be really hurt by this and go silent."

but nope, will claps back with "well we used to be best friends!" and i was stunned. utterly stunned. what is going on here? what is this dynamic? and why is mike more worried about this than finding el? why did he care enough to completely stop walking so he couple blow up at will for not talking?? but still, i was somehow able to let this go. because the writers just wouldn't do that. would they?

the mileven fight happens and i've never wanted to backhand a teenager more in my entire life. i'm reminded of stancy and their whole "i love you" thing

then THIS happened, and i was thinking more and more that mike doesn't love el romantically. look at his face when will says "whatever you didn't say you can say it to her then". will starts talking but the camera stays focused on mike and will remains blurred. we're supposed to be taking in mikes reaction. he says yes, but frowns and blinks rapidly. will was trying to reassure him, but mike has not been reassured. i don't know how to describe the emotion on his face. it's like you just had a chance to clear up your lie, but you still didn't, and now you're back to thinking about the moment your lie will blow up in your face. it's like his face is saying, "no, i can't just say it to her then because i don't want to."

the scene where they talk on top of the car is what started to make me think mike doesn't love el romantically. his reaction to will saying "it's scary, to say how you really feel. especially to people you care about the most. because..what if they don't like the truth?" he nodded. he felt seen. i remember thinking "ooooh. he doesn't love her and he knows she won't like that" everything made sense. if we apply mike's monologue logic to this, it makes no sense. whatever it is that mike is feeling, he thinks el won't like it. then he supposedly decides that the moment to tell her that is when she's dying?

mike is lying. he was holding back saying how he feels because he knows el won't like it. then when she's dying, he suddenly thinks his feelings are what she wants enough that it'll save her life? whatever he was feeling on top of the car and what he tells her in the monologue are not the same. you don't tell someone something they won't like when they're dying.

and 2 years ago i came to this conclusion without an ounce me believing byler could be canon.

[pink-tea]

your blushing bride

☆ pairing: kai kamal huening x afab reader

☆ nsfw, 18+

☆ sub! hueningkai, dom! reader, childhood best friends, pervert reader, more of a pervert hueningkai, kind of dark?, possessive reader, obsessive hueningkai, virgin kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, feminization (running theme of hueningkai being your wife), the whole "staying pure till marriage" thing but on hueningkai's side, very very brief mention of hyuka being ready to trap you, blatant disrespect of privacy but it's kai so it's ok

☆ brain dump on virgin! hueningkai who's been concerningly obsessed with the idea of saving his virginity for you so that he's completely yours when the two of you get married, but you're too blinded by the image of your cute innocent childhood best friend to even notice

ღ hueningkai's who's been your childhood best friend since kindergarten

ღ always the sweet one, clinging to the back of your shirt while the two of you run around the playground

ღ teachers would always coo, telling him that he has to grow strong so that he can take care of you in the future when the two of you are married

ღ you would always wrinkle your nose in disgust while hueningkai would blush bright red

ღ "eugh! no! hueningkai's going to be my wife when we get married and I'm gonna be big and strong and make sure he's happy!"

ღ that always made him smile; letting you take care of him just sounded right

ღ he's been by your side leading all the way up to now, hopelessly devoted to you and your promise to marry him

ღ he just wants to be your blushing bride :(

ღ but you grew out of your promise somewhere along the transition from middle school to high school

ღ suddenly you were more focused on growing up and finding other people besides your puppy boy best friend

ღ it's not like you didn't love him—that was completely wrong—you were still rightfully obsessed

ღ but you were much more perverted than he was

ღ learning about dom/sub porn, feeling yourself grow wet in your panties at the sight of a poor sub begging to cum

ღ you wanted to learn more about your sexuality, wanted to experience it more ever since one of your exes moaned into your mouth when you pinned him flush against your bedroom wall

ღ hueningkai...just didn't fit into your sexual fantasy

ღ sweet virgin hueningkai that would still blush and stutter when you played with his hair and told him he looked pretty with a flower tucked behind his ear

ღ your darling hueningkai who never got rid of a single plushie you bought for him, even when he started to grow out of them he'd never admit to using them to masturbate to the thought of you

ღ but it's not till a few girls behind you in the lunch line start talking about him that makes you wake up and smell the roses

ღ it takes them talking about how cute virgins are, how hot it is to take their virginity and stake their claim on them, even going as far as using hueningkai as their example

ღ you never thought of having sex with your childhood best friend before, he was just too sweet to rough him up the way you'd like to

ღ but the thought of other girls taking advantage of your sweet hueningkai didn't feel right either

ღ and then you couldn't do anything but think of how cute he was

ღ standing so tall now, an intimidating 6'0 but he still had the same sparkly eyes he did when he was barely an inch shorter than you.

ღ he still comes over on the weekends to watch a movie, still walks with you in the halls and talks to you about how his grades are utterly fucked, all while you daydream of just fucking ruining him

ღ you're almost ashamed, disgusted at the realization that you're looking at your best friend and imagining his lips wrapped around your clit, begging you to suffocate him more in between your thighs

ღ but it's the belief that you're such a pervert compared to hueningkai that lets him catch you off guard

ღ your beautiful inexperienced hueningkai also grew up, but it seems that you've forgotten this

ღ spacing out in class because he keeps thinking about how you called him pretty, touching his face and desperately trying to remember the skin and makeup routine he did this morning

ღ burying his face into the penguin plushie you won for him your freshman year as he desperately ruts against the mattress of his bed, vibrator hitting his prostate as he tries to imagine that it's you controlling the speed of the vibrations

ღ feeling you braid his hair and wishing so badly that you'd get bold enough to yank his head back by the roots and stuff your fingers down his throat, telling him to suck on them nice and good so that he'll be good enough to gag on your strap

ღ it's only natural that he catches on to your shift in behavior one day

ღ you're sitting on the couch while he's on the floor, head leaning back to let your fingers play with his hair

ღ he's trying to explain to you the way that the "bye, bye butterfree" epiosde made him sob as a kid when he catches the way your focus zeroes in on his lips

ღ his breath catches in his throat at the realization, and when you snap out of your daze you're staring back into hueningkai's wide eyed stare

ღ "you want to kiss me," he breathes out, almost as if in disbelief

ღ your hands immediately jolt out of his brown hair, excuses and stuttered denial about to leap off your tongue

ღ but hueningkai is quicker, whining and snatching your hands back to press them against his chest

ღ leaning up into your personal space, causing you to lean back as your best friend practically crawls into your lap

ღ "please please please, please you don't know how long i've waited," he whimpers

ღ "just want to belong to you, please just take me, ruin me," he begs, sliding your hands up so that they're placed in the conjecture between his neck and shoulders

ღ you almost want to cry with how turned on you are at the sight

ღ pretty little virgin hyuka who's desperately rolling his hips against yours as your hands slide up and cup his face, he's so drunk on the fact that you finally want him after all this time

ღ such a good reward for being patient, he thinks

ღ finally gets to get his virginity taken by you, finally gets to say that he stayed pure until marriage just for you because he's never letting you go

ღ doesn't even need to trap you because you're so obsessed with him, going crazy when you finally end up fucking him on the bed the two of you used to laugh and talk on for hours

ღ broken sobs and cries of "yes yes yes, fuck! oh fuck it's so good—finally yours, feel so fucking full, please—please just make me yours!"

ღ he's so loud and so sensitive, staining your sheets with tears and cum as he accidentally overstimulates himself by asking for more and more every time you whisper about fucking him full

ღ wants to be your property, he's been saving himself for years just for this :(

ღ fucking himself with his dildos and vibrators so that he knows how to arch his back for you, watching every time you opened your laptop so that he knew your password, going through your history to see the things you liked, the porn you liked, everything about you

ღ your sweet little not-so-virgin-anymore hueningkai who's the biggest pervert between the both of you, but insists that he's just your pretty little bride <3

[shanieveh]

Helllo! Your genshin headcanon "I like you so much, you'll know it!" Is very adorable 🥺. I can't help but fall in love with it. And every single of them touch my heart like asdhdgfjfkskj💞🥺. Anyway if by chance your request is open,, can i request for this same headcanon but for albedo, xiao, and maybe baizhu & gorou? Or just albedo🙏 please and thankyou sm 💛

of course!!! request is always open :DDDD

i'm in love with you, and now you know!

—in which the genshin men show how much they mean to you pt. 2

ALBEDO who forgets every experiment when you're around, your hair, you face, your features was all he ever needed to be acquaintanced with. He who draws your every action, what you imagined to be your most basic or even worse filters turned ito a beautiful masterpiece, every flaw and insecurity he creates into a mesmerizing artwork, because that is what you are in his eyes.

XIAO who hugs you and comforts you even in days when he is loaded with pain and suffering, who fluffs your pillows and ready your meal—not knowing how to cook but still tried his best. He watches you sleep in the pale moonlight, your cute little snores being his melodies of the night. Those nights by your side, in your hugs is where the protector becomes protected as he sleeps in your embrace.

THOMA is selfless to everyone, but how an angel he is to you. He who carries you when your feet hurt, massaging the sore areas while he walks back home. He who learnt how to comb your hair gently, styling it in every way you like, learning to master how you do it everyday. But can't seem to do so as he is distracted watching your pretty face concentrate, instead of the quick movements of your arms to create your favorite hairstyle.

BAIZHU who doesn't care if any of his patients need to eat the most disgusting of concoction to feel better, but oh how we frowns on his medical lab trying to figure out a medicine for your light fever, making ways on how to give you the yummiest and eye-pleasing but still effective for to consume. He spends hours, no sleep, no rest, just to see you get better and happier by the day. Baizhu who has always feared death, was even more scared of your single frown.

CHILDE who loves fighting, but not with you. Drops on his knees on your front door, no matter the storm or violent rays of the sun he will be still for days, to knock, to plead and when you finally open the front door to hug, to cherish. He was never really good at apologizing, but strings of tears and sorries were what escaped his relieved face. And then came piles of gifts and flowery words—you were his everything and for him to lose that means he is left with nothing.

GOROU who gets shy when you are near, but how he does for you to do so. Bakes cute cookies, and your exact favorite. Reads your belived novels only for his soldiers to laugh as to why the general was reading romance novels. He who mimics the way you write, the way you talk so maybe you'll notice it. The way he is completely utterly and hopelessly devoted to you alone.

[lilac-witch]

Infatuation - Ruhn Danaan x Reader

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Summary: Ruhn had been in love before, but the love he felt for his mate was all-consuming. Meaning: "a really strong desire to be near or know more about someone" Word Count: 374 Warnings: Strong language

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It was blinding, the love Ruhn felt for Y/n. An all-consuming, mind, body and soul kind of love. A mating bond.

The intensity of their bond had always been there, from the moment the pair locked eyes during an Aux mission. The need to be around one another was like a burning fire. Unrelenting.

"You know, you can go and play pool with the guys."

Ruhn glanced at his mate, the blonde he had nestled into his side, the love of his life.

"No, I'm ok here."

Her green eyes crinkled in amusement, a light laugh falling from her luscious lips.

"You're allowed to have fun with other people, Ruhn."

"But I have plenty of fun with you."

The level of attachment between the two was laughable, their friends and family frequently commenting on how the pair were 'attached at the hip'.

Not that they paid much attention to their ramblings. They hadn't met the twin to their souls. They weren't in love.

Y/n pushed away from his, a hand sliding between his shoulder blades, encouraging Ruhn to step forward.

"Go, have fun with Dec and Flynn. I'll be here when you get back."

Ruhn lost himself in the forest green of her eyes.

"You sure? I can just tell them to fuck off."

"Oh yeah, I'll definitely be popular then," she laughed, face brightening in amusement.

Ruhn couldn't look away from the pure happiness radiating off of her. The light to his dark. The peace to his tormented mind.

"Who cares what they think. I only care about what you think," he said.

And it was true. Declan and Flynn were his brothers by choice, not blood. But Y/n was the air that he breathed, the water that quenched his thirst and the food for his soul. She was life itself.

"Careful Ruhn, Flynn might start calling you a simp," she teased, a hand coming up to brush away the stray strands of his black hair.

"Let them," he whispered, fingers finding the contours of her jaw. "I am completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. And nothing else matters."

That was the truth. It was him and her, against the world. Now and forever, however long that might be.

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Hi everyone! A short story coming off a few days of inactivity. Uni has me swamped so I'm sorry for the inconsistent posting. Please feel free to drop a request in the Letter box, and thank for for all the love you've shown so far :)

[judasgot-it]

omg imagine this, s/o tells Tetchō that she likes someone and starts describing him (they’re already in a relationship)

Is there a Tecchou cult? Did I attract all of the tecchou lovers? Why am I not a part of this Tecchou loving cult yet? Someone please invite me...

Anyway, bad jokes aside, THIS IS CUTE he's a little oblivious... This is the only miscommunication I wanna see smh. This is also just really disgusting fluff, sorry ugh.

Scenario: Describing who you like to your BF (Tecchou)

"So. This guy. How big is he?"

Tecchou was laying his head on your lap, staring past you, concentrated. He was completely stumped. Utterly confounded.

"How big?"

That could mean a few things.

"Is he stronger than me? I need to know if I could defeat him or not."

"Um..."

You ran your hands through his hair, watching as he closed his eyes as you brushed past his ears. You took time to rub his temples, taking your fingers and brushing through the soft and fine hairs that lie there. Tecchou was completely relaxed in your hands.

"Well. He's as strong as you."

"How's that possible? Is it Fukuchi?"

You groaned, gently slapping his head between your hands. He just lulled around in your lap, letting you do what you want with him. He didn't bother to fight it at all, just letting you do what you want.

"Okay. Is it another ability user?"

"It is an ability user. You know him."

Tecchou hummed, biting the inside of his cheek in concentration. This guessing game was very difficult. A part of it was getting underneath his skin, although he was a man of high patience.

"Do you want to know more about him?"

"Yea."

You reached a hand down, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt. His breath stifled as you gently touched his clothed chest, although his face showed nothing.

"Well. He's strong, has brown hair, close to black - it's quite long, and I love to play with it."

Your hand that was still in his hair was combing his hair from scalp to end, taking the strands that sat on his forehead away from his face so you could see Tecchou's thoughtful frown. He was really thinking about the answer to this question, even as you spelled it out.

"Gorgeous gold eyes. There are these cute little tattoos underneath his eye, which I think are very cute."

You moved that hand a little down, just enough so you could thumb along his cheek. You leaned down to kiss them, although a hand pressed your shoulder back.

"So who is it? I don't think I know anyone that you're describing."

You blinked at him.

The two of you were so close that you could feel his breath on your neck, making your shirt collar feel a little warm. Your back hurt from the angle.

"Did you not figure it out?"

He furrowed his brow, giving you more than a blank stare.

You sigh, leaning up. You tried to adjust yourself so you could sit into a more comfortable position, although that led to Tecchou sitting up, still staring at you. The poor man was hopeless and looking at you for an answer.

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes. You took one long, deep breath in.

Time to give up.

"It's you Tecchou. I'm describing you."

You looked back at him, the man whos long, seemingly untamable hair was beginning to fall back into his face in some places was blinking dumbly at your answer.

"It's me?"

"Of course I like you, Tecchou. We're dating. Would I let any other man put their head in my lap and treat them like a baby?"

His face was blank as he blinked, staring at you as he registered your answer. He had spent the last 10 minutes hopelessly guessing who your crush was when it was in front of him the whole time. It was him, the whole time.

"...I'm not a baby."

He placed his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground near your folded thighs.

You reached out, taking your chance to rub your hand through his hair again. It was soft, the strands easily brushing through your fingers.

You leaned over, kissing him sloppily on the cheek. You could feel his face twitch, which only made you smile wide.

"Ok. You're still my baby."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you. He didn't budge. Tecchou instead wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his large thighs.

"I'm a grown man. How can I be a baby?"

"No, I mean like. Baby. Like a term of endearment. You're my baby because you're my boyfriend."

That was the first time you had ever seen Tecchou cringe.

[pastelmusings]

Newest OC so I can start building up my repertoire. So have some really messy headcanons (or just canons—?) about both him and his species, as usual pls interact or ask questions or anything ^^

Meet Ellis! He's a young dove hybrid prince (design loosely based off a wild pied ringneck dove, and I will draw a character sheet for him later cause he's a cutie), part of a sub species of Columbidavien hybrids known as Topeliaviens

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• For appearance he's really pale (not allowed outside), with round brown eyes, big white and light brown wings, and the same colored hair, and he's like 5'3

• His species generally stays pretty small (average male height 5'4 or so, female being closer to 5'8) and has a general lifespan of 65

• He's a complete utterly sheltered mess

• Spent most of his life kept separate from pretty much everybody, so he latches onto people quick, and is real easy to get taken advantage of...

• Doesn't actually have any political power, since he's like the third son and it's basically a matriarchal species anyway

• Lots of bird tendencies

• Nesting, preening, courting, cooing and chirping, poofing up when trying to look big and intimidating (despite really just looking like a little ball of particularly loud angry fluff)

• His species mates for life and become really depressed when separated, which does shorten their lifespan

• Excessive stress also shortens their lifespan

• They're just a really fragile species—

• Though with the dimorphism in the species the women are bigger and general stronger and less likely to just die at the first inconvenience

• The males also need less sleep, and have a natural inclination to scatter sleep for a hour or so at a time so they can be hyper alert

• They can mate with non-avien humans, but it's not recommend cause humans don't exactly mate for life, and breaking up isn't something they can really do—

• Horrible with direction, they absolutely don't have any homing ability like their pigeon counterparts and will become hopelessly lost real fast

• He, in particular, is kinda constantly sad and clingy, like a soggy piece of paper in living form

• Also an obsessive mess and prone to never letting his darling out of his sight

• Displays his discontent very loudly (the bird boy is going to constantly screech for an hour, making it everyones problem)

• Surprisingly very impulsive, in the sense that it's his natural instinct to fight tooth and nail to protect his love from any perceived threat

• Once spent twenty minutes fluffed up and chirping aggressively at a tree branch that kept tapping the window, and he wouldn't let you move from under him to show it was nothing

• He folds so easily

• People pleaser to the max and will cry if you're so much as slightly unhappy at him, I'm talking big watery eyes as he trembles like a leaf

• Actively hates being touch by literally everybody except his mate, and will cling to you like a second skin

• He gets kinda stupid when his instincts cloud his actions, like he'll try to bite at any hands that get too close to you and will probably accidentally smack you in the face with a wing a few different times, bit always fusses over you after

• He's obsessed with pretty shiny things and constantly gifts you both complete worthless little trinkets and priceless jewelry, expecting you to have the exact same reaction for both

• He will cherish every little thing you get him of course, even if it's just a little scrap of shiny wrapping paper (the kinda guy who'd be over the moon over getting a 'shiny box', like no babe, the gift is in the box—)

• Needs you to smell like him, he will whine and cry if you don't let him rub his head against your neck until you don't smell like anything else to his keen senses

• He'll usually 'nest' by just making a pile of all the soft things in the general vicinity and calling it a day, which happens more often if he is super anxious about you being gone

• If you don't sleep in it he'll cry

• Adhd as hell, he has the attention span of a leaf and the memory of a goldfish, also can never get anything done ever

• This is getting long so I'll wrap up by saying wings are sensitive and petting them will turn him into a poor cooing mess

• (Also despite how pretty they are, he can't actually fly because they're clipped ;-;)

[lollytea]

Hunter asks Willow which Cosmic Frontier character she wants to be for the convention and she says "[O'Bailey's Love Interest]" without knowing she's the love interest (bc she only read one book), and Hunter's face goes full tomato.

I'm constantly thinking about O'Bailey having this slow burn in the series and the burn was SO slow and gradual and NOT as explicit as he expects romance to be that Hunter didn't even notice it.

It snuck up on him. He didn't realize he had gotten so invested until it all hit him at once. Like there was definitely a foundation being set up in Book 1 but it completely flew over Hunter's head. But admittedly O'Bailey's interesting dynamic with the Keiko character (using that until we come up with a fanon name) was changing his brain chemistry a bit. Like there's something here that's reeling him in but he can't articulate it. He just thinks Keiko is really cool. He likes how strong and tough and smart she is. He's reread that part where she touches O'Bailey's cheek like twenty times. She's just really sweet yknow? He likes that she's so sweet. But ALSO cool and strong and tough and strong AND

Anyway when he gets to the part in the series where they finally kiss, Hunter nearly has a fucking heart attack. His hands are shaking. In his frantic efforts to turn the page he nearly tears it out right out of the book. Then the chapter ends and he snaps the book shut and holds it tight in his lap for a moment, like he's almost scared to keep reading. He will continue, he just....needs a moment. His hand is pressed over his mouth. His breathing is a little unsteady. It was like THAT?? Had it always been like that??? Huh?? How?? When?? Where?? Why??? Huh????

Hunter isn't right for DAYS. It completely and utterly discombobulated him. O'Bailey. His O'Bailey??? He got kissed. Seriously kissed. Holy fucking shit.

Now you KNOW that after this Hunter blushes every time the O'Bailey and Keiko relationship is brought up. He CANT talk about it. It renders him hopelessly flustered so he avoids the subject. Gus assumes he's just indifferent to the romance angle. Which is fine, it's not something Gus really focuses on much either. But both agree that Keiko is an AWESOME character. They LOVE her.

Willow thinks she's pretty cool too. Definitely her fave. (Tho O'Bailey is cute too 😊) So when the question is asked, she's like "Could I be Keiko?" And Hunter just. Freezes. He tries to answer for several seconds, his mouth flying open and shut and NOTHING comes out. Finally, he manages a jerky nod.

"I'll..." He forces out. "I'll get started on your costume right away."

Hunter blushes around Willow CONSTANTLY but nothing could possibly compare to the moment she stepped into the basement to model the cosplay Hunter made for her. Gus and Hunter are already fully dressed. He's decked out in full O'Bailey gear. And I swear, Hunter reacts like he had just been caught naked. Completely fucking exposed.

Cuz she!!! She's dressed like!!! And he!!! He!!! It's like!!!! Yknow????

[aetheternity]

On a scale of one to ten.. (5wirl) + Scaramouche

Synopsis: On a scale of one to ten how horny is 5wirl + Scaramouche.

A/N: When I have something longer I have to finish but I need more time to write. Take this real quick. I don't feel like making a full disclaimer so know that this has some mature themes in it. This is unedited because I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

Xiao~ 3

He often finds himself enthralled with your every movement. The sway of your hips, your tongue tracing along your bottom lip and the expand of your chest. He stares and outlines the scope of your body to detail every inch in his mind. Rarely ever is it in a sexual way though. He's just never imagined anything so amazing could possibly exist. In all his years he's never felt such an ache from a mere touch. So delicate he could cry. He needs your arms wrapped around him, massaging his scalp and tending to scar ridden skin. He finds far more beauty in simple pleasures like these.

Kazuha~ 5

He loves your body. Feeds off any and every sound you make whether whimper, hum, groan or breathy shake. He ghosts his fingers along the curvature of your spine and presses his tongue against the weakest points along your neck. And he can do that much without ever needing to properly fuck you. He lives for simple contact of any kind and satisfaction for him is merely the contact. The taste of your lips and the dig of your nails, it riles him up so nicely but being with you is the part he needs. So whenever you're ready to stop so is he.

Scaramouche~ 5

He's never needed sexual pleasure before. Even now he can't quite say he "needs" it. He's never enthused in the same fashion as you. Though he's never even close to forced. You'll lay him on the bed and slide between his legs and he feels.... eased. Eyes shut but not to zone out. It of course feels good but.. it's weird.. it's new, it brings along flutters in his stomach and brain. Twitches of his fingers and toes. It stretches across every inch of his skin like electricity sparking through his veins. A part of him wants this to end, this lust you've brought to him purely disgusting. But.. now that he has it.. He can't even attempt to stifle it.

Heizou~ 6

While he is incredibly easy to rile up, he's also fairly busy. Some day's you may not see him till the late hours. Other's you'll only catch the faintest scent of him as he crawls into his space by your side. Though on the weekends comes the makeups. The apologies whispered into the crook of your neck. The "I've missed you's" in the form of his mouth between your legs. And the endless barrage of kisses as he rams your hips into the mattress. Over and over and over again.

Aether~8

He looks so so innocent. Perfect for him, as he can simply excuse your limping for clumsiness. You can't say Aether's behavior was completely and utterly shocking. "It's always the quiet one's" did hold a ton of weight after all. It was simply the amount in which he craved your attention, your hands along his back, his teeth nipping marks into your damp skin. A very consistent pattern the two of you had built. Every other day ending in him sliding into you amidst the trees of the forest, over a crate in an alley way or bent over the couch in his serenitea pot.

Venti~8.5/9

What a horny god. He can be good he promises. He cannot. He's so heavily influenced by the slightest breeze of your scent it makes him near dizzy. Because how dare you have such intoxicating pheromones. He's never in his life been so needy. But now in classic archon nature he becomes hopelessly infatuated with his lover. Just craving a chance to rut himself between your legs, or fist himself while you watch. Please just give him anything he feels like he's waited his entire life to have you. It's because he has. It's not that he's always been this way it's that you're so close to his heart that your presence is enough to drive him to his knees.

[coffee-in-veins]

As someone who (very casually) enjoys Eldin Ring, I am very curious what you think

thank you for the ask! ^^ that was quick xD

well, then, i hope you won't be upset about what i have to say about it. i genuinely love it from worldbuilding perspective and it looks cool and thrilling more often than not. other things, though...

for the context, i did my best to like it for like casual 80 hours or so, playing very slowly, very cautiously, and probably very inefficiently, because i would often just chill at the location, so those hours mean almost nothing. i managed to kill the grafted guy, the moon lady, got to meet Ranni (god i remember at least one name from it all without cheating!) and got to the point where i was supposed to get into the autumn plateau which name i won't remember even if you torture me.

and this is my first gripe with the game. this one is more of a personal struggle, so take it with a grain of salt. i struggle quite a lot with remembering names, both irl and in media. i remember visuals, i remember voices, i remember plots. but names? beats me. hell, i only remembered Dis and Rey after like half a year of a deep dive into DD, if it gives you any perspective.

with that explanation out of the way, comes the gripe itself: most of the time, i was completely, utterly and hopelessly lost who were those people, whom they wanted killed and where they wanted me to go. my quests would go something like this:

"Go fight General Radahn!" someone said. I think I saw their helmet, twice, and I remember they are a blacksmith. probably. i remember the voice tho. they are genuinely nice to me, so i'd probably do it.

however, not a single braincell rumbled in that head of Tarnished of mine as i sat in front the screen and looked at them blankly: "Who?"

but the NPC already continued: "They are in Caelid!"

not a drop of recognition. "Where?" okay, i sit and think frantically, i have a map, maybe it has parts named, maybe i won't have to wander for half an hour before giving up and going to the wiki again...? no? well, fuck, maybe some locations are named? right! locations. jackpot, some have 'caelid' in them. ah, the red poison swamp! dude, why didn't you say so? on my way!

me, meeting Radahn: aaahhh, that big dude on a tiny horse! sure! from the promo! wait, who asked to kill him again? and why?

and that was every time. there are dozens of names and places and they all are deeply connected and you somehow are expected to keep it all in your head or make notes on a piece of paper, idk. call me whiny, or call it an aesthetic (put a pin into that, we will return to it later), but wouldn't it be convenient to have something like bestiary that Witcher 3 had, with a tab for people you met or heard about? nothing too concrete, hell, this series is know for being frugal with explanations but... like, something, so i don't have to keep wiki constantly open and ready to alt tab to understand who am i talking to and who are they talking about.

and while we're talking about dialogues, BG3 made me understand how much i need a tab where i can re-read recent dialogues. if not to understand things better with all the ye old-english-y words some of us filthy non-eng speakers have no idea even exist, then to see how those names are spelled so we can search them in wikis later.

and have you noticed a thing which is going like a red string through all of my writing? wiki. hell, i'm writing all of the above using wiki because i still don't remember how those people are called. you get used to it just to know who's who. wanna laugh at me? because i was so stressed out by the first bosses, i completely blacked out at the first boss, only seeing vague shapes, and i genuinely thought that Godrick and Morgott were the same guy for the longest time because i was stressed out, didn't have enough time to look at them and was frantically thinking of moves and skills instead of actually watching the cutscene with proper attention. it didn't help that they both spoke with similar tones and in a ye old-english-y way, and were in the same location. so yeah, you can imagine my confusion during the game later on...

there's one thing, though. constantly checking names in wiki makes you feel like it's fine to check other things too. and, Io and behold, before you know it, you're just tired and grumpy and look up where the hell are things you need, quests you missed, resource nodes... and suddenly, the best part of the game (exploration) is gradually chipped away, without you even noticing.

i mean, i had to look up how the horse is called and I love Torrent to bits, even if he is as responsive to controls as a DD2 bangwagon that was put on two very greasy, very non-cooperative pigs on skis. which is another gripe of mine, but the poor guy is so abandoned in the second half of the game, that it's genuinely depressing.

which brings us to my second most gripe in the game: menus. remember that aesthetic pin? let's get it out. menus are a genuine pain in the ass to navigate, they don't respond to mouse (oh, we're gonna return to that. oh, we're gonna...), and for the first thirty or so HOURS i wasn't aware there were other tabs in the inventory. genuinely. i simply wasn't aware. i hovered the mouse on tabs, they weren't scrolling, and knowing that this is primary console game, i didn't pay much attention to the keys besides those, assuming (rightfully, as i thought) that those were for consoles to switch tabs. forgive me for my 'pc master race' mentality, but i'm not used to things in the menu not being responsive to the mouse. so some of the quest items you see in there somewhere? any tab after keys? nope, i didn't know they existed.

remember painting quests? i loved those. but also i had no fucking idea you carried a copy somewhere in the bowels of the inventory tab. thus, like the moron i was, i would come to them, make a photo of my screen on my phone, and try to go around, keeping the photo up on my phone as a reference. or go back to the actual in world painting to check. my frustration was immeasurable and my pain was immense. or maybe you wanna find the weapon you just looted and see if it is of any use? pff, good luck, hope you remembered its name or how it looked, or didn't have anything in your inventory, else get ready to go through a warehouse of other gear you carry. not to mention that sorting on those is extremely non-intuitive. why are lantern and looking glass and prattling pates in one section but wraith calling bell and mimic veil have separate ones? why is horse whistle with flasks and flasks 2.0? why are memory of grace with the flasks and horse whistle? am i missing something?? genuine question.

quick side note while we’re at the topic of prattling pates, should i even mention how notoriously convoluted the better ending for my sweet boy Boc is…?

not to mention that 'Switch display' option is very... unexplained, to say politely. it turns out you can see how many runes exactly is Golden Rune [7] - if you switch the view. because having explanation of 'use to gain many runes' on one screen totally gives you a hint that it would say 'use to gain 2500 runes' in another.

i mean i get it. the series has a reputation. it is dark souls 4, 5 and 6 with a new coat of pain (or maybe paint), it has to be hard, you gotta 'git good', you have to fight for every sliver of lore and then listen to 12 hours of youtube explanations anyway just to have a semblance of understanding what's going on. but - and this is an important but - there's a difference between working for the lore and being unable to understand what the hell you looted and not being aware you can actually know how rune [6] 'many' differs from rune [9] 'many' without trying to go and use it and make a table with those orrrr - say it with me! have the wiki opened.

also the fact that nowhere does it say that spirit ashes can be summoned only in specific areas AND you need a bell you need to get later on somehow bumbling into Ranni is simply false marketing. i took twin imps as my trinket and boy ho boy, lemme tell you someone was pissed for the first hour of the game...

which brings me to creme de la creme of my gripes. the controls. pc port is... well it exists, and i still haven't recovered from that. it makes you extremely aware from the word go that you're not the target demographic. that you're unwelcome here. that no one looked at it and thought: huh, we have battles where we expect Tarnished to get on and off Torrent mid-fight, so how shitty of us would it be if we make Torrent summon be "F + [arrow up]" for keyboards? you know, so the player would have to get their hand off the mouse. mid-battle. naaah, that would work just fine, ship that bad boi as is! oh, and make it non-mappable too. they have keyboard with 75% keys being unused? who cares! it mirrors gamepad, and that is what truly matters.

i said it once when a pal of mine let me use his acc and try Dark Souls. i think it was the third one...? well, my experience was - 'i'm not fighting the monsters, i'm fighting the game'. and it's pretty much the same for Elden Ring. did you know there's a power off hand attack? i didn't. did you know there's a way of switching your weapon to hold it in two hands? i didn't did you know you can make it on the fly? i sure as hell didn't. did you know your RH attack is bound to your LMC and it fucks your brain when you play because here it plays role and you can fuckup by using weapons in 'wrong' hands? yeah, that i experienced a plenty.

do you know how i know all those? i plugged in a gamepad and oh god all of the mapping makes so much goddamn sense! i had to reverse-map things because i only played FF9 with a controller, and was extremely uncomfortable with it in a non-turn-based game. which left a taste of bile in my mouth.

loading times are awesome thought. i dunno how they achieved that, but that's hella impressive for a game this big.

i ended up liking the world. vistas. lore that people dig into. but this game isn't for me. not because i'm not interested but because i have a setup they clearly don't care about. and it's okay, i guess. but i have too little free time to spend it fighting not the monsters the game sets in front of me as a challenge but the game itself

hope it wasn't too convoluted ^^'

and thanks again for the ask! :}

[laesas]

kimbig for the ship ask!

KIMBIG MY BELOVED! SHIP! (OBVIOUSLY)

What made you ship it?

The short answer, is that theres something fundamentally wrong with my brain. I see Kim being mean and dismissive to Big and immediately open up a google doc. ..... also Nodt and Jeff hot. The long answer is that I dont ship it like a normal ship. It's less romantic sailboat getaway and more doomed sinking liferaft between two touch starved, deeply desperately individuals both hopelessly pining for other people (Chay and Kinn respectively) that they believe they're not "good" enough to have or keep or truly be seen or wanted by. It's the potential for character study. I love them. The shortest answer is of course: I'm right.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

It's just......... so delightfully fucked up. Theres something very honest about it in that neither of them are pretending that the *thing* between them is love or romance or anything more than just sex. But also something competely dishonest about the fact that it's just sex, because it almost cant be. They both have this shared trauma all tangled around Kinn, both of them grew up alongside him, both are at the sidelines, desperately trying to keep Kinn safe because they love him in their very different ways. Both of them are desperately lonely and carrying the world on their shoulders. The dynamic almost skip past friendship and romance and love directly to a kind of deeply cutting honesty. Theres just something really compelling about it.

Plus I just love writing this utterly insane dynamic tbh:

oop!

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I feel like this ship is so niche and unpopular that it's impossible to have any kind of controversial opinion on it.

I think my actual most unpopular opinion of late is that I have no idea how to complete the 2 KimBig wips I have. (help! lol)

💌 Lets chat ship! Send me a ship and I'll give my opinions on it ✨

[kotaerukoto]

Crazy how I went through a phase where I was hesitant to use the word hope while talking about Makoto because of how often the fandom's view of him reduces and bastardizes him into some happy-go-lucky hopeman who feels no negative emotion and now I'm back in my hope arc where I'm comfortable using the word again because I've figured out how to put Makoto's brand of hope into proper words that don't erase entire parts of his character. See, it's because hope and despair aren't a dichotomy. To act as if people or the world is only hope or only despair, just white or just black, is completely wrong. Just like it is to assume that someone is naive just because they're optimistic (spoiler: optimism isn't naivete) or childish because they're kind. Everything's got some good, some bad, and some in-between in it. Makoto's not some pillar of hope or avatar of everything that is good and pure and beautiful in the world, he is and always will be at his core just some guy even if he's capable of utterly staggering feats of heroism. Makoto feels plenty of negative things. A lot of them, in fact. Sadness, anger, jealousy, regret, even despair. It's just that at the end of the day (sometimes with the help of his friends and loved ones, too) he's able to accept, process, and bring that negativity forward with him because it's just a part of being alive. Getting knocked down, not knowing how to progress or if you even want to, being disappointed in what happens-- that's all part of being a human being, and Makoto has the maturity and strength of character to accept that and keep going even if the future is uncertain and things might not work out. He's a guy who cares a lot, who won't give up, and just keeps trying. A hopelessly stubborn guy who can't give up on his hope for the future, no matter how many times he stumbles and falls. And God, he cares. I think that means a lot.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Mass Effect Endings Ramble (very long)

Nowhere near there yet (still playing through ME2 atm after soaking like 60 hours into Andromeda)

HOWEVER I'm pondering which ending to pick

On one hand, becoming Reaper Shep is funny as hell to me and also soul shattering.

I think though I'm really caught between Destroy and Synthesis. In Destroy, as far as I'm aware, it's the only ending where Shepard canonically survives, but this also kills EDI and every other AI. And I think that's really unfair- to us, the players (but that matters less to me, a good story is a good story) but also to Joker and other characters. This game series puts a lot of emphasis on "what makes life alive?" And it really presses to us, the player, that it isn't necessarily living cells we define as alive that defines life- just a capacity to understand, learn, and grow.

Similar to EDI, for example, in Andromeda we have SAM, who is arguably developing his own sentience over the course of the journey in Andromeda, thus he is alive, just like Legion and EDI.

I understand Legion has to die- they relinquish control over their life to save everyone they love and hold dear. Their shepard- commander, Tali and her people, and the geth too. They grant their own people the sentience they developed entirely and allowed their people to truly help bridge the chasm between Quarians and Geth and Geth and the rest of the galaxy.

But Joker loves EDI and EDI loves Joker. Even if Joker knew it had to happen, he knows Shepard (or at least, a paragon Shepard) would do anything to keep everyone they could alive. And he'd still hurt over losing her. Watching the development of those two together is just too important to me.

But then, we all want Shepard to live. And I accept that the Citadel DLC basically cushions all endings that isn't Control (since Shep becomes reaper Shep of course). I am fine with it being the cushion for it because I refuse to believe they don't all live because screw realism, yk?

I can get into how I understand the mechanics of story telling and how I want every character I love to live, from Legion to Mordin to Kirrahe to Nihlus to even Saren to survive (Saren because I have a soft spot for turians and I got the paragon option to get through to Saren and I know he wasn't what he became, just like Benezia wasn't. Sovereign was powerful and Saren likely didn't come across Sovereign purposefully and didn't, under it all, want to stay. It's like you become the exact opposite of what you truly are when under Sovereign's power.)

I can get into how I want everyone happy because I do and I want them to all live happily.

All these different species and people only ever met because of Shep. They only ever found love in some endings (like Tali and garrus together) because of Shep. They only became who they were because of Shep. (Ex: plenty of them were just "normal" people. Tali was just on her Pilgrimage, which was completed with Shep's help. Garrus was a man who hated red tape but a paragon Shepard stops him from keeling over a very dark ledge, seen in his ME2 loyalty mission where he insists on killing sidonis when really, it would've hurt garrus more. Would've been worse. Alenko who was just a soldier until he got promoted and became Commander Alenko, because he moved on after Shep died with the SR1. That kind of thing.)

They only became more of themselves- for renegade or for paragon, better or worse- because of Shepard, who they're all (if you do loyalty missions) hopelessly devoted to.

Even without romances, the endings are all painful for many reasons, regardless of the Citadel DLC cushioning that pain. We've had three games to be utterly devoted to not only the character we've created and curated and grown from just a commander who comes from any sort of background, to Commander motherfucking Shepard vas Normandy, friend (or foe) to everyone in the galaxy as long as they're the right type of person for whatever Shep we create.

We get so attached, so seeing them ripped away hurts more.

I think synthesis is the one that I, if I were in Shepard's shoes, would choose realistically. All synthetic and AI life would understand and live on

And that's all my Shep would want. That, and the reapers would assist in sharing knowledge. Everyone together would help rebuild. The Normandy crew survives, and so does the Normandy. (Joker, ME2: I'm not losing another Normandy!) Joker would have EDI, all would be, for intents and purposes, well...

All that would be lost is Shepard. Shepard is vital, fundamental, and key to what keeps them all together in this story. They all found each other through some insane half-dead, half-alive Spectre Commander ship captain impossible odds dead person walking who can- and will- kill or cure or help or hinder anyone who gets in their way or needs help regardless of what happens. Consequences- good, bad, or both- be utterly damned

My Shep would take synthesis, I think, as they're a reflection of myself. An insert, as Shepard was intended to be. They would choose synthesis realistically, just so everyone survived, regardless of them being lost.

But that begs the question- would their death mean anything? To outsiders, to the entire galaxy- yes. It would change so much, no matter which ending taken.

But synthesis in particular would leave everyone alive and mourning the person who found them all, fought with them, fought beside them, and brought them all back together countless times, all the while bringing new people with them. New friends. New family.

Synthesis would leave everyone heartbroken and would they even stay? Together, by one another's sides, fighting even still, helping to rebuild, while Shepard is not their to guide them? Laugh with them, help with them, cry with them?

Would they all just leave again, just like they did after Shepard died with the original Normandy?

There's a chance, even after all that happened through all three games.

Losing one another is tough- Mordin, because he grows on the crew, EDI, who is curious and sassy as she grows and who grows with us the player and the ship sees develop, etc. Losing each other is rough and hurts like hell. But losing the single person who anchors them? Who knows all their worst choices, their best, who was the sole person trusted with their pasts? Jack trusted Shep with her childhood horrors. Miranda trusted Shep with her sister. Garrus trusted Shep more times than I can say. Liara trusted Shep to help her take down the Shadow Broker. Samara with Morinth- and the emotions coming with. Mordin and his assistant, student, friend.

Shepard is trusted with things that nobody else in the galaxy is trusted with. They are trusted to decide how the story goes. Whether the characters wallow in hurt or finally feel freed from the pain of their pasts.

Would they stick together in honour of one another and their Shepard or would they shatter and fall away?

I think an argument for either side could be made.

I think, honestly, I'm going to go for Synthesis because it's what I would do. I only seek to help people, regardless of whether or not they were made or regardless of what their species did to another. All that there is to me, even in games, is the now and the future. What can be done now? Where do we go next?

I'd rather one die for millions- even if saving the council was a choice made as a way for me to maliciously comply to them pissing me off about the reapers numerous times- than millions die for one, yk?

Anyways SUPER long rant post, mind is running at about a million. Hopefully my thoughts are (semi?) understandable. This was a lot and I don't think any ending or any Shepard is a bad way to play, badly written, etc! I think all are fascinating choices and I'm one of many true paragons (aside from the choice with Kai Leng. I'm renegade stabbing that bitch for thane. "That was for Thane, you son of a bitch!" Can't wait for that. The shock value would be god damn comedic with a Shepard with 0 renegade points.)

I really can't wait to play the rest of 2 and start 3 (and I regret not knowing I couldn't save Kirrahe in ME1 earlier!! I didn't know. Fuck!! Love him so much. Getting his "hold the line" tattooed.)

I'm really loving this whole journey and writing all my rambles out is really nice for me. And I've found a lot of others seem to enjoy seeing me ramble, so uh... Yeah! Ask away if you have questions about my opinions or whatever or gimme your thoughts too!

All in all, I'm loving this. And I know my Shepard would survive out of sheer spite alone, no matter the ending.

So here, have my dumbass Shepard who always wears fatigues or red and black armour XD (aka Commander ??? Shep vas Normandy. They/them, afab/fem!Shep body. I've got more info on them, their past, etc but this post is already a mile long lmao. Just ask if you want info ig lol)