#genuinely i appreciate you all so much for your thoughtfulness in adding to this discussion <333

[luthienne]

Also to comment on the previous asker's tirade: a very interesting thing about Sansa is that she's very genre-aware, but for the wrong genre. Like, in the books, it seems that the world-picture of a great many characters is jaded, cynical, "down-to-earth", "pragmatic". And whoever adopts this view gains power from it. Tyrion, Tywin, Littlefinger, the men of the Watch, the Knights of the Kingsguard, the Hound, the ironmen, Arya... They derive their power from their "awareness" of "how the world works" which revolves around selfishness, fear, greed, death... To an extent, Sansa's fault, to these people, is the fault of her father: thinking she lived in a better world.

She's still the girl raised on courtly love and virtuous knights, and they hate that she doesn't believe in "The Real World". They see her as too stupid to understand that world, or refusing to join it out of selfishness... In both cases denying herself power.

But it's part of what makes her a great character, 1) the tension between how she lives the world and how she wishes the world to be, something which a great many characters have all but given up on 2) the fact that she isn't really interested in power. She plays the game with Littlefinger because there's nothing else to do, but she'd rather be home with her parents at any given time. She wanted to be a queen, but now she wants something more human. And 3) that she's essentially Emma Bovary getting to live the stuff novels are made of, and she doesn't like that either.

But that makes her intolerable to men because she doesn't try to "achieve" stuff, she's not on a mission, she has no goals, not even pleasure. She's just a teenage girl trying to live after losing everything... She's "unproductive" she doesn't respond "optimally" to stuff, she doesn't care about "the grand design" of Littlefinger's schemes. These men think that if they were dropped in the world of Asoiaf they'd become rich warrior-lords from their jadedness, or change history. Sansa not "min/maxing" her life is an insult to them because she scorns their entire value system by existing as a teen girl.

To me, that makes her the most interesting character of them all, because she really is alien from all the other characters. She is watches them caught in the cycles of desire and suffering, ambition and self-destruction, and has yet to participate. Whether she ends up playing or stays removed, the journey to getting there will have been so interesting...

!!!!!! you articulated this so perfectly <3333

[aamircoeur]

celebrity gossip 2 ー ken sato.

the moment when japan's "it girl" decided to confess on live television, too. PREQUEL. PART 1. sfw, fluff. scenario & situations r made up! enjoy reading <3

"wait, okay. no, gods, wait," you rambled. you and your two best friends, tamayo and shau, were currently watching ken sato's interview in 'evening, darlings'.

shau laughed at your obvious nervousness. "just sit back and enjoy the show, [name]!" they exclaimed.

the flat screen showed ken sato in a black shirt that fit him so perfectly, while his iconic smile was visible on his face. "and may i just ask, my darling, of what your favourite thing about coming back to japan is right now?" the interviewer asked, placing their elbows on the arm rest of their chair.

"mmh," ken sato leaned back and had his hand on his chin. "without a doubt, playing for the giants. it was my childhood dream, you know." he started.

"of course. we've yet to interview mister shimura on his thoughts about his team's recent win and overall thoughts now that it includes you." the interviewer answered.

ken sato nodded. "oh, yeah, it's definitely better now," he joked, receiving heartful laughs from the audience and from the interviewer. "but, really, the team is what actually made me better myself. they're great, lively, amazing people filled with talent. in the fields and out, they've really showed me that people can be genuine, and i appreciate that." the interviewer had an awed look on their face.

"he's really such a great baseball player, no?" tamayo commented.

"i know!" shau chimed in. the two discussed the giants' recent game while you were in between them, wherein each player showed their strengths, highlighting ken sato's swift home run the moment he became the batter. you blocked out their conversation because for one, you didn't know shit about baseball, and two, you had ken sato's second interview for 'evening, darlings' aired in front of you right now.

"i came to japan for my father, too. he has been my greatest supporter since i was a kid alongside my mom, and it was about time i thanked the old man." ken sato smiled. "and, of course, you can not miss the japanese cuisine." the camera focused on him alone, showing his sly smirk while he winked at the camera, making the audience scream, and you, internally.

the interviewer and ken sato continuously talked about any topics that the former threw in, but now, the topic was about ken sato's social life. more specifically, the topic was about his answer during his last interview there.

"if it matters that much, i like [surname]." ken sato said, his thumb swiping underneath his nose to try and cover up a forming smile.

"[surname]? the [name] [surname], japan's "it girl"? that matters so much, darling!" the interviewer squealed.

yeah, that.

it seemed like their yomiuri giants talk had ended, for shau wrapped their arms around you and pressed their cheek against yours. "and once again, japan's "it girl" is the talk of the town," they smiled while watching the interview with you.

"i don't even know how i got that title." you laughed.

tamayo wrapped her hands around you as well and leaned her head on your shoulder. "'don't know', my ass." she said, making the three of you giggle. "ah, i could never imagine ken sato admitting that he likes me on national television." she added.

"he does not like me." you said, wiggling out of their bear hugs.

"'does not like me', my ass." shau said, making tamayo laugh and you playfully rolled your eyes. "shush, now! the topic's juicy!" they said, turning their attention to the tv.

"so, my darling, do you remember your answer when i asked you if you had a special someone in your life?" the interviewer asked.

"ah, yeah," ken said. "i like [surname]."

what the fuck.

while the two girls squealed almost as loud, if not louder, than the audience did in the studio, you were a hot mess. you were smiling sheepishly from ear to ear, face and ears all flushed from embarrassment as your eyes stared up at the flat screen.

"there is absolutely no way." tamayo squealed, hitting your shoulder after each word that she said.

"my darling!" the interviewer said, trying to catch the attention of everyone.

"yes, darling?" ken sato answered. the interviewer obviously liked that response, undeniably with the huge grin on their face.

"you are such a flirt, mister sato." they said, playfully making a hitting motion with their hand. "am i your celebrity crush now?" they said, laughing, and earning some laughs from the audience as well.

"ah, no. not at all. it's still [surname]." he answered cooly.

what the fuck.

the audience and the girls beside you collectively lost their shit once more, and right now, your face felt so hot that one might get a third degree burn upon touching it.

the camera focused on ken sato, making the viewers see his features so clearly. dear god, was this man handsome. "i have yet another question, ken." the interviewer spoke.

"fire away."

"from your guest appearance here, darling, you've left quite an impression on our audience. i think you might be their brand new eye candy." they said.

kenji laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "i'm flattered, but then again, i get it." he said, winking at the camera.

"will the audience ever stop squealing at ken sato?" tamayo said.

"as if you weren't just squealing with me a minute ago." shau replied, and you laughed heartily at this. "[name], how are you so composed right now!" they commented.

you looked at your two friends with a flustered face then put your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment. shau hugged you again and rocked you back and forth while tamayo just laughed at you. the interview finally ended with a wave goodbye from ken sato. while talking to your girls about what happened, your phone played your ringtone as it lit up, showing you an incoming call from your manager.

"excuse me, ladies," you told you girls and they just nodded as you went out of the room for privacy. "hello, hanabi. is something the matter?" you greeted.

"good evening, [nickname]. you seen the interview with ken sato?" she said in a teasing voice. you audibly sighed as a joke and the two of your shared a laugh. "crazy stuff, huh? anyway, i'm just here to inform you of recent additions to your schedule this month." she said.

"additions?" you echoed.

"mhm, nothing too big. the photoshoot in paris, france scheduled this thursday is still on the go," they started. "and you are to guest in 'evening, darlings' the following week on sunday, aired on tuesday."

you had a surprised look on your face. "woah, what? right after ken sato's stunts?" you asked.

"yup! perfect timing, i think it's to stir drama by hearing your side of the story. whatever their intentions may be, we can use this to our own advantage. i figured that engaging with his romantic advances would be good for you. it would be a good opportunity to switch your target audience, too. and i don't think it'll be that hard to convince you, knowing that you fancy the guy," she murmured the last part quickly as a way to tease you and you just laughed.

"but, seriously, i fear that you've been too sexualized, and i know you're just more than how the media portrays you, but then again, so is everyone else in the industry," she said sadly, and you felt touched that she didn't want that kind of fame for you and actively wanted to change that. she really was more than your manager, and you were glad to have her with you.

"th-thank you, hanabi. really." you said.

"it's nothing, dear! anyway, you'll have your rest days from monday to thursday, and on friday, you have a duo photoshoot for a sports brand called, 'royals'" hanabi added, talking quickly with her reason being to save the two of your time.

"oh, interesting. i think tamayo had a photoshoot with them before. which model will i be doing it with?" you asked her.

"there's no model, [nickname]."

"huh?"

"you're doing it with ken sato."

p.s., huge thank u to @shauu for allowing me to use their name <3 !! also, the cuisine joke from paragraph 9 is a reference to ambessa medarda from arcane when she said that she wanted to try piltover's local cuisine (the men) :^P

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[astermath]

title taken ✧*

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

word count: 3.8K

notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

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[jester-lover]

What about dorm leaders with Morticia-like s/o?

Friday, I'm in Love

the dorm leaders with a morticia-like s/o

cw- fem! reader, fluff, mentions of the boy's insecurities, reader being literally the hottest woman alive (author is a goth and loved this)

Riddle

He’s wrapped around your finger and he doesn't even know it

This man sees you for the first time, elegant and refined, and he comes barging towards you

Tries his best to maintain all the manners his mother taught him, but it's so difficult considering just how beautiful and smart you are

Loves dancing with you, especially if you end up guiding and taking the lead, he’ll be absolutely enamored with your confidence

His most favorite thing to do with you, however, is to show you how much power he has over other students, he thinks it’ll make you like him if he’s all big and strong

Honestly you couldn't care less

Tea parties certainly run smoother with you around, because the freshmen don't want to embarrass themselves around a cool and calm young woman like you

In terms of fashion, Riddle appreciates your monotone, sleek wardrobe, even if he desperately wishes you’d wear lower heels so he could appear taller

Riddle’s fiery ambition, and your cool, motherly personality is a combination no one expected

But the two of you know better, the differences in your personality only highlight your individual achievements, pushing you ever closer together

“Dear, you look absolutely exceptional, but perhaps refrain from adding spiders to your hair?”

Leona

Leona loves tough, strong women

(he also lowkey loves women who scare him)

He was first attracted to your confidence, how you turned heads just by strolling past, head held up high and heels tapping

He felt a sense of nervousness he hadn't ever felt before when he tried to ask you out

The two of you are both just so relaxed and aloof, with a hidden romantic side

He puts a considerable amount of effort into your relationship, more than he’s probably ever done for anyone, because you're the most special person in his life

Leona has a deep inferiority complex, and he wants you to know that he can provide for you and be the man you need

You have a natural deadpan sense of humor, and the casually dark things you say often make him laugh

He feels genuinely very calm around you, leading to a lot of afternoon naps

“Why don’t we continue our necromancy discussion after a quick nap?”

Azul

 Azul is an appreciator of smooth, sleek and professional aesthetics like yours

By this, I mean he most likely cannot make eye contact with you until you approach him

Your first date is probably a ruinous meal at the Monstro Lounge where he spills his drink all over himself, he gets so humiliated, but you find it adorable

The way he stumbles over himself trying to impress you is so cute, you ask him for another date

 The way that this boy worships your every step is noticeable, especially by the tweels, who consistently tease him

The similarity between your clothing is one of his favorite things about you, and he’ll always appreciate your sublime, elevated sense of fashion

“I decided to wear my black tie, to match your dress of course.” 

Kalim 

Sun x Moon couple, proving once again that opposites do attract

He definitely just saw you one day, thought about you for a week straight and asked you out straight up

Kalim had a bravery other boys didn’t possess, this deeply intrigued you

You tend to make deadpan and dark jokes around him, and he’s never once understood any of them in the moment

He gets it in about 3-5 business days

You give him a sense of order and peace, with your calm demeanor and relaxed attitude, while he gives you excitement, a rush of serotonin you can't find anywhere else

Kalim will complement any new accessory he sees on you, a big smile adorning his face

You two often do your makeup together before events, he usually finishes up first, and watches you because he loves to see the process of your look

“I absolutely adore the clips in your hair, I should buy a pair so that we can match!”

Vil

Power couple

Literally the both of you are so beautiful, everyone on campus turns their head around whenever you walk by

Vil thrives off of attention and compliments, so your affectionate and caring nature is much appreciated

He definitely asks to do your makeup and styling, but backs out when he realizes how iconic your look is, and how he really can't add much to perfection

He will however, help you shop

Anything you want, just tell him, he’ll buy it, he’ll just never admit he’s absolutely whipped for you

The sheer radiance and powerful energy is so much within you two

The jokes and humor you engage in almost break his perfect poised persona, he’s usually not a sucker for comedy, but you bring out his inner comic

“Darling, your red lipstick looks absolutely divine.”

Idia

Was the only one here genuinely afraid of you at first

I mean, you sorta look like one of the villains from his favorite mangas, and he all but avoids you

You find yourself intrigued with the quiet boy, and manage to find his room

Idia is literally about to cry why is a woman in his room??? This has never happened before??? The matrix is crumbling???

You two have a very hushed discussion, and he learns to fear you less

As a boyfriend, he still acts very reserved around you, he fears he might come off as annoying

Just gently ease him into talking about himself and his interests a little more, and you’ll have him ranting about his newest fixation in no time

The fact that you encourage him in his pursuits is something he’s never had before

Idia is actually so amazed by your beauty, he literally pauses and stares at you sometimes

We all know how cool his more formal clothes are, so when he’s inevitably forced to leave his room, he knows he has you to keep him a little more calm

“Everyone here is looking at us, c-can we go home now?”

Malleus

The two of you are an absolutely regal couple, and he knows you are absolutely fit to be his queen

Malleus is attracted to you because of your vast intellect, your cunning nature and your refined taste

(and also because you genuinely enjoy his late night talks about gargoyles)

He makes sure to treat you with the utmost respect and dignity, reserved only for a woman of the court, guiding you gently with his extended hand, dancing with you to slow music, and of course helping you trim your thorns

Our dragon boy knows how to treat a lady, but he might have some trouble picking up on your deadpan humor, and he often just thinks your being serious

Your aesthetics match completely, allowing for the two of you to swap clothing and trade accessories

He knows what he wants in a partner, and you manage to fit completely

Malleus knows people often find him creepy or unnerving, and he knows it's the same for you, there’s a bond formed through your societal isolation

Malleus also makes sure you know he’s in love with you every day, through his kind words and his kinder actions

“Keep me in your thoughts dearest, so that I may become yours forever.”

[sinning-23]

My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.3

Yall is eating this UPPP (rise of the mirage simps lmao) and I appreciate that so so much! Thank you all for the 300+ followers that's insane! Also, the taglist got bigger too! I got yall don't even worry about it lol. Anywho, there's a fuck ton of tension in this one and in the final part, I think yall know what's going diz-ownnnnn (alexa play pony by genuine) Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

(Heres the link to pt.2 luv)

(Heres the FINALE)

Without further ado, ENJOY! (this one is a little short but pt.4 will be kinda lengthy)

Pt.3 

Gimmie one margarita imma…

He was far taller than Mirage, robotic features more stressed-looking than anything. And before either you Noah or Mirage could protest, he pick you up by your shirt, your hands reaching to flatten your skirt. There was about a 99% chance you’d just flashed both Noah and Mirage. 

The larger bot who you assumed was named Prime scans you, and soon his voice sends shivers down your spine. 

“Who are you?” 

The question is simple really but knowing you and the fact that he just picked you up with no kind of manners makes you slightly more irritable in your answer. Maybe you were a little butt hurt Mirage didn’t volunteer this information about there being other to you but know him he’d probably just say ‘You never asked!’ With that stupid, pretty, dumb, adorable look on his faceplates.

“I’m not answering anything because you just picked me up and expected me to give you answers. That’s rude first of all. Mirage, come get him-” You huff, seeing the larger bot raise a brow in response and look at the silver and blue-clad Autobot.

Mirage only chuckles nervously, removing you from Prime’s grasp, and putting his hands up in defense. You’d been only a tinnny bit aggressive when you’d met a couple days ago so why he expected you to be all peaches and cream with Optimus somewhat interrogating you, he had no idea. 

“Listen, had another tiny setback. I promise this one isn’t always so…fussy. She’s cool. Cross my spark.” He explains nervously, seeing Prime's optics narrow. This mf just called you fussy? Like a damn infant??? 

You go to speak out, but the depth sounding in Prime’s vocalizer makes you freeze. 

“You seem to have no concept of that undercover means. How you’ve landed in this predicament twice still baffles me” Prime sighs, looking back down at you. 

You’d managed to take refuge behind Mirage, still embarrassed by the fact that you were almost 100% sure he got a glimpse of your panties. Despite the garage being empty yesterday, it obviously had some other tenants who hadn’t a clue in the world you existed until now. This was way outta your league. Robots and 3 more of them at that, were far too overwhelming and you’d be damned if you wound up in the middle of some cyber bullshit.

Sure you liked Mirage, his personality and kind of play boyish looks made you swoon MAYBE a little bit….but from the looks of it, there were already girls like that back where he lived, hell one of them was just standing behind Prime while he chewed out Mirage…..AND WHY WAS SHE KINDA CAKED UP? That was beside the point though, they already had one human (Noah), and Prime wasn't looking for any extras (you) from what it looked like. 

Taking your chance to escape, you grab your purse and slide out of the garage quietly. The others were going from somewhat scolding Mirage to discussing a plan for something you didn’t quite care about at the moment. The best option was to disengage and maybe things could go back to normal! You could pack up for your apartment. Go back to work, maybe you’d do something with mechanics after this instead of nursing all day? You pop your AirPods in and press shuffle. 

It was getting late but there was just enough sun to find you a spot to wait for an Uber home. You’d talk with Mirage later, it looked like he had other priorities. Speaking of which, what was that whole interaction??? You shake the thought away, that moan replaying in your mind. This was so wrong.

Your heart beats faster at the thought of how he seemed to melt under you, his servos hovering over your hips, wanting to touch but being so unsure. The way his otic seemed to be hazy and the way his fan picked up in speed. You run your hands down your face and sigh, definitely feeling like a drink would be the best option….speaking of which, you never did get your night out.

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It didn’t take long before Mirage realized you weren’t behind him. You’d obviously hightailed it during Optimus’s scolding and slipped past him like a thief in the night. Part of him knows you’re capable of handling yourself but the other half knows it’s not safe, especially now that you both have been formally introduced. And with what Arcee had reported, Brooklyn wasn’t getting any safer.

Apparently, a few more terrorcons had made their way back and we’re trying to do a bit of avenging considering Optimus ended Scourge rather brutally. In all, Mirage wasn’t one for the violence but when it came to helping his friends and the ones he loved, he’d set that aside for the best. 

Anyway, he didn't want you going anywhere without him, a sense of more or less responsibility for you washing over him. It was more of a protective feeling than anything, wanting to be the one to save you and keep you safe no matter what. The thought of you thanking him as your hero makes him weak. You knew what you were doing, touching him like that. He still couldn't get over the fact that you claimed it was for science….bullshit. The feeling was quickly becoming addictive and the longer you spent together the more he wanted you…fat chance. 

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Remixed renditions of Kesha songs blast through the clubs' speakers as you and your girls dance the night away. You each took about 3 shots to get your blood pumping and your closest friend was about to make it 4. Your body moves on its own, bass filling your chest as you catch any and all ass your friends decide to throw. You took pictures and posted them on your story and everything seemed good!...sorta. The last of your worries should be some cyber alien crush that isn't even here right now…you can't help but let your mind drift.

A wave of…what was that guilt? Washes over you as you take a break from the dance circle, alerting your girls that you be ‘going to the bathroom’ a lie of course. Maybe this wasn't a good idea? Part of you felt kinda committed to Mirage. Before you could make it down the hall past all the commotion, a pair of hands are warm against your hips. Whoever it is… they're tall. The faint smell of motor oil fills your senses and you whip around to see a pretty good-looking stranger with eyes blue as the damn sky smirking at you. 

“Where you going, mamas?” He questions, moving his hips side to side playfully with the rhythm of the music.

You can't help but giggle. Something about him was so.. comfortable and fun and familiar, and so so so damn charming! He's smiling right back at you freckles somewhat adorning his face as his curly black hair falls over his eyes. He looks mixed, more so Hispanic or Latino and black. Blue eyes were odd though, but it didn't matter because, at the end of the day, this man looked like he'd won the genetic lottery.

Soon enough, you're back on the floor the cheers of your homegirls reaching your ears and you shake your head. This was just some spontaneous dude that just HAPPENED to catch you before you made it to the bathroom, not like you really needed to go anyway. He sways you, pulling a few cheesy dance moves here and there but it is enough to make you giggle. The previous song soon is chopped and screwed and transitioned to what sounded like a reverbed version of ‘Streets’.

Either way, the air had changed while people, couples or otherwise began finding space on the floor to dance up on one another. He didn't say much, spinning you slowly just before pulling your body to his gently. You may talk a lot of game, but you'd never danced with someone like this, let alone be so close. The feeling of his front pressed to your back makes you weak, the feeling sinking lower and lower as he holds each of your hips.

“Cálmate mama’s. You know I got you right?” He hums, your body relaxing a bit as you find the rhythm again, rolling your body with his to test the waters

That voice was so familiar….you ignore it, thinking it must the alcohol. There was no way he could…could he?

You didn't care, letting your head roll back and rest against his shoulder, your bodies synching with each other, his touch never feeling forced or aggressive. It's soft, kind, and almost loving...like he just wants to be able to feel your warmth, know the way you move. You work up the courage to speak, voice small, almost nervous. 

“I didn't catch your name stranger.”You state, hoping his response would answer your question.

If this was really him, then there was no reason to feel bad about how up close and personal this was getting. 

“You know my name, pretty girl. Kinda rude of you to walk out on me don't you think? You're lucky Noah was able to see where you were at based on your story.” He reveals, making you smile. 

So it was him but how? Some kind of alien car tech you didn't know about? You didn't care, he was here and you were ACTUALLY holding him somehow. 

“I'm sorry, looked like that meeting was important.” You explain, pressing against him more now, his grip tightening when you did, a hiss escaping his lips. 

“It was but when I noticed you’d left I panicked a little. Noah told me where to find you and I knew I couldn't just waltz in. I'm parked outback, this is just a holoform.” He explains, flashing that stupid smile. 

“So that's what this is, you look good 'Rag. Not the first time you've done this I'm assuming. You're far too good of a dancer.” You joke hearing gasp in faux hurt. 

“Wowww it's like that lil mama? You're breakin' my spark.” He chuckles, pressing into you, making a gasp escape your throat.

You felt it…holy shit it was right against you, the miniskirt not helping at ALL, in fact, any more friction and he'd be right against your panties. The grip on your hips is only making you hot and his voice so close to your ear isn't helping. He smirks against the skin of your neck and takes the risk of kissing there. Another gasp, only this time it was more or less a whine. 

“I'm not doing anything else until you tell me I got the green light. We both know this tension can only build for so long ‘til one of us breaks and I'm for damn sure about to fall apart if I can't taste you soon.” He admits, his voice trembling slightly when he speaks.

He was right though. The last 2 days had been filled with nothing but flirting, touching, and teasing and before you were so rudely interrupted in the garage earlier you were sure you were closer and closer to giving head. The music is still playing and most of your girls had given the two of you space to ‘dance’ a couple texting you to let you know where they were in case you needed them. It was definitely time to leave because any longer in this dark little corner of the club and you'd be trying to peel your clothes off. 

He can practically feel your begging to lose any sense of morals, a few drink making your brain only a little foggy. That’d ware off by time you made it back home if you played your cards right. Turning to face him you cant help but let your eyes drift to his lips. 

“You gonna let me ride?” You hum, lips pressed to his neck.

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Aweeee shit the perfect set up for pt.4 cause in the words of miss Megan thee stallion... we finna ride that dik like a stolen car HAHAAAA

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[neetily]

↳ EVENT 08. Harvey (Corruption Kink & Anal)

— ✧ warnings: Corruption Kink, Anal, sex toy, strap on, consent cheks, Established Relationship, Masturbation — ✧ word count: 2,616 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

His voice is shaky and unsure when he eventually gains the confidence to speak, interrupted only by brief bouts of nervous laughter as you hold the silicone item before him, seemingly proud of the size and girth of it, confident that he'll react the way you want. And it's not that he's intent on disappointing you, God no, so far from it! It's just, well;

"Are you sure this'll help me relax?"

He hadn't meant to sound so taken aback, disbelief tainting his otherwise genuine question. But the strap on you so happily wiggle before him is a little intimidating, if he's honest. That, and his analytical mind is unable to conjure up any reason as to why the offending item will supposedly help him de-stress, get him out of his shell as you so eloquently put it earlier on in the week. He's not one to judge, but the scepticism is likely clear on his face; he's never been the best at hiding his emotions. And neither are you apparently, his expression prompting the fall of your own after his admittedly meek questioning leaves his heart hurting a little, aching to reach out and cup your cute little cheeks as a soft reminder that he trusts you! He's just a little anxious, as per usual.

But, you make the first move. Like always, swooping in to save him when his heart is hammering and he struggles to find the right words to express himself appropriately. It's one of his favourite things about you, honestly. How you manage to sync up with him so well without even trying. The romantic within him pinning it down to fate, or destiny.

The look of sympathy you offer him is very much appreciated, an immediate balm to his anxiety ridden heart. Better yet are your sweet reassurances that follow.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna, Harvey," Though, the gentle pass of your fingers running up and down his already exposed thigh is all the convincing he needs to proceed ahead with caution, but still he listens to you. Waits for an opportunity to say his piece. "You can always say no— I just think that dabbling outside of your comfort zone might show you that anxieties aren't always telling the truth, y'know?"

While part of him understands that you only have the best of intentions, pretty words promising to help heal him— even if in an odd way. The other half of him is still anxious, fists balled into the familiar sheets below as he trembles before you on your shared bed. When he married you, he knew that there would be obstacles to overcome, difficulties that could—and would—be shared. However, he never expected this. To be stark naked in bed, the pretty sight of you in some delicate lingerie doing wonders for his lust, cock already hard and dripping precum down to his tummy without needing to be touched too much. The strap on you so boldly hold drawing his attention front and centre, gulping at the thought of using it in any capacity beyond decoration.

Still, he persists. Even if only because he trusts you. Completely and utterly, placing all of his faith in you to cure the doctor himself. Where he's failed, he's certain that you'll be able to help— and, there's the added benefit of making you happy too! Something he always strives for.

"No, no," He rushes to answer your acknowledgement of his predicament. "Like you said, um... I think it's worth a shot!"

Ever the vanilla, being pegged as you described it has never crossed his mind before. He knew it existed, of course, but it's never been a topic of discussion in his mind other than: huh, that exists. However, thanks to your insistence on the topic, even going out of your way to research and prep all of the necessary items for the big event, he thinks it's worthwhile trying. There's no use in outright declining an attempt, he'll never know whether he likes it or not without at least trying!

And he's been wanting to be more sexually adventurous with you, even if his thoughts revolved more around having you be on the receiving end of such experimentation. The analysist within him is excited at the prospect of potentially discovering new things about himself, whereas the realist is worried over the practicalities.

Which is where you, fortunately, come in. God forbid he explore the topic on his own, pushing his glasses up in an attempt to focus on the situation at hand, doing his best to not touch his cock to the sight of your pretty smile as you shuffle closer, finding home between his legs. "All right," You start, helping him spread his legs a little wider, toying with the beads of precum at his tip before grabbing the length of his cock with a teasing touch. He inadvertently bucks into the feeling of your soft hands, heat rushing to his cheeks at the cute giggle you let out in response to how sensitive he is.

"Let's warm you up, then."

Two fingers, coated in a mixture of saliva, precum, and lube, press deep inside of him. It's an odd feeling, not wholly unbearable, inching on pleasurable the longer you rest them inside of his asshole. But still, definitely, uncomfortable. Which is probably obvious given how his face scrunches up in inadaptability, slightly cringing at the newfound feeling in his lower half.

"How are you feeling, love?" You tenderly ask him, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts. Another few to gather the strength to speak with the pressure he's experiencing below the belt.

"Uh... Weird. I think?" He questions even himself, eyes trained on the way his cock bobs and jerks under him, matching the lazy strokes in and out of his ass from your fingers. It's difficult to deny that some part of him does enjoy the feeling your offering him, it's just that it's new, he decides. Yeah, it's just new and he's just anxious, worried about his performance, how he must look to you right now, slightly hunched over himself as an instinctual reaction to the tension of your fingers inside of him.

And the light laughter you let out given his response only heats his cheeks up some more, his own fingers tightly fisting into the sheets in soft embarrassment. "It's okay, Harvey. I think most people feel that way when they just start too. Give it a few minutes, and then we can decide if you wanna stop or keep going, okay?"

Okay, that he can work with. Once again relaxing his posture, leaning back against the bed headboard to let you work your magic. It only takes a minute or so longer for your words to ring true, for his trust in you to bear fruit— resulting in his body jerking forward at a mere prod against his insides.

"W-Wait!" He ends up gasping, surprised at the tone his exclamation carries itself with, but nonetheless he continues rambling. "What— wait, what was that?" He almost laughs, tenderness present in how his hand wraps lightly around your wrist that's pressed against his ass. He's not even aware that he's doing it until you just as affectionately remove his hand, cooing sweetly for him to relax.

"Told you it'd feel good." You smile, toothy and wide for him to further trust, wide eyes imploring you to show him more of what you mean, because now his interest is piqued.

With every curl of your deft fingers inside, as if pressing on a feel good button, his upper body jerks forward with his cock, spilling precum aplenty for the fingers you have buried knuckle deep in his hole. The once weird and strange feeling in his abdomen soon becoming known and hot. The well acquainted burn in his tummy that he so often experiences when you're touching him slowly climbs back to where it should be, increasing only because you decide to slowly stroke his pulsing cock in tandem with your finger strokes.

His toes curl with your fingers, huffs of air rushed out only for him to gasp it back in, half moans and stuttered words, he's not quite sure what he's trying to convey. One things for sure though, and that's that he doesn't feel so worried any more. The comfortable pooling of lust in his core convincing him to seek out only what feels good, forget about everything else. And he's about to warn you of his fast approaching orgasm, but when words yet again fail him, God can you blame him with the way your fingers skilfully explore his insides, making him feel things he never thought possible, his body does all the talking for him. Shaking under you, panting for air with every pump of your fingers, carding through his hair to clean off the dripping sweat from his forehead.

And then you stop. Suddenly and carelessly. And though he can breathe again, only a pitiful whine escapes him at the loss of stimulation.

"The main event waits, love."

Your reminder of the object to his side startles him out of his lust filled stupor, but only for a moment. For his cock remembers how good it felt to have you inside of him just moments ago, finding himself eagerly nodding for you to proceed, a reassuring grasp at your arm while you get yourself strapped up conveying the message of: please, I'd do anything to feel that way again. Once reserved, now needy.

To be in this position, that is to be under you and not the one on top lining his tip up to your hole, feels strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather... It leaves his head a little dizzy. Body tingling under your touch at the excitement coursing through him, wanting more than anything to keep his mind as empty as it's been turned from your touch.

He feels you tug at his ass, a brief moment of shyness creeping up on him before you compliment him on how pretty it looks. A word he never thought possible to describe himself, but he easily trusts that you're being honest when your gaze meets his own, and he can see the matching hearts in your eyes.

"Be gentle, please..." He mutters, overwhelmed with love and affection for you as you rub the silicon tip up and down between his cheeks, dribbling copious amounts of lube over it despite how wet and pink his asshole already is.

He's not sure why he said it, considering that you are the love of his life and you've already proved to him just how good exploring new things is, helping him relax into the comfy pillows and sheets below as he wiggles himself lower down to get into position for you. But oh to have you lean over him and whisper about how proud you are of him, and how you've always wanted to see him under you like this, distracting him with words of praise as you slowly push the tip of the toy into his stretched out asshole feels so good, ah... Leaves his mouth hanging open and glasses slipping down his nose, a little loving groan escaping him when you kindly help push them back up.

Something as big as the toy almost feels like the experience is restarting all over again, feeling all funny and full in his tummy until you manage to work your faux cock inside of him enough to be fully sheathed. The weight of the toy heavy against his squirmy insides, his brows furrowed in sheer horny frustration.

"Gonna move now, okay?"

He doesn't trust his voice right now, merely nodding up at you as his hand reflexively wraps tight around his throbbing cock when you draw your hips back, squeezing at the base of it as you thrust your hips forward. And the pace is settled quickly, nice and easy and gentle enough for him to grow accustomed to the toy exploring his insides— helped by the fact that he's effectively masturbating in front of you while you tenderly pound his twitching hole.

Tugging his cock up and down, moaning openly at how slippery he feels, front and back. He can barely focus on your face due to his eyes continuously rolling back, body jerking up the bed with your every thrust, humping inside of his tight heat so nicely that he can't help but to compliment you. Spilling babbled thanks between sighs of satisfaction, helping you fuck into him by sliding his ass down onto the toy when he can; as much as possible anyway, given his laying down missionary position under you.

And the feeling of your nails on his thighs, prompting him to lift his legs up and oh— shit.

"Ah, wait—" He begs of you, but certainly doesn't stop jerking off, and he's all too happy for himself when you don't heed his warnings either. Nails digging into the fat of his thighs, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his hole at a new angle; one that immediately tightens the ball of lust in his tummy. "I'm close, gonna cum if you keep going like— ah, like that—!" He urges you for a breather, but when he catches your smirking expression, he understands intimately what you'd rather do.

So he doesn't complain when he feels you pick up the pace, a muffled slap! filling the room with every wet fuck forward you make inside his ass. Moans dripping from his lips, intermingled with half gasps of your name, whines for you to stop, or was it don't stop? Fucking his fist faster too, attempting to match your unfair thrusts, but he's too sloppy with it. Mind too far gone with pleasure to actually attempt to jerk off, instead just idly playing with himself because it feels good. Something he's scarcely done before, but you've brought out some new side of him tonight. One that needs and whines and begs for more, back arching off the sheets when your tip repeatedly knocks against that sensitive spot inside again and again, just like earlier with your fingers.

All he can do is silently stare, brows furrowed in concentration of your every greedy stroke inside, fucking his ass so good that he feels a little numb, honestly. Ropes soon shoot from his tip as his orgasm washes over him, thick and white. Spurting all over his chest, a couple shots landing on his glasses for which he hasn't the capacity to care about, not when you continue to fuck him through the good feeling. Making sure to hump every last drop of cum out of his cock with your toy, milking him dry, his tightly wrapped fist glazed over with sticky seed.

And before clarity has a chance to hit him, he scrambles to beg you to continue, to prolong his empty mind and the good feeling between his legs. The doting smile you wear upon his broken pleading is confirmation enough that you enjoy that idea very much so too.

At least for now, his troubles are far away. And, if ever he needs help in future again, he knows what to ask for. Excited about all the new possibilities your little experiment has brought out of him tonight, wanting to eagerly explore as many options as possible in the safety of your shared 4 walls for the rest of the night.

You wouldn't mind, would you? If he asked for more, a tinge of greed gripping his heart as he watches you fuck him all better.

[ember-owlet]

Hi hi :]] I practically did a little happy dance seeing blue eye samurai in your fandom list !

It's super easy for me to see Mizu as a regressor due to various reasons, particularly involuntarily! (And they very much deserve to catch up on their childhood)

So I think the formal request would be a headcanon post ! 👀 it doesn't have to be specifically regressor Mizu if you don't see her in that light /gen :]

I'm just happy someone else in this little corner of agere internet shares one of my interests !! ✨️🌿

a/c : hello!! aaa i'm ecstatic to know that you also enjoy blue eye samurai with an agere lens! despite the show's brutality, there are some really good nuggets of baby content to be found. i'd be happy to write some regressor! mizu headcanons for you as its about time i wrote something for them. and don't worry, i see her in the same light as well! feel free to send me your own personal thoughts on the characters/show to discuss as i'm thrilled to be in this corner of the agere internet with you friend. enjoy the headcanons! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ disclaimer! i do use primarily feminine terms when referring to mizu (they/she), but i do acknowledge that there are many interpretations of pronouns/gender identities to refer to the character as, and i find them wonderful! /gen

dynamic: regressor! mizu

content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma, physical/mental anguish, light mentions of gender dysphoria ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

mizu has always been a trauma regressor to me, especially due to their lack of dealing with their feelings head on. their body would have to nearly force them to stop and take a break from their revenge mission and focus on recovering.

the first time she regressed would be terrifying to her, the feeling of being so out of control and helpless would make her hide away to try to push herself out of it as fast as possible.

it would take an incredible amount of time and trust developed before she felt safe around someone to tell, let alone show such a vulnerable state.

the select characters that i could realistically see her regressing around would be sword father or ringo.

if she were to regress voluntarily it would be to have the childhood that she wished she could have, one where she wasn't forced to grow up as a boy and to ease her gender dysphoria with feminine items/clothing.

she would be a very independent kiddo, not wanting to rely on others in fear that she would be an inconvenience or she would be punished for wasting someone's time after being treated as a monster for so long. if she were honest she genuinely wouldn't know how to react to such affection.

that being said, she needs gentle reassurance when in a younger state with a caregiver that helps her along the way. adding fruit/vegetables to her meals to make sure its balanced or mending their clothes would never go unnoticed and greatly appreciated.

she'd be so used to the feeling of being in pain or nauseous that she'd have a hard time differentiating pain that should be attended to or not. therefore her caregiver would need to keep an eye on her and remind her that any and all pain is worth looking at/caring for.

as a sentimental person she'd want to keep things gifted to her and wear or use them as comfort items until they physically can't be repaired anymore.

some of her favorite gifts would include free flowing or baggy clothes that she can keep close to her person for comfort.

her main comfort item is her sword, and would not be able to go anywhere or sleep without it clutched to her side as it reminds her of home and is something that she can rely on to keep her safe.

an actually extremely feral regressor as well if given the chance to be her true self (/lh /pos). i could absolutely see them wanting to play outside and then coming back home caked in mud and bruises while having the time of their life.

let her be a goofy kid!! growing up so fast from situations out of her control that she'd long for days where she'd let herself have fun.

LOVES going to the beach/aquarium. a true ocean lover whose favorite activities involve being around or in large bodies of water.

play fighting is a love language! she would love to wrestle her playmates/caregivers to see who is the strongest. as a physically stronger regressor she'd need to learn the value of her strength and to not be too rough if she were to get too excited.

they can get easily frustrated with creative tasks, and would prefer specific instruction in order to feel useful. it would make them the best helper around.

would love to play a game where they are the hero for once. (being called a monster can wear someone down mentally and it would definitely make her day to be seen as the hero of the story).

she also requires a ton of quiet time to allow her mind and body to rest. would she ever do it herself willingly is another question for another day, but she'd reluctantly do it if asked of her with sufficient gentle praise and coaxing.

as touch starved as they are, i can't see her being the one to initiate contact with someone unless the moment takes over her softer side and she can't help but wrap her arms around them or gently nudge them with her body to tell them that she's there and cares for them.

from her caregiver or those that she considers close she would accept forms of physical affection but wouldn't be too vocal on how much it means to her.

she'd believe that she'd never be able to repay her caregiver for their kindness but will continually try to find little things throughout the day to show them how grateful she is.

oddly enough i could totally see her gifting a sword to her caregiver as it is something that she believes she's good at and would work tirelessly day and night to make sure it's perfect.

despite being in a younger mindset she can and still would mean business to anyone who dares mess with her caregiver. even a baby phoenix still has talons.

[yeyinde]

I just wanted to thank you for your most recent post about the MW3 campaign, and the way Samara’s death was handled. The most I knew about Call of Duty before finding your blog was the few times I had played with my little cousin.

I immediately took to the characters through your writing, and have been ever since! As of late I have felt myself growing distanced from these certain stories. While I’m sure some of it has to do with the natural progression of disinterest, a lot of my feelings are due to what is going on as of late.

I was never under the impression that Call of Duty wasn’t blatant military propaganda-you’d have to be completely oblivious to believe otherwise- but I guess it was easier to immerse myself in the story while ignoring any underlying reservations. Which is a privilege in and of itself.

All that unnecessarily being said, (apologies for the rambling) I just wanted to express my appreciation for your acknowledgement of the the current situation. It’s no exaggeration when I say you are one of the most talented writers I know, and more than likely my favorite! So as someone who is directly affected by everything going on, it means a lot to me that you are providing nuance in light of it all.

I do hope this isn’t taken as a call for the discontinuity of your writing for Call of Duty characters either, as it has brought me immense joy in the past year! I just wanted to share my own thoughts and feelings on the candid statement you posted.

You've given me a lot to think about, and none of what you said was unnecessary in any way—I think you touched on a lot of important aspects, particularly the privilege of “consumption without consequences."

It’s easy to get swept up into something when you have no tangible ties to the effects of what’s being portrayed, which can lead to making dismissive or hurtful statements out of pure ignorance. My biggest gripe was the excuses being laundered out and (either unintentionally or intentionally) giving the creators a pass for what they created and the harm they caused other people to experience. Just because they did not experience the same trauma, it does not diminish its impact on others. This is a very important distinction, which I think was being missed.

(I also think it's a bit of an attachment issue, and I could probably write an essay on why criticism of media you enjoy is not a lambasting of your personal character (and why you should be able to separate the two), but this was already getting quite lengthy so 😅)

Also, I don't think I added much to the discussion outside of airing out something that was annoying me, though. All the credit goes to @halfmoth-halfman for bringing attention to an important issue which was being glossed over. And for continuing to bring up these valid issues and criticisms when the norm seems to be "well, we'll just erase it from canon. No biggie."

But thank you for this! It really means a lot to me, and I'm so happy that the stories I wrote about brought some form of comfort. It's genuinely the biggest compliment ever.

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Meeting The Parents

The balmy summer evening on Harmony IV seemed to cling to the air with a lazy, almost cheeky insistence that today, of all days, was perfect for a garden party. It was the kind of day that was warm enough to make you appreciate the shade and cool enough to make you thankful for the sun—a Goldilocks climate that Linda had always praised, but which now made her sweat more than usual. Beside her, John strolled with an unshakable cool that would've been infuriating if it weren't so darn attractive.

Linda's grip on John's hand was iron-clad as they approached her parents' house—a picturesque little cottage with ivy creeping up one wall and a front garden that was a riot of colors. She looked over at him, his face as serene as a pond at dawn, and muttered, "Remember, my mom likes to test people with her 'mild' borscht. Just smile and claim it's delicious even if it tries to dissolve your spoon."

John's chuckle was a low rumble, like distant thunder. "Don't worry. After years of MREs, I'm pretty sure I can handle your mom's soup."

The front door of the cottage burst open as if on cue, and out barreled Linda's parents, her mother in a flour-dusted apron and her father wiping oil-stained hands on a rag, both wearing wide grins that somehow matched the garden's exuberance. "Линдочка!" her mother exclaimed, sweeping Linda into a hug that likely required a chiropractic adjustment afterward.

Her father, a bear of a man with eyes twinkling behind thick glasses, extended a greased-smeared hand to John. "And this must be the famous John," he boomed, his voice thick with a Russian accent that rolled his 'Rs' like they were downhill. "We've heard much about you, young man. All of it good, some of it unbelievable. You're not secretly an alien, are you?"

John’s handshake was firm, and his smile was genuine as he replied, “No sir, just a regular guy from Eridanus-II.”

As they moved into the garden, where a table was laden with dishes that smelled of dill and smoked meats, Linda's father continued, "We remember hearing about a young boy from Eridanus-II at the academy. Never imagined that boy would grow up to stand beside our Linda."

Her mother, wiping her hands on her apron, added softly, "Such a tragedy, to lose your planet so young."

John's gaze softened, touched by their concern. "Thank you. It's been a long journey, but meeting Linda... it's brought a lot of light into my life."

Linda glanced at him, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and relief. She chimed in, her voice steadier now, "Mom, Dad, John has been incredible."

Her father chuckled, leading the way to the table. "Well, anyone who's got our Linda speaking so fondly must be something special. Let's eat, and you can tell us more."

Her mother, while ladling out what looked like a vibrant red concoction into bowls, leaned in and whispered conspiratorially to John, "This is the mild borscht. Don't worry, I have emergency antacid hidden away just in case."

As they settled down, the conversation flowed more easily. Linda's parents were keenly interested in John's thoughts on the latest starship enhancements—a topic he discussed with enthusiastic detail, which delighted Linda's father, a retired engineer himself.

Linda’s father didn’t waste any time grilling John about his experiences. "So, John, tell us about these starships you tinker with. Any chance you could fix my old tractor beam back there? It's been a bit stubborn, like a mule with a hangover."

John launched into an enthusiastic explanation about propulsion systems, clearly enjoying the chance to discuss his work outside of military jargon. Linda watched him light up, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and love.

"Look at him, talking engines and excited like a kid in a candy store," Linda’s mother observed, passing around a plate of pirozhki as if she were dealing cards at a high-stakes poker game.

Linda, now thoroughly relaxed and amused, leaned back and soaked in the scene—her formidable, boisterous family slowly wrapping John in layers of affection and beetroot stains. Linda murmurs to herself, "Yep, he fits right in."

[vasito-de-leche]

;NSR 1010 - Love Languages (giving)

Headcanons and some discussion on 1010's love languages and the way they show their appreciation.

I might make a different one for how they like to receive affection <3

Also! All of them having words of affirmation as a love language they like to receive is absolutely on purpose - they literally self-destruct if fans boo at them and get stronger with praise and cheers. I imagine it's something inherent of their specific model, something that the previous ones don't have. It's cute how it makes sense for sound to be their energy source lol

1010 (you're here!) | Eve (giving) |

WHITE (Rin)

Giving: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time

Receiving: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation

[Words of Affirmation]

As the center of the group, Rin excels in the art of sweet-talk, that much is obvious. Witty and romantic pick-up lines come as easy as dancing or singing, but so does encouragement and appreciation! He's the most talkative member by a long shot, so it makes sense that his go-to love language would be words of affirmation.

His role as leader definitely influences this, being both an inherent need to care for everyone around him and a pressure to live up to expectations - Rin is extremely observant and attentive to detail, a much needed skill to ensure everyone's safety and comfort during events, both his fans' and brothers'. It helps them adapt and see who would be more receptive to either soft and calming words or high energy antics. That's how he finds the right thing to say so effortlessly.

It also applies to his own family and loved ones behind closed doors. One way or another, Rin is always checking in with everyone, either making sure they're alright, encouraging them and trying to figure out the best way to approach them when they're feeling down.

From his perspective, it's only fair to repay all the kindness and praise he's been given, so it's not rare at all for Rin to ramble at times about the things he's noticed about someone. There's more to him than just a suave demeanor and he has lots of things to say, all coming from a genuine place of admiration. In this aspect, he resembles Neon J the most, when he spends half an hour talking about the small things people don't notice often, not realizing that he might be embarrassing them. Making people feel seen is Rin's favorite thing. Sharing the spotlight is caring!

Behind closed doors, I imagine Rin is less assertive and more warm, so to speak? His love language manifests in little notes scattered throughout for his loved ones to find, sweet reminders of his support and love. This is something he shares with Haym, actually!

For romantic partners, Rin would love to send letters. He goes all out with them like the charming "ideal boyfriend" that he is, pouring his heart into its contents, adding a spritz of his favorite perfume and a signed picture of himself from the latest concert. There's just something so dreamy about waiting for his beloved to receive these letters! But in the end, Rin would end up hand-delivering them instead, much too restless and eager to see your reaction live. Sometimes, he's much more casual about his feelings and thoughts, so he ends up flooding your DMs instead.

If you haven't caught on it by now, Rin has no trouble giving words of affirmation, but he has trouble when it comes to sitting and listening.

It's not something he does maliciously, of course. As someone who's too used with taking the lead in every aspect, Rin often forgets that silence and active listening can be just as effective as his usual methods. In his eyes, being perfect means that he must be one step ahead, figuring everything out on his own so that his loved ones remain unbothered (something about finding the best strategy?) but it's an easy fix, given how adaptable he is!

[Quality Time]

Tying to his attentiveness and wanting to make others feel seen, Rin's second love language is absolutely quality time - though his undivided attention can be a bit overwhelming for some, but he just takes the "uninterrupted" part very seriously!

And contrary to popular belief, Rin prefers to spend time with his loved ones in more casual settings, away from the usual glitz and glitter of his daily life. He's not exactly opposed to spoiling his loved ones with expensive outings and all, but he'd rather keep them from the stress of the paparazzi's unwanted attention and fans recognizing him. The best option would be to engage in activities or hobbies that others like, to bond and learn about their interests. Sharing these things with Rin would make him feel very honored.

Quality time is definitely the time when Rin steps away from the limelight to focus entirely on his loved ones. He's curious and eager to learn, so expect a lot of questions - as well as a lot of showing off once he gets the hang of whatever you've shown him, but it's always meant to make others laugh.

There have been times in which he's accidentally overshadowed someone at their hobbies with his skills, so Rin tries hard not to stand out too much in this regard. He understands that people sometimes have their own unique and very personal hobbies - the last thing he wants to do is steal their thunder! Being there for the ride and tagging along is more than enough for him.

Another thing Rin likes is to simply hang out in his room, talking and catching up with each other over a few snacks. Nothing flashy or complex. At the end of the day, Rin strives to become a safe haven for those he cares about, so that they may seek him out whenever they need a place to destress and relax.

A small detail I like to think about is Rin being known for constantly taking selfies - specifically for 1010's social media and such - but those he takes during these moments of bonding are the ones that he keeps a secret from the world. His room is full of his favorite ones, and he has an endless stream of pictures stored - both in their servers and on physical albums. Not many are aware of Rin's sappy and nostalgic personality!

BLUE (Purlhew)

Giving: Physical Touch, Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

[Physical Touch]

Purlhew is quite the opposite to Rin when it comes to love languages, I'd say. Whereas Rin defaults to raising everyone's morale with kind words and praise, Purlhew is a bot of few words and prefers to offer support with gentle or playful touches. Not to say he doesn't talk, of course - Purlhew is perfectly capable of holding a conversation when needed, but listening is much more preferred.

I imagine Purlhew is just a physical person in general, to know how he's feeling or what he's thinking is as easy as observing his body language - all of his little gestures, tics and habits give him away if one pays enough attention, no matter how stoic he may act. His appreciation often shows in the form of playfully ruffling someone's hair, to the point where its become a little game for his brothers to try and dodge him.

There is a sense of protectiveness in everything he does. Rather than constantly seeking or offering hugs, Purlhew lets his loved ones know that it's perfectly fine to just cling onto him if they feel like it.

He finds it endearing when others hold his hand or grab onto his arm. Hell, his monotone expression might not show it, but he does love when his brothers - namely Haym - tackle him into a surprise hug. I can also see Purlhew gently headbutting others as a quick show of affection.

Similar to Rin, it's all about being an anchor for his friends and family. He enjoys holding others in general, finding the idea of himself being held sort of uncomfortable (not that he hates hugs, it's specifically the idea of being the smaller spoon for long periods of time).

Purlhew strikes me as someone who would 100% step in front of his loved ones all the time. When walking together, he would casually switch places to be on the edge of the sidewalk, just in case. In public, he would put himself between you and the cameras or the fans. It's all about being a barrier.

When it comes to romantic partners, he's practically glued to them, almost refusing to let go of their hand. When sitting down or hugging, chances are that he'll bury his nose in your hair or neck, staying there very content for as long as he can until you ask him to let go.

Another thing about Purlhew is that he's somewhat passive, rarely acknowledging his own feelings. He's fine with others initiating physical contact, and he has no trouble initiating it himself as long as it's meant to comfort others - but hugging someone just because he feels like it? Refusing a kiss because he simply doesn't feel like having one at the moment? That's when he grows a tad shy. It does take some time for him to learn that it's okay to have boundaries and needs, and that he doesn't have to stick to this "cool guy" persona he's created.

[Acts of Service]

It's obvious that 1010 seeks positive feedback due to their programming, so there is a sense of confusion for some whether they do all these things out of love and concern or to obtain validation - and both are fair and valid options, really - these two things coexist pretty nicely. Purlhew and Eloni are a good example of this. Eloni is more vocal and open about wanting validation, and Purlhew wants to be essential and needed, which is something that he shows with his actions.

...And practicality is something Purlhew picked up from Neon J, especially with his role within the group as the second-in-command! Making sure that Rin's plans and orders go on without any obstacles, and keeping up the image of 1010 being effortlessly good at everything is something he takes pride in. And so, when Purlhew notices his loved ones in distress, with problems that a serious talk or a good hug cannot fix, his immediate assumption is to remove or fix whatever else is affecting them, if being there for them isn't enough.

Unlike others, Purlhew won't beat around the bush or work behind your back to find out what's bothering you - he's straightforward, seeing if you'd allow him to help in any way that he can. It's faster that way! And there's no chance of him screwing up.

Of course, there are times when one simply doesn't know what the exact problem is. That's when Purlhew comes in, making sure that his loved ones meet their daily basic needs in ways that feel casual, rather than like a chore.

If his romantic partner often forgets to eat or shower, he invites them over to give them an excuse to get ready and get some air outside too. He'll even drop by earlier to help them pick out an outfit, make the experience less fastidious and tiring - and so that they can't back out and cancel on him! I feel like discipline is something important to Purlhew, in the sense of knowing how easy it is to slip from proper routine and avoid tasks despite knowing how important they are, hence his love language being all about helping his loved ones work through those hard times.

RED (Zimelu)

Giving: Acts of Service, Quality Time

Receiving: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation.

[Acts of Service]

Zimelu requires context, since he's a tricky one - it's easy to take his act as the "bad boy" at face value, especially since he works hard to uphold such image. He has the hair, the flair, the vibes of a cool, silent and slightly grumpy guy who would wear leather jackets and save puppies from the rain, etc, etc.

But I wouldn't necessarily call it an act or a façade entirely? It's something that's convenient to him.

Out of everyone in the group, he's the most understanding of emotions and introspection - emotionally mature and down-to-earth, Zimelu serves as a nice balance for Rin's perfectionism and Purlhew's stoicism in a way that is extremely subtle, using his reputation as an instigator to mediate. He acts as a mediator thanks to the authority he commands through his intimidating persona! When practicing their routines, he's the one forcing everyone to rest one way or another, he's the one to bring up all the difficult and unpleasant things that need to be addressed before things get worse, etc.

But the convenient part of being a bad boy comes from a more subdued side of Zimelu, which is being utterly unable to express himself verbally.

It's not rare for him to start talking about things that are important to him, only to backpedal on the spot because he physically cannot find the right words, and then fling himself into an endless spiral of embarrassment and frustration. Most of his perceived "grumpiness" comes from this, hence Zimelu leaning into the edgy, bad boy act. It also explains why his two loved languages revolve around things that require minimal vocal input from his part. He shows love through actions almost exclusively.

Zimelu is the most understanding when it comes to the uglier sides of a relationship, romantic or platonic. His acts of service are most obvious when his loved ones are sick or going through hard times, lashing out or isolating. Whatever the case, Zimelu is there - either being an active nuisance and straight up doing all of your chores, to help you get your shit together one way or another, or pretending to be nonchalant and aloof, while working his ass off behind the scenes to make your life easier.

Also! Cooking, baking and preparing meals in general for his loved ones is definitely something Zimelu enjoys, despite not needing to eat himself. It's a very relaxing activity, and it's a practical gift too. He pays close attention to offhanded comments about everyone's tastes or potential allergies too. Sometimes, all someone needs to turn a shitty day into a good one is a little treat or snack, so he's happy to deliver!

[Quality Time]

Parallel play is absolutely the peak of quality time for Zimelu. One could argue that it can't exactly qualify as "quality time" since there's little interaction between him and his loved ones, but Zimelu strongly disagrees.

As charters and celebrities, all of 1010 is used to being on the spotlight and interacting with fans. Getting that much attention in public from massive crowds is something Zimelu can deal with, it's literally his job - but undivided attention in private, on one-on-one interactions? It makes him nervous, as if he's meant to continue performing around his loved ones under their scrutiny, even if they mean well like Rin.

Basking in each other's presence in comfortable silence, maybe with some occasional chatting, minding his business with zero expectations, zero pressure and zero rush? It sounds like heaven to him. He's the most calm and honest when he can just hang around with those he trusts, not being the center of attention.

Zimelu is the opposite of Purlhew, essentially, even if they have a lot in common - Zimelu prefers to get rid of the problems plaguing his loved ones right away, and if he can't do that for whatever reason, then all he can offer is his silent company. And Purlhew prefers to offer his silent company, until his loved one's problem become unbearable and he steps in to try and fix it.

This doesn't mean that he only exclusively indulges in parallel play, Zimelu has no problem being introduced to your interests - or to introduce you to his own!

On the subject of quality time and cooking, I imagine Zimelu would grow nervous at the idea of someone watching him cook, but he'd love if his loved ones join him. His brothers aren't allowed in the kitchen when he's in there, but if they want to help then it's okay! That sort of thing. If working on a recipe Zimelu has perfected, then he might act a little bossy and cocky, but visibly softens when teaching someone else the ropes. And if you know your way around a kitchen or can teach him something new, even better!

YELLOW (Haym)

Giving: Gifts, Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

[Gifts]

Haym's defining love language is spoiling people rotten with gifts - anything that reminds him of them, he must get. Unlike Purlhew and Zimelu, Haym doesn't think too much about the practical aspect of a gift nor the cost, he goes strictly by vibes. It's a very easy thought process, actually: if he loves when fans give him things, that means others must also love receiving stuff!

He's also pretty casual with what happens after you've received the gift - it's okay if you'd like to return it or change it for something else, that's why he adds the receipt in the first place, duh. What matters to Haym is that you know he's been thinking of you. Even if it's something you didn't like or need, he'd joke about it and brush it off easily. No hard feelings!

This doesn't exactly apply when he's the one receiving a gift, though. Even when getting something that he usually wouldn't like, Haym would feel horrible at the idea of returning it. It's so very easy for him to become attached - there's just something about seeing the various things his loved ones associate him with, and immediately growing attached to it no matter what it is.

But there's a little bit more nuance to this aspect of Haym. Given the busy life he and his brothers lead, it's hard to keep in touch - and Haym is the most sociable member of 1010, making friends wherever he goes thanks to his fun and upbeat personality. As one can imagine, there's just not enough time for him to form solid connections, so gifts are a good way for him to remember everyone, and for them to remember him past his cheerful stage persona.

His assigned room/area in Barraca Mansion is the messiest because of this, though. Or rather, the fullest. There is a certain order to the way he organizes all the gifts he receives - and he can easily spend hours rambling about who gave him what exactly - but there's just such an overwhelming amount that it goes unnoticed most of the time.

I imagine he does put more thought into his gifts during important events, like birthdays or anniversaries - and don't even get me started if Haym notices his loved ones eyeing a specific item they've been wanting for awhile. After all, he has little need for money and loves providing for others.

[Words of Affirmation]

As mentioned before, Haym shares the habit of leaving notes for his loved ones to find with Rin. And just like Rin's attentive personality permeates in his notes, Haym's fun personality bleeds into the way he writes - it's all silly, lame jokes, anything to brighten up someone's day or get a chuckle out of them. His favorite thing is to only write the punchline of his joke, to give you an excuse to seek him out and ask him about it.

It ties in nicely with his previous love language - after all, a small surprise and silly joke in the form of a note definitely counts as a gift, right? Haym loves the thought of making you laugh throughout your day, even if he's not physically there to see your reaction.

But the main way he shows his love through words of affirmation is sort of unusual, or better yet, non-conventional by usual standards: infodumping.

Rin and Haym are considered the most talkative members of 1010, but there is a stark difference between them rooted in their roles within the band - Rin is chatty partially because it's what's expected of him as the most public figure and leader, he commands attention through his speech and the rest are meant to follow his lead when working as a unit. In a more casual setting, he considerably tones down. But Haym? Haym is inherently chatty, only allowed to show a smidge of his personality because he's one of the funny, less serious members of 1010. When he talks, it's to make others laugh.

So it makes sense to me that Haym - someone who gets easily attached, is inherently energetic and talkative, craves deeper connections - considers infodumping as part of this love language.

The easy way to put it would be that Rin loves to make others feel seen, but Haym loves making others feel heard.

Whether he's the one rambling for hours on end, sharing whatever train of thoughts occupies his mind, or being the one listening attentively to his loved ones' ramblings - it doesn't matter, Haym finds joy in the fact that both parties can confide in each other like this. It feels much more organic and personal than praise. It's a way of bonding that he can properly understand and engage in.

GREEN (Eloni)

Giving: Quality Time, Physical Touch

Receiving: Gifts, Words of Affirmation

[Quality Time]

Getting a proper read on Eloni is difficult for many reasons - he's given a lot of grief for being the "youngest and weirdest", with his role as the memey one filling a very niche corner of their entire target demographic.

Even with his unique design, it's easy to overlook Eloni when they act as a unit, hence why he's often paired up with Haym. But whereas Haym can stand out through his extroverted antics and behaviour, Eloni's introverted nature leaves him as a bit of an underdog in his own band. He simply doesn't have a solid role like the rest, aside from "funny".

I think his immediate love language is quality time specifically because Eloni believes he cannot compete with his brothers, among other things. When he's around them, the pressure causes him to freeze and fumble like some endearingly awkward shy boy, leading to others not taking him seriously. Ironically enough, despite being described as somewhat clingy by his family, Eloni's cooler and more independent side shines through when he's entirely alone and away from 1010.

His way of showing appreciation is by giving his loved ones the chance to really get to know him, away from all the things that prevent him from really being himself! In those moments, one can really get to appreciate his quiet confidence and a slightly more sarcastic, shitposty Eloni.

While most of 1010 engages with their loved ones' hobbies and interests, Eloni's first instinct is to drag you to all the hidden gems around Metro Division - he always seems to know a fun place where neither of you will be bothered by fans or the like. Little spots that, very much like him, go unnoticed under the bright, neon lights of the city, that people don't really give a second thought.

And he might not realize it, but Eloni is actually quite the influence on the people around him. Just by having the whole city mapped out, with all of its tiny nooks and crannies, he's introduced his brothers to brand new hobbies or interests.

These outings, as scarce as they may be, are Eloni's favorite because they're a little secret privy only to the both of you, and that alone means so much more than having a bigger fanbase or being widely recognized by the media.

[Physical Touch]

It would be unfair to exclusively call out Eloni for being touchstarved, but he is a bit touchstarved. The lack of attention and the fact that he most likely struggles with self-worth, you know how it is.

While physical touch isn't on his top 2 of love languages to receive, it's definitely important to him.

He shares this with Purlhew, who is shown to be more practical and methodical about it - acting as a direct barrier to keep his loved ones safe from potential dangers when walking around outside, and so on. Eloni's approach is more emotional, leaning towards the supportive side instead - standing, lingering or hovering right behind you to quite literally signify he's got your back, being near or leaning on you if he feels you're stressed about something, etc.

Personally, I can see him being the type to like weighted blankets, so that certainly influences the way he comforts others. Rather than being a pillar for them to lean on, it's more about grounding them as a comforting presence.

When happy, he tends to cling onto his loved ones, following after them like a lost duckling. Eloni would love to spontaneously hug you and pick you up like the others do, but he feels it would be too much. Instead, he settles for casually hugging you from behind. He's also known for idly playing with his loved ones' hair, braiding it or trying to come up with silly hairstyles.

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

Max wasn't really in the mood to celebrate Christmas. Not yet. She was still grappling with the events of months ago and the whirlwind of emotions that came with it – relief, guilt, freedom, anger. She appreciated Lucas and Dustin for caring and always checking in on her, but they didn't truly understand. Not really. And that reflected in her relationship with Lucas. Despite his good intentions and the strong connection between them, Max just couldn't open up to him about Billy or how, at times, she wished she had died in his place. She couldn't share with him the intricacies of her complicated relationship with Billy and how, nonetheless, his death profoundly affected her.

Amidst all this, her bond with Eleven grew stronger. Somehow, El seemed to understand her, even if she didn't grasp the intricate details of human relationships. Despite all that had happened to her, El still possessed a great innocence towards feelings and relationships. Yet, when they were together, Max could relax a bit and feel lighter. When she had nightmares about the events at the mall, El rarely asked questions, knowing Max wouldn't talk much. Instead, she would just embrace her and let Max cry in her arms until she calmed down. The few times Max shared her feelings about Billy's death with Eleven, there was no judgment, only genuine and innocent curiosity in trying to understand something so complicated.

Over time, Max found herself sleeping more and more at Hopper's cabin, growing closer to Eleven. This brought forth the feelings Max desperately tried to bury, intensifying and nearing the surface.

In the midst of a crisis, Max would try to focus on the day she took Eleven shopping. It was one of the happiest days of her life. She never had many girl friends, finding them superficial and boring, but El was different. She wasn't superficial or boring, even when discussing sweaters and Christmas lights with Dustin.

A discreet smile formed on Max's lips as she listened to El and Dustin talk, stealing a glance at the girl. She looked adorable in that teddy bear and Christmas tree sweater.

"Sweaters are great! I don't know why Mike doesn't like them."

Max rolled her eyes. "Mike doesn't like many things." Mike was an idiot. He and El had broken up because El was spending too much time with Max. Seriously, how insensitive could that boy be? Not to mention, he added almost nothing to El's life. He didn't care to teach her anything that truly mattered, constantly disregarding El's or even Max's feelings.

"That's not true, I like a lot of things," Mike replied, emerging from Joyce's room, with Will following closely, each carrying a cardboard box. "But these sweaters are ridiculous."

"Your hair is ridiculous, and no one says anything," Max shot back before realizing what she was saying.

Everyone did their best to suppress their laughter at her remark, with limited success. She could feel Eleven's gaze on her but tried her best not to reciprocate. Max was aware that hiding her feelings for Eleven was getting harder each day, and the last thing she needed was for Mike to notice. Not that Mike was smart enough to notice anything. He probably hadn't even realized how long Will had been in love with him.

Max shook her head, pushing away those thoughts. No matter what she felt for El, nothing would happen. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, gripping the ladder tighter as Robin was on the second-to-last step, securing some lights on the wall of the Hopper-Byers living room.

"Remind me again why I, and not you, am up here putting up these lights?"

Robin's voice made Max raise her head. "Because you're taller than me," Max shrugged.

"And I'm also clumsier." Robin grumbled.

"Get on with it; we still have more lights to put up."

"Okay, okay." Robin grumbled and climbed one more step. "But if I fall—"

Max watched as Robin stretched on tiptoes to try to nail one end of the light to the wall when she lost her balance and fell off the ladder, taking Max with her.

"Ouch."

Despite the fall, Max couldn't help but laugh. Robin was completely clumsy, but she was also smart and funny. Over the months, Max found herself spending more time with Robin and Steve. Now that they no longer had the mall, and they worked at a video rental store, she and Eleven would often go there to pick up movies when Max stayed at the cabin.

"Oh, my God, are you guys okay?"

Joyce's concerned voice snapped Max out of her thoughts, and she pushed Robin. "We're fine, Mrs. Byers. Sorry."

"No need to apologize, dear." Joyce smiled at her with that sweet and understanding demeanor that always left Max a bit disoriented.

She observed as Joyce's attention turned to Eleven, and she got the impression that El was looking at her, but she couldn't be sure.

The living room door swung open, bringing in a gust of cold air as Hopper, Jonathan, and Nancy entered with more last-minute purchases. That was another thing Max liked; the relationship between Hopper and Joyce turned that group into a sort of extended family, where she and Robin were included without anyone having to think much about it. Max still remembered the early days in Hawkins, before meeting the boys, when she was skateboarding on the main street, fell, and Joyce ran over to check if she was okay. There was no judgment in Joyce's eyes for Max being a girl skateboarding or for her not-so-girlish clothes.

She liked the fact that now that El and Hopper lived at Joyce's house, it was closer for her to visit, and Max also enjoyed Joyce's cooking. Jonathan was cool too. He was always listening to music and talking with them. He genuinely cared about Will and his feelings, doing everything to let Will know he could count on him, no matter what happened. All she wanted was to have a brother like Jonathan. Or even Steve. He was the first person to stand up for her against Billy, who looked her in the eyes and promised that everything would be okay. The Hopper-Byers' house was cozy and had something that made Max feel safe there, even when everything was chaotic.

"Give me this." Nancy shook her head upon seeing Max and Robin still on the ground. "Help Max hold the ladder. Let me handle these lights. You're likely to send someone to the hospital."

Max involuntarily smiled as Nancy glanced at her and offered a smile. Nancy was amazing. She watched as Robin handed the Christmas lights to Nancy and assisted Max in setting the ladder upright, holding the other side.

"After we're done here, we're going to make snowmen," Mike said after a while. He was in a corner of the room with Will, Dustin, and El, decorating the Christmas tree.

"Snowman?"

Max's attention was immediately drawn to Eleven, like a magnet in a magnetic field. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed in that adorable way when she was confused, and Max's heart skipped a few beats when El's gaze met hers. Every time Eleven looked at her, it was as if she could see through Max, as if she saw her soul, her deepest secrets.

She shook her head to clear those thoughts, noticing that Eleven was still looking at her. "You got this!" Max smiled.

(...)

After finishing the decorations, it was time to head to the backyard to build snowmen. Despite not being exactly in the Christmas spirit, Max loved the snow. It was one of the things she enjoyed most about moving to Hawkins. She grabbed her coat and put it on, zipping it all the way up. As she put on her gloves, she saw Joyce adjusting Eleven's coat and putting a hat on her head. It was amazing how Joyce seamlessly stepped into the role of a mother to El, almost eerily natural, as if El had been her daughter forever.

Max's heart tightened a bit at the thought, leading her to reflect on her own mother. Things got really ugly with Neil after Billy's death, and with no Billy to take out his rage on, he turned to Susan. Until Max had had enough and intervened, much like when she prevented Billy from beating Steve to death. After that, Neil left, leaving them with almost nothing. However, despite Hawkins being a small town with not much to offer, Susan soon found work at the downtown bank. It wasn't much, but at least they didn't have to stay in the trailer park for long.

The sound of the boys' laughter snapped her out of her thoughts, and Max ran over to El, taking her hand and running with her through the yard. The boys were already there, engaged in a snowball fight, and one came dangerously close to Eleven's head for Max's liking.

"Hey, idiots, watch out!"

"Sorry, El." Lucas had the decency to look guilty, and he smiled at them.

Max felt Eleven's gaze on her and turned to look at her. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and Max immediately understood what she wanted to do. Oh, this would be funny. Max watched as El focused on her powers and created the largest snowball she had ever seen using only her mind. When the snowball reached a considerable size, El looked at her again, and Max just nodded. In the next moment, the boys were under the snowball El had made.

Eleven's laughter filled the air, and Max couldn't help but laugh along with her. The boys whined and dramatized while they laughed more and soon Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan appeared beside them to see what had happened.

"What? Did you do this?" Steve asked El, and Max couldn't help but smile at the innocent mischief in her eyes and Steve's expression. Seriously, he had seen El do a bunch of things, and he still marveled at her powers.

"Serves you right, dummies." Max stuck her tongue out at the boys and pulled Eleven by the hand to find a spot in the yard to build their snowmen.

Max knelt in the snow and began forming a snowball between her hands, showing Eleven how to start building her snowman. It didn't take long for them to finish - El gave a little help with her powers to stack the snowballs on top of each other.

After finishing building their snowmen, they joined the boys in a snowball fight, running and ducking to avoid the snowballs thrown their way. The sounds of laughter filled the backyard, filling the gaps in Max's heart. It was the first time she had felt genuinely happy in a long time. For the first time in ages, Max had momentarily forgotten her pains and traumas.

"Ouch, sorry." Max gasped when she fell over Eleven in the snow.

Eleven's intense brown eyes were a breathtaking contrast against the white snow. For Max, Eleven's eyes were the most expressive she had ever seen, but in that moment, shining with innocent mischief, they were even more beautiful than she could ever describe. Her heart skipped several beats when El's gaze met hers, and without realizing what she was doing, Max's eyes dropped to El's lips, and she leaned forward a bit, unaware of her actions.

"Hey, dingus, let's go inside before we become part of the decoration."

Robin's voice interrupted the moment, and Max felt her heart stop for a moment. What the hell was she doing? This was getting out of control. She couldn't just almost kiss Eleven in front of everyone. Especially without being sure if Eleven wanted it or understood the implications.

Mike's creepy move of starting a relationship with El when the girl barely grasped the concept was already enough. Max refused to be like him.

Since that day at the mall, Max had explained more about relationships to El - as well as her limited knowledge allowed. But still, what El knew about relationships and socializing was far less than them. Max quickly got up, feeling her cheeks burning, and extended a hand to help El up, but she couldn't bring herself to look at her at that moment.

"Come on, let's have some hot chocolate to ward off this cold!"

Joyce called from the door, and Max started walking into the house. She knew Eleven might be confused by her behavior, and she was almost certain that El would ask if she did something wrong as soon as they were alone. But how could Max explain to her? Talking about her feelings was out of the question. Besides, El didn't need someone as messed up as her in her life.

Max felt her heart race when El took her hand, intertwining their fingers and pulled her to the corner of the room where Nancy, Robin, and Erica were. They sat on the carpeted floor in front of them, and Max noticed something strange in Nancy and Robin's gazes.

She silently thanked when Nancy's attention turned to Eleven, and she said, "Your snowman looks really nice."

"It was my first time making one."

"You've never made a snowman before?"

Max rolled her eyes and shook her head upon hearing Robin's question. She knew Robin meant no harm, but she couldn't help her protective side kicking in.

"She lived in a lab, dingus. I doubt that old man was building snowmen in there."

Max immediately wanted to kick herself for saying something, as at that moment, Nancy and Robin exchanged a look that made Max shiver. Suddenly, it felt like they could read her thoughts and knew what she felt for Eleven when she herself couldn't quite explain it. She was screwed. So screwed. If they said anything to Hopper, he would rip her head off. He would shred her into pieces and serve her to others for Christmas. Or he might just cut her into bits and hide them around. He certainly knew how to do that. Oh, she was so screwed.

"The next step is learning to skateboard."

Robin's teasing tone snapped Max out of her spiraling thoughts, and she almost choked on her saliva when Eleven said, "I'd rather watch Max do it. She's really good at it."

"And to think when you two first met, you looked like you were going to rip Max's head off," Steve said amusingly, coming in with a tray of cookies.

"Things have changed. Now, I don't have a reason to knock her off the skateboard anymore."

"Wait, you were the one who knocked me off the skateboard that day at the school court?"

"Maybe."

Eleven bit her lip trying to hold back a smile, and Max's heart almost leaped out of her chest. The first time El had done that was on that day at the mall, when they were at Hopper's cabin after the outing, and on that day, Max thought she was going to have a meltdown right there. That part hadn't changed much.

"Oh, you're in so much trouble for that," Max said, narrowing her eyes, and pushed Eleven, falling on top of her again. Eleven gasped and burst into laughter as Max started tickling her. Max knew she had never heard a sound as good as Eleven's laughter in her entire life. She wanted to make Eleven smile every day, even if she couldn't smile every day.

Eleven laughed and squirmed beneath her, and for a moment, Max forgot about everyone around them. This was something between them, of them. Max was always tickling Eleven, and vice versa, but that day was different. There was something in Eleven's gaze that made Max's heart beat even faster.

When Jonathan approached with a tray of hot chocolate, Max stopped tickling Eleven and helped her sit down, noticing Robin and Nancy looking at them in a way that made Max's cheeks acquire a new shade of red.

After having cookies and hot chocolate, they settled in the living room to watch a movie, and then everyone went to have dinner. While the boys tidied up the room, Joyce went to the kitchen to check on dinner, and Hopper, Jonathan, and Steve set the table. Nancy, Robin, Max, Erica, and El helped bring dishes from the kitchen to the dining room.

El had just placed a dish on the table and was returning to the kitchen when she nearly bumped into Max.

"Sorry, I was distracted."

Eleven looked at her in a way that made Max's heart skip a few beats.

"Oh, oh! Mistletoe!"

Max felt her heart stop for a few seconds at what Robin said. She was going to kill whoever came up with the idea of hanging those stupid mistletoes around the house.

"What?"

Eleven and Max asked at the same time, and Max's voice came out sounding like one of those idiotic characters who cower at anything. She just hoped Eleven wouldn't think it had anything to do with her because Max couldn't explain the truth.

"Mistletoe. You know what that means."

Robin wiggled her eyebrows, but despite the gesture, there was no malicious intent in her. 

"No, she doesn't!"

Max shot a furious look at Robin. Max blushed, turning as red as a ripe tomato. She was going to strangle Robin. Eleven was still learning many things, and although she had already grasped the concept of many things and improved her communicative skills and understanding of friendships, promises, and other things, romantic relationships were still very new and little talked about for Eleven.

Max knew that this mistletoe thing was just something silly and harmless, and she knew Robin meant no harm, but still. The mere idea of kissing Eleven made Max's heart race and stop at the same time.

"What's the mis- mis-"

"Mistletoe," Steve said, appearing next to El.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's just a stupid tradition," Max quickly said, hoping not only Robin and Steve but especially El would drop the subject. But of course, that was asking too much when it came to her best friend's relentless curiosity.

"What tradition?" Eleven asked, ignoring Max's eye roll.

"According to tradition, when two people find themselves under the mistletoe, they are supposed to-" Steve gestured vaguely.

"I don't understand."

"Oh, for God's sake." Max huffed in annoyance, even redder than before. "According to tradition, when two people find themselves under the mistletoe, they should kiss."

"Oh."

El's eyes widened, and Max could see her processing this information. Max wished a hole would open beneath her and swallow her, maybe even take her to the upside-down because that would be her death.

"Oh! Do you want... to kiss?"

Max felt her heart do a perfect backflip at that moment. She wasn't sure if El understood the concept, and she didn't want it to create a misunderstanding between them. Something that could potentially undermine their friendship. So, swallowing any trace of hope, she said, "We don't have to, El. It's just a stupid tradition."

"Ah."

Max tilted her head at Eleven's reaction. She seemed almost disappointed that Max dodged her question. Could that mean El wanted to kiss her? And more importantly, did El understand the implications? 

Max knew Eleven didn't care much about society's definitions, but maybe it was only because she still didn't grasp many stupid societal concepts. Moreover, she didn't know how others would react. If Hopper disliked Mike, he might end up hating Max. He could forbid her from seeing or talking to El, and she couldn't risk that. But Eleven's rejected look was enough for Max to dare. She took a deep breath and said, "I mean, we can if you want, but it's not a big deal." She nervously laughed, glancing at Steve and Robin, who were trying to contain their amusement.

"If it's just a tradition, why not do it? Traditions should be fun, right?"

Oh, Eleven's innocent curiosity would be the death of Max. She was screwed. So screwed. But Max knew she would do anything for Eleven.

"Yeah, you're right. It's just a silly tradition." She then turned her attention to the mistletoe. "Okay, here we go."

When Eleven tilted her head and leaned towards Max, she felt her heart racing like never before, but she didn't want to risk so much. What if she was misreading the situation? So, Max leaned in, giving a gentle kiss on El's cheek. The room fell silent for a moment, and when Eleven touched her own cheek, Max thought she might faint. There was no way she was misreading that.

"Oh, come on!" Robin grumbled.

Max rolled her eyes again, her cheeks even redder than before. "Fine, you want a real kiss?"

She nervously looked at Eleven, praying she was reading the situation correctly and begging the universe that it meant the same to El as it did to her.

Max's heart raced as she leaned in, capturing the subtle anticipation in Eleven's eyes. The room around them seemed to dissolve, leaving only the magnetic and innocent attraction between them. Max could feel El's breath against her lips, a shared moment filled with unspoken understanding.

Their kiss was a delicate dance of emotions, a sweet symphony of connection. El's closed eyes reflected the vulnerability Max had seen in her friend for so long. 

In that fleeting exchange, El's small smile revealed a world of understanding. Max sensed the genuine joy in her friend, and it echoed within her. It was a kiss that marked a shift in their relationship, an acknowledgment of something unspoken yet deeply felt.

As Max reluctantly pulled away, a twinge of longing lingered. The absence of their closeness left a void, and Max couldn't help but marvel at the subtle shift in dynamics. It was a kiss that, despite its brevity, carried the weight of revelation and understanding. Well, to some extent. Max was still far from truly understanding what was going on with her, and she knew the same went for El, but she felt they could rely on Steve and Robin to help them better comprehend.

Steve's applause and Robin's mischievous smile reflected the unspoken sentiments of those who had been rooting for this connection. Max couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks ablaze with a rosy hue. Her eyes, still sparkling from the shared moment, met Eleven's gaze.  She tucked a strand of hair behind El's ear. "Well, that was unexpected."

"I liked it. Can we do it again?"

"Of course, El. As many times as you want."

Maybe Max had died, and this was heaven. Or she was just dreaming. And if that was the case, she didn't want to wake up anymore.

(Max's pov)

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

I want to start by saying I LOVE your fanfic and the amount of lore you’ve built around everything, it’s just such an interesting world to experience and you’ve done an amazing job building it. Genuinely in my top three fanfics I’ve read across any fandoms I’ve been in!

IMPORTANT NOTE:

This discusses educational discussion of women’s undergarments in the context of fashion history, just in case you aren’t comfortable with it!

In chapter 29 I noticed one line that bugged me a little, so apologies for the LONG explanation here about corsets— if you already know about their actual history and not the hollywood misrepresentation of them feel free to ignore this, I just thought this could help in the future with the ball chapter especially!

““Ha,” she grinned, pulling herself upwards before she turned back to the star. “You think this is outlandish? You should see what some ladies are capable of doing while wearing a corset!”

“A corset?” he repeated.

“Yeah, it’s like a cosmetic thing that came straight outta hell, because no one down there wanted it, so now we on earth have to deal with it. “”

To start- corsets as a whole shouldn’t be demonized as much as they are in popular media since they were quite literally just the old version of bra’s— just like how there are uncomfortable ones and comfortable ones today, there were back then. I’m less here about historical accuracy but realism, because working class women wore corsets daily and they were an essential part of the everyday clothing they wore!

More accurately in this time period it would be called ‘a pair of bodies’ (later on shortened to bodice) and should have been comfortable unless poorly made and tailored. An uncomfortable corset means one of two things, it was poorly tailored like I mentioned before or the corset has been tight laced. Tight lacing only became popular in the early 1800’s and would be the beginning of corset demonization. Doctors would claim organs were being moved and fertility was being damaged (‘studies’ have been made but also debunked) hence the quickly descending popularity of them and the invention of the bra!

To put it into perspective, modern day translation would go like this:

“Ha,” she grinned, pulling herself upwards before she turned back to the star. “You think this is outlandish? You should see what some ladies are capable of doing while wearing a bra!”

(Which by the way, that’s so real, I hate mine so much)

I feel like it’s completely in character for your Asha to have a gripe with corsets, which is why I wasn’t sure if this wasn’t an intentional choice or not. Asha definitely seems like the type to strictly wear working corsets and avoid tight lacing ones like the plague.

Quick personal suggestion, since I noticed asha’s victory dress being very-ballgown like, It’s likely she’d opt for a corset of her own design similar to an Edwardian corset, which created an hourglass design not by cinching in the waist to extremes but adding volume at the hips (hip pads) instead. Ideally, an everyday corset should feel like a tight hug, not a torture machine.

Fun fact: It wasn’t uncommon for men to wear corsets as well! They were good for hiding ‘beer bellies’.

If you prefer visual learning, here’s a really engaging video that goes over the basic myths: https://youtu.be/LWYG5sQp0-E?si=LugoryF2eR_Dja83

Highly encourage you to look further into it because fashion history is so interesting and deeply reflects the political standings of each era.

Tldr: Just like modern bra’s have restricting pushup bras and comfy grandma bra’s corsets had comfy ones and tight lace ones. Asha likely would be wearing a corset too :D

It’s just a personal thing I’m very passionate about, and although im not a fashion historian I hope I gave you a general idea of what corsets are actually like if you didn’t know already 🙏

Seriously looking forward to the future chapters, this fic is a literal piece of art <3

First of all- thank you! I appreciate it!

Also, I did not know that much about corsets, (nor did I know that men actually wore them to hide 'beer bellies' that's too funny) so this was a learning experience to me! I never knew that they were actually comfortable- ((I'll be sure to look into it more!))

Admittedly, I do fine the fashion aspect to be a bit challenging because it's trying to balance the whole- medieval time period fashion vs the star fashion that you see in Asha's victory dress- along with some other things, but I will definitely go back and edit that line in chapter 29 when finished!

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Now Im just thinking about yapper lover talking nonstop about stuff that interest them- that paired with the Ganondorfs and Demise would be interesting-

Ganondorf would have no idea what was going on, but his love is passionate about it, so he will listen and ask questions when necessary. Demise, in all honesty, does not give a singular fuck and just pretends to listen and occasionally does fully listen, which, is better than any other alternative.

I yap when I get overexcited about things. I can ramble on and on about my favorites if the mood hits me. I'll admit, I dont yap much anymore, due to the experiences of those not listening and my work being just talking all day.

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Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf would find a yapper lover endearing. He would genuinely listen, appreciating the passion his lover shows in their interests. He might not always understand the fascination but would respect it.

Internal Monologue: "She speaks with such enthusiasm. It's... refreshing. Though I don't always grasp her interest, I enjoy hearing her speak."

Response: He would occasionally nod, give thoughtful responses, and ask questions to show he is engaged. He might offer insights or anecdotes from his own experiences, adding to the conversation.

Example: When she talks about her latest hobby, he might say, "Your dedication reminds me of my own pursuits. Tell me more about what drives your interest."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would be a patient listener, finding a yapper lover's enthusiasm intriguing. He would listen attentively, seeing it as a way to understand her better.

Internal Monologue: "Her excitement is palpable. There's much to learn from her passion."

Response: He would actively contribute to the conversation, asking probing questions and offering his own thoughts. He might challenge her ideas to provoke deeper discussion, enjoying the intellectual engagement.

Example: When she shares her thoughts on a new book she's reading, he might respond, "And what do you think the author is truly trying to convey? Have you considered the underlying themes?"

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would initially be taken aback by a yapper lover but would soon find it charming. He would listen with a mix of amusement and genuine interest.

Internal Monologue: "She never stops talking... But there's something captivating about her energy."

Response: He would listen quietly, occasionally contributing with short but meaningful comments. He would enjoy watching her animated expressions and the way she lights up when talking about her interests.

Example: When she excitedly talks about her day, he might say, "Your enthusiasm is contagious. It sounds like you had quite an eventful day."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would appreciate a yapper lover's passion and energy. He would listen with a smile, finding her constant chatter entertaining.

Internal Monologue: "She talks so much... But I enjoy her spirit."

Response: He would actively engage in the conversation, offering supportive and encouraging comments. He would enjoy teasing her lightly about her endless talking but in a loving manner.

Example: When she talks about a new project she's excited about, he might say, "You have so much energy for this. Tell me more about how you plan to accomplish it."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would be both amused and fascinated by a yapper lover. He would listen attentively, appreciating the insight into her thoughts and feelings.

Internal Monologue: "She has so much to say... It's intriguing to see what captivates her."

Response: He would listen actively, contributing thoughtful comments and questions. He would enjoy the lively conversation and the connection it fosters between them.

Example: When she talks about her favorite topic, he might respond, "You speak of it with such passion. It's clear it means a great deal to you. What inspired this interest?"

Demise (Skyward Sword)

Reaction: Demise would initially be perplexed by a yapper lover but would come to appreciate her enthusiasm. He would listen with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Internal Monologue: "She talks endlessly... But her passion is undeniable."

Response: He would listen more than he talks, occasionally interjecting with questions or comments. He would find her energy infectious and enjoy the liveliness she brings to their interactions.

Example: When she excitedly describes her latest adventure, he might say, "You seem to have a knack for finding excitement. What drives you to seek out these experiences?"

Overall, the Ganondorfs and Demise each have their unique ways of reacting to a yapper lover. They all find her enthusiasm charming and endearing, each engaging in conversation in their own way, whether through active listening, thoughtful contributions, or playful teasing. This dynamic adds a lively and engaging element to their relationships, deepening their connection and understanding of each other.

[ummick]

Mick’s Diary: Life as an F1 Reserve Driver

It’s been a hectic three months for our new Reserve Driver, Mick Schumacher. From plenty of simulator work to marketing appearances… and a little surfing in between! In this new series, Mick will be sharing his thoughts, feelings, and experiences throughout the year. First up, Mick discusses his first days at Brackley, what it’s like working with Lewis and George, plus a message for the fans.

Hi everyone and welcome to my diary! Over the season, I’ll be keeping you up to date with how we’re progressing trackside and at the factory, and some insight into what I get up to away from racing. So, here’s my first entry. Since I joined Mercedes, I’ve been settling in great. Everybody is just so open-minded towards me, and that made me feel welcome from the first moment I stepped into the factory in Brackley. I’ve spent a lot of time there in these first months. It’s a very impressive facility. I visited it back in 2014 as a young driver and was even sneaking in the simulator then, but everything is a lot bigger now than it was then! It is a state-of-the-art facility, very impressive in how things are structured and how every detail is thoughtfully taken care of. I’m still getting used to the level of preparation that you see here, and I am trying to soak up as much information as I can. Also, there’s still a lot of people I haven’t met but it’s been fun getting to know as many colleagues as I can. My main focus up to now has been working in the simulator. Because I have raced a car under this new set of regulations, I have a good understanding of how to drive them. That has helped me in my role so far and hopefully added value for the Team. I will look to be an extra pair of eyes and resource to help with the development programme across the year. The simulator team have been super kind to me and great to work with. It’s impressive to drive the sim because it’s just so advanced, and I have been pushing to do more. It’s not enough for me to just sit on the side-lines, I want to be helpful wherever I can. Of course, it’s not the real thing and I would love to be driving the W14! It's also been fascinating working with Lewis and George. It’s an interesting period for me as I get to look over and work with two fantastic drivers, which you don’t always get to do. I’ve learned a lot about what’s important in terms of approaching race weekends; I feel like I’ve already gained so much knowledge to add to my skillset. I didn’t think I would have learned and gained so much so early into my role. As a driver, you usually do not get to hear what is going on between all the engineers while you are out on the track, so listening in during the sessions has been extremely interesting. I was quite shocked at the season opener in Bahrain, I did not expect the sheer amount of exchange that happens. You don’t know what you’re missing until you are actually part of it. What I really appreciate in working with those engineers is that they are genuinely listening to you and your opinion matters, and what is special from an emotional side is that many people who are working for the Team now were working here when my dad was driving. Whilst we’ve all been working hard, it’s important to keep a balance and get some downtime. I went out early to Australia and went surfing. I wouldn’t say that I’m a great surfer, but I have to say that I have come to love it and I feel it is not just for fun but also very helpful for training. Even at home in Switzerland I do a lot of surfing. Yes, this may sound strange when speaking of a country that’s not famous for its beaches, but we have a surf spot close to where I live. It can’t beat the adrenaline rush of motorsport though and I’m excited to get back to Brackley and continue our work. We’re working through quite a lot of simulator sessions before the next race in Baku so we will do some virtual mileage and be pushing hard to bring performance to the car. To finish my first diary entry, I wanted to speak directly to you, the fans. Thank you to everyone for the warm welcome to the Team, and for the support you’ve shown me. It’s no secret that I would, like any driver, love to be out there racing. My current role though is helping me grow and develop, which is great.

[bethyyoung]

Inventory

Featuring @orioncarnell - In which questions are ping-ponged and carvings are discussed.

Orion

Hello. I brought clothing. -*Orion's greeting is as minimalistic as usual as he greets Beth and lowers the filled backpack onto the ground next to him. He'd been trying to find antibiotics, but those had been harder to find, so after a few days of being out of Redwood, Orion had opted for a nearby somewhat intact clothing store. They could use it in the winter months.*- I packed as much as I could. If we need more, I can head out again. -*he looked like the days he'd spent outside, grime and dirt and sweat and some dried blood clinging to him*- Or is there anything else we currently need?

Beth

She tuts. Immediately. It can't be helped, no matter how often he appeared in this state. Instinct was to take a hose to the man like a muddy dog. "Thanks," she smiles instead of lecturing. Hunkering down and hooking one finger through a backpack strap, Beth pulls it closer. "That blood on you yours?" Beth's way of asking if he had gotten hurt, eyes on the bag of clothing all the while.

Orion

Some of it. Most of it is from walkers. -*Orion answers truthfully, not picking up on Beth's intent in the slightest, the way he usually did with indirect questions and comments. He watched her intently as she pulled the backpack closer, resisting the urge to hold it in place, as if Beth was taking it away*- I will need the backpack back. The clothes are on top. I got jackets, but they require a lot of space, so I could not bring a lot. If we need more, I will go out again.

Beth

The honesty was appreciated, but her smile was polite. "Need me to patch anything up on ya?" He didn't strike her as coy or prideful enough to hide an injury in need of tending - but Orion did seem task-oriented enough to prioritize delivering recovered goods before seeing to himself. "Then back you shall have it, Orion." Scooping the clothing out and into her arms carefully, Beth stood and found a spot to set and sort."You did well, thank you. Was there anything from this delivery you'd like given to anyone specific?"

Orion

"No. Thank you." Orion added that last part after some thought, before he continued. "I cut myself on some glass. I bandaged it on the road. I can stitch it up back in my apartment." That was how he did it for the most part. He had learned young to tend to his own wounds. Unless necessary, he didn't go to the clinic. With a grateful nod he took the backpack back, though he didn't leave as Beth began sorting, watching her. Most of their interactions had been Orion dropping off what he'd found, and then leaving. What they had talked about had been limited, but their conversations were not unfriendly.

"No. Whoever needs it. I grabbed bigger sizes, because we have a few of those, and I overheard some say that the jackets don't fit them." Orion tilted his head while he observed her work. "Is there something you need?"

Beth

"As you like," Beth allowed, trusting Orion to know his limitations.

Already splitting the clothing into stacks by size, each was shook open and held at arms length in turn. "The kids will always need bigger sizes to grow into. Keep the too-smalls for the next kid down the line. Doesn't work as well when you reach adulthood."

His question earned a genuine laugh from Beth. "Sorry, that wasn't at you. Just that everyone here is in need all the time." Beth stretched across the counter to get her clip board. "But - let's see..."

Beth hummed tunelessly, flipping pages. "Metal for the forge, yarn for socks and winter gear..." She felt like the worst Santa. Not one request for a toy.

Orion

Orion didn't take offense to it, but he made a mental note of it. Of course, children would grow out of the jackets easily, but perhaps, if he had the space to spare, he could take some of those with him the next time he had the chance. He could roll them up tight. If they didn't need them, perhaps Bea could use the fabric. He just gave a small nod of acknowledgement, took his notes, only pausing when it got to Lucien's cane.

"I see. Ike and Zack brought back some wooden canes a while back. Were they too short?" He might have to look in a hospital, which was always risky. Or go further out, to find a specialty store. "I will see what I can find." He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, before he said. "You are very helpful. It is practical to have someone who keeps an overview of requests." Then, after a short pause, he asked. "Why do you do it?"

Beth

"And it was great that they did," Beth nodded. "But Lucien is taller than most folk a mobility device is made for." Setting another coat down, Beth held one hand to her side, near the hip. "See about here? Supposed to hold the cane here and still be standing, no hunching over."

Her smile was reflexively polite. People treated her like some goody two shoes sometimes, because she employed common courtesy and was friendly enough until given reason to behave otherwise. Left a body to wonder what everyone else thought was baseline behavior. "Why?" Beth exhaled slowly, looking around. "Well, I suppose because it's something I'm capable of, and it needed doing."

Smiling up at Orion, Beth returned the question. "Why do you raid?"

Orion

He took both note of the explanation and visual demonstration regarding Lucien's cane, and made a mental note to perhaps see if he could find a medical equipment store. Or rather a hospital? Similarly to her quick explanation, her answer as to why she was working as an inventory manager was similarly practical.

"I see." Orion responded, thoughtful, before he answered in turn. "I raid because it is what I am good at, and what I like doing most." He could have as easily been a hunter, or a farmer. He had experience of doing things because they needed to be done. "Do you like what you are doing? Or would you rather do something else?"

Beth

Gosh, what it'd be like to hear his internal dialogue, instead of waiting out his thoughts. His answer made her smile - practical. "I'm glad you enjoy the work, Orion. Redwood's lucky to have you here."

Folding again, she considered, smoothly fabric idly. "Well, I like parts of it. It feels nice to know I'm helping. Pulling my weight and all." Would she rather be doing something else? Orion very likely meant in Redwood, in present circumstance, but it fell on Beth more contemplative. "I don't suppose there's much point in thinking about what I'd rather do. This suits me well enough just now."

As before, she returned the question. "Anything else *you'd* prefer to spend your time on?"

Orion

"Thank you." Orion gave the appropriate response to her kind words. He noticed that she seemed to think over her words carefully, not responding in the spur of a moment, or just on instinct.

"I see." She didn't seem resentful of what she was doing, and she recognized the necessity of it. A practical way of looking at things. "No. I like raiding as it is. If I want to do something else, I do it in my free time." Reading took up quite a lot of his time, as did working out, but they were not things he preferred overall. He needed raiding, in a way he didn't need reading or working out. "I read a lot. I am starting to learn how to whittle." Their rhythm seemed to be pointing and turning back questions at each other. "What do you like to do when you are not here?"

Beth

"You whittle?" Beth perked up. "What inspired that?" Lacking much in the way of artistic discipline, Beth always appreciated it in others. "Have you made much?"

And the question returned again. "Ooh, depends on the day - although..." She trailed off, considering the man before her. "You know Lucien? I'm looking to get a handrail for his stairs, and secure the shelves so they can't get knocked to tumbling. I could do with a hand. If you're of a mind to help."

Orion

"I have not made much. There were a few animal shapes in the book I borrowed from the library. I have been making dogs." Four he had been accumulating on a small table in his apartment. The book had declared them as a simple shape, perfect for beginneres and Orion thought he was getting better. Cat kept knocking them down.

He saw the pause in Beth's demeanor at the returned question, thinking. Orion waited. "I see. I can help. I know Lucien." A handrail made sense for him. Orion thought about it. "Do you already have a handrail? Or does it still need to be made?" His own woodworking skills were purely practical, fixing table and chair legs and other wooden items. It was limited, but it would work. "I could help with making it. Isaac also knows how to woodwork as well."

Beth

It was an interesting subject, one she'd just discussed with someone else not too long ago. "Did you pick dogs for any specific reason?" Beth was fairly sure he had a pet cat, but perhaps the dog was easier to carve. "Could I trade you for one? When you think you're ready to show them off, I mean."

"Not yet. I reckoned I'd see if Vi had anything for it. If not..." Beth stood akimbo, thinking. "I still need to measure the staircase. But it doesn't need to be fancy, Orion - just sturdy and sanded." He was easy enough to talk to, unlike Ike's frequent carnival barker twists in conversation. "No call to answer this minute. Just wanted to put a feeler out while I had you here."

Orion

"They were the easiest for beginners. I am also making a dog for my pot of gold project. For Renee's children." The ask for a dog surprised him. Especially the offer to trade. It felt odd, exchanging an item with little practical use. "You can have one, we do not need to trade. I will bring it to you next time."

Beth needed to think, and Orion nodded, slightly confused at the last expression, but it wasn't hard to figure out what she meant. "I see. I can do that." He didn't know how to do much decoration, regardless. What he'd fixed on the farm had focused on practical, rather than aesthetic. "Let me know when you need it, so I can see if we need any more wood for it."

Beth

"You're making the gift for her children? Wonderful idea, Orion. Do you think you'll paint or stain them?" The trade rejection didn't deter Beth, she'd just have to find a way to repay him indirectly. "Well, now, thank you kindly, honey."

Returning to her folding, Beth beamed over the top of a jacket. "I'm glad you came by, Orion. These coats'll find a home. And I'll let you know about the railing soon."

Orion

"I'll leave them unpainted. The children might want to paint them." Orion responded. Should he paint the one he was giving to Beth? Though, maybe she would enjoy painting the one she would receive too. Regardless, he nodded and took a step back. "I am glad to hear that. Thank you. I will bring one of the dogs the next time I stop by." He looked at her for a few moments longer, before turning away and making his way off, shouldering the empty backpack.

[beneathashadytree]

Hihi! I wanted to request how Albert or William react to NB (non-binary) reader being smarter then them if that’s alright! Enjoy your writing btw, and have a nice day!

BEWITCHING BRILLIANCE - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : a little suggestive towards the end, mentions of blood and death, this is not proofread, reader identifies as non-binary!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 0.6K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Thank you for requesting something lighthearted like this; it’s just what I need during my days at uni🫠 I chose Albert for this since I get a LOT of requests for William, and I like to change things up a bit. I always write my reader as gender-neutral unless requested otherwise, so I always use they/them pronouns anyways. Still, I added a heads-up at the start that they identify as non-binary, just for clarification. Hope you enjoy this, and have a lovely day as well!💗

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Albert’s got the subtle kind of genius; the kind that not many people spot at first glance

To others in the ‘Ton and even to commoners, he’s known as the nobleman who’d climbed through the ranks in spite of all adversities, earning himself multiple titles and a reputation that rivaled no one’s

His charm and ability to win anyone over with a flash of his smile was something incredible in an of itself, and only played to prove just how skilled he was at handling all social situations

That cunning of his that lied within his social skills allowed him to puppeteer people as he wished, playing them to his tune and forcing them to do his bidding without ever making it seem like it was anything but their fully conscious choice

The fact that they somehow managed to slip past his sneaky plans and see through him was something that had him quirking his eyebrow in amusement and shock

They had his attention the moment they defied his subtle commands laced through his honeyed words, and it was only natural for his curiosity to pique

As time went by, he found himself drawn to their brilliance that shown through every idea and thought of theirs that they shared with him, a very eager listener

Proud as he was, Albert was self-aware enough to realize that they were far smarter than he was, the subjects they discussed whenever they met up just barely brushing the surface of the well that is their intelligence

When they started courting each other, he made it very clear that he intended to treat them not only as an equal, but also someone he genuinely looked up to and would trust implicitly with their advice in decisions and choices

Their wisdom is something he looks out for, seeking their opinion and guidance whenever they could give it—and he never does it with any manipulative intent, because he knows that they would easily pick up on it if he ever dared try to con them into it

However, if he ever decided (after lots of lengthy discussions with the entire gang) to let them in on their plans, they were more than likely to agree and chip in with their help whenever they could provide it

A small part of Albert was selfish enough to want to keep them away from staining their hands with the blood of the fallen; if he could protect their innocence in that respect then he would do anything for it

He also dislikes the prospect of making it seem like he’s using them for his own gain, so he’d rather keep their “help” to a minimum

After all, he loves to revel in the privacy of their conversations together, late at night with the lamplight oil burning low and the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on their faces

And if their eyes grow hooded and their smiles more languid as the conversation flowed between them and the words lingered in the warm air, then he would absolutely take them to bed for a proper show of appreciation of their incredibly attractive intellect, and a confession of just how damningly captivating he found them

He’s not much up for challenging them in terms of smarts, given that he’d much rather learn from them than go head-to-head with them, but he’s certainly up for tempting them twice as much with his lips in other ways he knows he reigns superior in

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