#the sentiment still stands tho lol

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((I probably would've gotten her faster if she wasn't being held by one of the final two bosses and I hadn't only JUST gotten to the city and wanted to explore, don't worry about it-))

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wishful thinking. (06)

chapter six: like lightning

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; mentions of sex, swearing, this chapter is also pretty mild in terms of warnings? the angst begins here tho !!! could've been more edited but yk lol word count: 4.9k

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If I never laid eyes on you Would I feel something missing? If you never laid eyes on me Would you know something’s gone?

Happy Accidents - Saint Motel

You don't know if you've ever changed, even once, in your life.

You feel like you're still 8 years old and your best friend is the neighbors' elderly dog that they let you play with every weekend. She's a golden retriever, and she would stand taller than you if she could walk on two legs.

You're still 16 and your happiest memories are of a boy who doesn't love you back. But all of your friends say that he does, and oh, how much you want to believe that their words are true.

And at the same time, you're 22, just a few months shy of 23, sitting in front of a canvas showcasing your own bleeding heart. Your growing pains, laid out by acrylics and gentle brush strokes. You liken yourself to the figure in front of you, the one that's standing in the corner of your painting, overlooking a sea of blues and grays. There's a piece of you that's left behind in everything you create. Sometimes, you leave it there on purpose, a memorabilia for your future self to look back at fondly.

You think of everything in your life that has changed and how you're the only thing that has managed to remain the same. The dog eventually dies and the boy moves on with his life. The passage of time is relentless but you seem to be the only one who can't keep up with the tireless flow. You're always running in place, always stuck behind in the end. There's a past in which you still live, one where you don’t know if you'll ever make it out of.

You think of home and the search comes up empty, like it does every single time. Home isn't here inside of your own body, nor is it within the four walls of your childhood bedroom. You've never felt like you belong anywhere. Everything is always fluctuating, constantly and unabatingly spinning and spinning and spinning when all you're asking for is a minute to stand still and catch your breath.

Home isn't always a place, that much you know. Maybe home isn't even a thing that you build but something that you find, in a person or a touch, in a feeling or a scent. Perhaps that's the problem, isn't it? Home is something you find, and you've spent your whole life searching.

People say your early 20s are supposed to be the best years of your life but that sentiment has never resonated with you. These are the years that you spend in excruciating limbo, where you're not an adult but you're forced to be anyway. The years where loneliness is an invisible friend that shadows you day in and day out, a presence you don’t want around but can't seem to shake off, a haunting that's far too gentle to be considered such. These aren't your best years; these are your saddest years.

None of it helps build character. It just hurts.

It hurts. You accept that it hurts. You keep on living, always accompanied by the hurt. At some point, it stops bothering you as much; you've grown numb to the way it stings, but it doesn't mean that there aren't days where you're pierced with a sudden and debilitating hollowness in your chest.

Here you are, half an adult but still a child, wondering if you know anything more than you did when you were 8.

You just want to go home, but you don't know where home is.

You look at the small pool of yellow acrylic paint that's been sitting on your palette for a while now. It feels so out of place among the other insipid tones, even though that has always been your intention - a burst of life amidst a sea of blues.

You don't think about anything in particular when your fingers pick up a brush and dab it in a generous amount of paint. It doesn't make much sense, but it feels right. You don't think about anything in particular when your hand smears the color on the cavas, on the figure, a startling stroke right in the center of her chest, contrasting all of the dulls and darkness surrounding.

Though, you do think of him afterward. Of him and daffodils and spring.

The rest of your friends are already present when you and Felix show up at Chan and Jess' shared apartment, holding boxes of pizzas and a case of beer.

It's a cute tradition that was started last year, when all of you promised to gather the final Friday of every month to have a cozy little dinner party among yourselves. It usually takes place at Chan's, since his apartment is bigger than the rest of yours, and because him and Jess are practically the parents of the group anyway.

The second you step into the living room, a chorus of groans erupts all around. Hyunjin and Jisung are the most vocal petulant babies, pouting from their seats, complaining that you two took too long and that they've been starving for hours.

You and Felix shrug off your jackets before delegating the tasks to the lot of them, since you were in charge of picking up the food for tonight. Minho and Seungmin grabbing plates and cups from the kitchen for Changbin and Jeongin to set on Chan's large coffee table.

You opt for a seat on the carpeted floor, next to the spot on the cream-colored couch where Minho left his phone, feeling more comfortable this way since the table is a little low for your liking. They come back a few minutes later, and you smile up at Minho when he reclaims his seat on the couch.

"Hi." He smiles back, smoothing a hand over your hair in greeting.

"Hi," you say. Even a touch so simple warms you up from the outside chill you were in mere minutes ago. No one else notices his lingering hand on you, or it's just such a you and Minho thing to be mildly affectionate with each other that the others don't care to comment on anymore.

You all fall into easy conversation soon after everyone starts digging in, chatting amongst yourselves as you always do. You and Hyunjin lament about your respective projects, reiterating the frustration that you've already expressed through your texts for the zillionth time. Chan and Jess nag Jeongin about introducing his girlfriend to the group, to which the younger one responds with an exaggerated groan as one would when their parents ask about grandchildren, though he does placate them by promising to bring her along the next time there's a party.

You don't care enough to tune into Minho's conversation with Changbin and Felix about the new gym they started going to. You do, however, catch Changbin's attempt to tease Minho. A playful scoff, followed by, "Minho lost his abs ages ago."

Your response is automatic and therefore, it doesn't warrant much thought from you before the words are tumbling out of your mouth. "No, he has abs. They're still there."

You don't recognize the weight of your words until you notice all chatter has halted, and you look up to find all eyes on you.

"How do you know that?" Jeongin is the one to voice everyone's collective thought, puzzled, a little surprised.

"Yeah, isn't Minho notoriously weird about that stuff?" Felix adds.

You blink in a daze, and you don't know if your face is reddening because of embarrassment but you sure hope that it isn't. The mouthful you're munching on gives you a reason to stall, your reputation of being a slow eater makes the excuse more believable when you don't answer right away.

As subtly as you can, you nudge Minho's leg with an elbow. He just laughs, though you're pretty certain he can tell that you're internally freaking out.

"I was walking her home from class a few weeks ago and we got caught in the rain. She let me come up to her apartment to change," he says calmly.

You remember that day. He was walking you from campus back to yours, so that part was true. But it didn't start raining until you were both sheltered in the comfort of your apartment, with him on top of you as he fucked you nice and slow on the couch. You didn't know when the rain stopped, but it must've been some time during your shower that you offered him to join with the innocent intention of cleaning yourselves up and saving water, only for him to end up on his knees with his face between your legs and his fingers buried deep inside of you. He'd made you come three times that afternoon, then took you out to udon afterward.

"And you just... changed in the middle of her living room or something?" Changbin asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Minho shrugs, completely nonchalant. "Yeah."

The silence in the room persists as you swallow down the bite. Their stare lingers on the pair of you, then they turn to look at each other like they're speaking a secret language that you're unfamiliar with. Why is it such a scandalous thing for you to see Minho without a shirt? You've seen your other guy friends shirtless numerous times before, when all of you are hanging out in someone's apartment on particularly hot summer days.

Though, they aren't wrong. The arrangement between the two of you muddles your memory, but you don't really remember seeing Minho flaunt his bare skin often before.

You're about to squeeze out a weak response to aid Minho's explanation, but your friends just start nodding along in acceptance.

"I guess that makes sense. If there's anyone who would see him naked, it'd be Y/N."

This definitely makes you blush. Minho laughs again.

"What?! I did not see him naked."

Well, look who's a liar now?

"Y/N, and whoever he's banging," Hyunjin supplies, which seriously doesn't help the flush on your cheeks at all.

"Why would it make sense that it was me?" you protest.

"Because you're his favorite." Jess is the one who answers, to which the rest of your friends all hum in agreement. The way they're reacting makes it seem as though it's just a fact of life that you're Minho's favorite, and that whatever boundary he lets you cross or whatever rule he breaks when it comes to you is simply a result of this fact.

Not once has it crossed your mind that everyone might have a favorite person in the group, but now that it's been said, you quickly conclude that Minho would be your favorite too (your secret arrangement notwithstanding.)

You glance up at him, seeking reassurance with a curious blink. "Am I?"

"You're alright," is what he tells you in lieu of a confirmation. "The least annoying one."

And you don't know if it's the way he speaks ever so gently when he looks at you or how his lips curl up in a knowing smile that sends a tingle of warmth down your spine. Or perhaps the culprit is the softness in his sharp eyes that makes you a little dizzy, makes a pair of butterflies go rampant at the pit of your stomach, as though they're prepared to soar when the ardor of spring begins to thaw the winter frost.

Chan laughs, "That's practically a declaration of love from Minho."

At one point, Hyunjin looks around and comments with a mouth stuffed full of pizza, "Wow. We are literally perfectly divided."

All eyes fall onto him, clearly no one is catching his drift.

Hyunjin swallows his food and washes it down with a big sip of beer before gesturing vaguely at the group, "All the singles are on the floor."

You look at the people on the couch while they stare back at you, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Changbin and Felix sitting comfortably on the fluffy rug.

"I'm single," Jisung says, pointing at himself. "Should I get on the floor?"

"No, you're not," Seungmin says flatly.

"What?"

"Didn't you get back together with your ex girlfriend?"

"What?" Jisung practically squeaks out. "Man, what are you talking about?"

"I live with you. We literally share a wall. I heard you last week. The whole two hours."

“You were home?!”

"My shoes were by the door. I had dishes in the sink. I went to the bathroom to pee several times."

Jisung gasps, growing redder and redder as more eyes start diverting their attention to him. He opens his mouth only to promptly close it as he thinks of what to say. Repeats the process a few times. "We didn't hear you. You never said anything," is what he settles on stuttering out. Then, "Why didn't you bring it up? Why do you have to air out my dirty laundry now?"

"It's more entertaining to embarrass you in front of everyone." Seungmin shrugs, and ignores Changbin's subsequent comment calling him a pervert. "And no wonder you didn't hear me. You were going at it like you were rabid."

"Wait," Jeongin says, "when did you even get back together?"

"We didn't. It's complicated! We're just… y'know…"

When Jisung trails off sheepishly with the bright blush still apparent on his cheeks, Minho cuts in, finishing his sentence bluntly, "Boning."

You send him a glare from where you're seated on the floor, to which he just gives you a lopsided grin and nudges you with his knee.

While everyone else is busy bombarding Jisung with questions on potentially getting back together with his ex, Minho quietly slithers down to the floor like a stealthy cat, squeezing himself into the space between you and Felix. Minho rests his arm behind you on the couch, leaving it stretched out comfortably on the cushions, just lightly touching your back. Usually, when you two are alone, he would have his arm wrapped around your shoulders so he could pull you close, until you're safely tucked into his side where you would remain on most of your evenings spent together. But for now, he leaves his arm where it grazes you only slightly as you sit among friends, with the exception of his hand reaching to play with your hair once in a while.

"Hey!" Hyunjin practically screeches, pointing at Minho when he notices. "Why did you get on the floor?"

"What?" Minho asks innocently. "You said the singles are on the floor."

"You're not single. You have a girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Hyunjin scoffs. "You have a sneaky link."

"Hmm, not the same as a girlfriend."

"Why can't you just tell us, man? There's gotta be something else you're hiding."

You stay quiet, still as a statue while they bicker back and forth, like the mere motion of your breathing could give your secret away. You don't doubt that Hyunjin has been hounding Minho about his new discovery ever since the night of Yeonjun's party, but Minho seems unfazed about it, evading Hyunjin's badgering with a calm composure that's distinct to no one else.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, quickly shuffling away as if your absence at the table would help make things seem less suspicious for Minho. You splash some water on your face, wait for a while until it feels like an appropriate amount of time has passed for them to have already moved onto another topic. You are, quite literally, hiding from your own friends.

Moments later, you re-enter the room with gentle footsteps and a certain tension in your spine, but you soon grow relieved when you find that the conversation has somehow shifted to Seungmin and his on-again off-again not-girlfriend, about which he just seems kinda sad for a few seconds before he's telling everyone to fuck off and mind their own business, always quick to conceal any and all emotions. He's similar to you in that way, you suppose.

You sit back down next to Minho who's still on the floor, though you put a little distance between your bodies that wasn't previously there. You don't know if it's enough to be noticeable, but he does look at you for a brief moment before leaning a bit closer, asking softly so only you could hear, "Walk you home later?"

You embark on the familiar route from Chan and Jess' place back to yours. It's not that late, barely even 10PM on a Friday night, but the streets are almost deserted. Barely anyone tipsily roaming the streets with their friends in tow; just a few cars passing by every now and then. You relish in the peace and quiet, sighing softly to yourself as you walk in the crisp evening air.

Minho takes casual strides next to you, letting his hand brush against your hand for a while until his pinky finds its way around yours. The tranquility of the city is nice, but being with Minho is even nicer.

Just some of the stars have come out to play, though the way they gleam and glimmer is enough to make up for what they lack in numbers. It's easy to get lost tonight, when you're looking up at an infinite sky with little light and only Minho's pinky hooked around yours like an anchor to guide you back home.

In the grand scheme of things, you're just a speck of dust. You're young and confused - 23 is still a child in your mind - and most of all, you're insignificant. Not in a self-disparaging way. Maybe in the literal sense of the word would be more accurate.

You are insignificant, merely a face among billions of faces. In a crowd of hundreds, or maybe only dozens, you're not someone who would stand out and be picked. Sometimes, it's nice to blend right in and hide in plain sight; you don't particularly enjoy being under the spotlight anyway. But sometimes, it's lonely to be just a drop in the ocean. You could sink right to the bottom and no one would even notice.

Maybe that's why you enjoy being around Minho so much. He makes you feel safe, and seen, like you matter in the end. He makes you feel like if you were to disappear one day, there's a person out there who would go to the ends of the earth in search of you.

You hope that he sticks around, that he wants to be in your life for as long as you can have him. You're not sure what it is that makes you sick to your stomach at the mere thought of losing him; perhaps because you know you will never come across another one like Minho in your lifetime. There's nobody else that can make you feel the same way he does.

I don't want to lose you. You're the only good thing I have.

An intersection, two left turns, and your apartment building comes into view all too soon.

"Wanna come up?" you ask bashfully. The streetlights do a good job at masking your light flush.

"I can't tonight," he says, a little apologetic. "I'm going to my parents' house first thing in the morning."

"Oh." You're disappointed for no specific reason. Sure, you were practically glued to Minho's side for most of the evening, but you were also surrounded by the very friends who are unaware that you two have been sneaking around behind their backs. It's been about over a week since you hung out with him alone, which isn't that long ago by any means, but still. "For the weekend?"

"Yeah, just for the weekend."

There's a selfish urge, just a tiny one, to ask him to come for a while anyway, maybe only twenty minutes or so, but you swallow it down and wave it away. "Okay, have fun. Say hi to the cats for me."

"I'll send you pictures," he tells you. "They miss you, y'know."

You smile at that, laughing a little. "They've met me once."

Last fall, you and your friends all took a weekend trip to Minho's childhood home for his birthday. It was fun for you, though you're not sure how much his parents actually enjoyed it, considering they had to house and feed almost a dozen kids that weren't their own. You remember the cats, of course you do, and how Soonie took an immediate liking to you, how he mostly hovered around your personal space whenever you were in the house.

"No, seriously. My mom says Soonie meows your name once a day."

You throw him an eye roll, accompanied by a light punch to his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Min," you say. "Text me when you get home."

"Okay."

Even after that, the two of you still stay rooted to the spot, your pinkies interlocked. Minho's gaze doesn't leave your face, and for a moment there, it feels like most of the stars didn't show up because they all left to gather in his eyes.

"Can't go up if you don't let me,” you quip, glancing at your hands, knowing full well that you can easily retract your finger if you want to.

His eyes stay on you for just a moment longer. "Let me kiss you," he asks softly, releasing your pinky only to take your hand in his, tugging you closer until you’re all up in each other's personal space.

You blink at him, your heart caught somewhere in your throat. You're close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. "Min…" you murmur but you don't actually know what you want to tell him, so the nickname hangs like an idle lantern in the bubble of space between your faces.

"Just a goodnight kiss."

"Friends don't kiss," you say meekly, reminiscent of your conversation over a week ago.

"Friends don't have sex either," he repeats.

"But we’re not having sex."

"You asked me to come upstairs. What do you think we would've done?"

And he's right. If he had agreed to come up, then you would probably be pressed against the door right now, with his hands trailing down your body, removing every article of clothing they find, his lips kissing every exposed patch of skin along the way.

Minho would've been kissing you regardless - anywhere and everywhere, and you wouldn't have had any qualms about it like you do right now, even though you want to kiss him too.

"Maybe I wanted you to come up to make you peel tangerines for me while we watch a movie."

He says nothing to that, only grins amusedly and leans in to nudge his nose against yours. It's so cute that you can't help but mirror the quirk of his lips. You're sure that no one else gets to see this version of him - the one that boops you like an overly affectionate cat and smiles like you're his favorite person not just in your little group, but in the whole wide world.

"I haven't kissed you all week," he murmurs, his voice so gentle in the quietude that surrounds you. "You were right there but I couldn't kiss you all night."

You lose yourself in his brown eyes, the same eyes that hold nothing but sincerity and fondness for you. The stars here are brighter than the ones overhead.

"Let me kiss you," Minho says, "please?"

You cave. Of course you do.

The first glide of his lips over yours has you weak in the knees. Something sinks in as he kisses you deeply. Under the streetlights, not surrounded by your familiar four walls like a long lost secret but out in the open where anyone can see, even though there's not a single soul around.

Again, tears well up behind your eyelids the same way they did that morning you woke up next to him for the first time. You don't know what it is, never felt this way around anyone except for him. It's akin to the feeling of finally coming home after being away for a long time, or at least that's what you think that's how it would feel.

You don't want to be caged in by the walls of your own making. You want to be seen, and you want to be seen by him. You're the remnants of snow and ice stuck between cracks in the sidewalk, and he is warmth. You're a mosaic of a daffodil garden caught in an endless winter, and he is spring. Minho is the brief but wonderful moment when cherry blossoms have yet to fall from their branches, but green leaves are already growing impatiently, resulting in the beautiful coexistence of pinks and greens if only just for a few days.

You let him kiss you until you're both out of breath, let him wrap his strong arms around your body and hold you like he could mend all of your broken pieces. Maybe he could. Maybe you'd like him to make you whole again.

When Minho pulls away, he doesn't stray very far. He puts enough distance between your faces so you can catch your breath. But even then, you have a hard time getting air back into your lungs. He's looking at you like he would pick the moon for you if you asked, like moving mountains is no more difficult than peeling tangerines for you whenever you get a craving.

The streetlights are dim, but the stars in his eyes are bright enough to tell you something that his words don't.

It hits you all at once, in a moment where even the wind is still, as if it's been reduced to a mere spectator, watching the two of you with bated breath on the sidelines. The tipping point can be something as simple as him asking - almost pleading - to kiss you goodnight with no ulterior motive, no other intention than because he wants to. As though it would kill him if he had to go another minute without kissing you.

You realize why he's the yellow to your sea of blues, why you're so happy every time you look at the bracelet on your wrist. You realize why you feel so safe around him, why he makes you experience emotions that no one else can. You realize why you don’t like hearing about Hana, or any other person in the same sentence as his name with the implication that he could be romantically involved with them.

You realize why you kissed him for the first time all those months ago, and it wasn't because you were sad and he just happened to be there and let you cry on his shoulder. The times that your friends would tell you how you and Minho would be perfect together - you wanted it to be true. You knew it was true - that he was someone you could love, the only person who's worth opening up to. You kissed him because you wanted to love him. You realize why it made you soar when he kissed you back, because you wanted him to love you too.

You realize why the thought of losing this friendship terrifies you. You realize why you asked him to stay that night after the party and the club, even though you had never allowed him to sleep over before. You realize why the other week you let him only kiss you and nothing else, and you realize why your heart is hammering in your chest this very second, why your knees are weak, why you can't really breathe here in the middle of an empty street under a moonless sky, just because he's looking at you as if it's not the sun that the earth revolves around but rather, it's a girl who has never learned how to say what she means.

You're good at leaving things alone; it's a skill that you've unintentionally mastered over the years. Nothing has to change if you let it remain the same. And yet, the one exception always seems to be Minho, and you're a mirror of yourself when you're with him. You like the version of you that only he's able to bring out, and he does it effortlessly every time. He pulls happiness out of you so easily that it's hard to ignore what you feel for him, hard to convince yourself that what you harbor for him is still only platonic affection.

It comes bubbling up to the surface without your permission. It strikes you the same way lightning splits open the whole sky on a cloudless night, abrupt and unmistakeable. Love isn't something that you've ever come close to, and you have always been an unbeliever when people answer "You just know," in response to "How do you know when it is love?"

Though as you stand right here, right now, you think maybe this is what love is supposed to look like, personified with starry eyes and shallow dimples when he smiles.

Before he leaves, Minho presses another sweet kiss to your cheek. You're still dazed by the dawning, overwhelmed by the recognition that you can only mutter a stupid "Bye," when he bids you good night.

As you watch him go, there's something else you realize, almost tragically, that you've always been a ruiner. You run away the moment shit starts getting too real, even if it means letting beautiful things slip through your fingers like running water.

Love just isn't something you've ever learned to hold.

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 15.04.2024]

[mysticmellowlove]

Thinking about a really tall (like 6’3-6’4) yandere who is like slender muscle and who gives off “Look at us the wrong way and I’ll snap your neck” vibes but in reality he is just a little thing for us. A big little thing. Like, he can lift almost anything and do anything but he just wants us to caress him and tell him what a pretty boy he is and how we love him. Sitting on his lap caressing his pretty face saying we’ll be together for eternity. He wants to be manhandled at the same time, spank him, tell him his mommy owns him and peg him. Use his thick long pretty pink cock however you please but just please touch and love him. Take him on walks and pet him and he should be ok.

note; the Aussie in me really comes out whenever i write mommy kink because i can't for the life of me type 'mummy' and not cringe, it's gotta be the American spelling lol

warnings; sub male, yandere male, reader is called mommy, no gender tho, mommy kink, small pet play,

The smell of freshly brewed coffee swarmed your senses as you took another sip from the cappuccino in front of you. At your side was your boyfriend of three months. The relationship was pretty new yet you had a feeling that he didn't share the same sentiment.

Ever since you had first gotten with him he was always a little too close, a little too clingy, a little too knowledgeable. You took it in stride though and made sure to enjoy the strangely attentive man.

"Hey, you're with Build Co?" Your head turned casually as you zoned back into the real world. Standing there was an older man accompanied by what looked to be the standard younger and way more attractive assistant.

"Sure am, shall we start?" You smiled at the two as you slowly pet the thigh of your boyfriend.

"You did so good today, I'm proud of you." You cooed as you languidly stroked his cock. The ministrations were repetitive, up and down like a pendulum. He sat with his legs draped over your lap, his hands holding him up as he pressed them into the bedsheets.

He was like a big puppy, sometimes he was naughty and like today sometimes he was good. You knew that taking him to one of your appointments would be a little shaky, there was something about other people that seemed to set him off. However, he didn't even glare at the gentleman you were designing a house for!

He deserved something good for his efforts.

"T-thank you mommy." He stuttered as he fought to keep his hips still, not wanting to take away his prize by being greedy. You knew all he wanted to do was thrust upwards into your hand, it seemed as if today he just wanted to be on his best behaviour. You cooed as you continued to jerk him, your other hand going to pinch at his sensitive nipples.

He stood tall and strong, muscular and intimidating and yet he had the most sensitive body. Flick his nipples and he was keening, brush over his underwear and he had tears in his eyes. Such a needy boy and yet it was only for you. That rush of dominance was like nothing else, that high of knowing he would only bend over for you. And bend over he did, he tried to tempt you all the time after all.

But now he was being a good boy and good boys deserve rewards. He already had his collar around his neck, the leather slightly biting into his skin just how he liked it and you knew that the butt plug inside him was pressing deliciously into his prostrate as he sat on his ass with his cock before you.

"Please, can I be inside you?" He whispered, his eyes directed down at his weeping cock instead of your eyes. So shy and pliant, always wanting what's best for you. A hum left your mouth as you pretended to think about it for a moment.

"Why not? You've been so good to me haven't you, it would be cruel to leave my little puppy high and dry right?" A snide grin rose to your lips as his eyes lit up, a light sheen of sweat made his skin glisten.

"Come on then, make sure to fuck me good puppy." You grinned as you gave his dick one more tug before shuffling his legs off of you. After a long day of work getting to spend the night with your overly needy boyfriend was like a dream come true. Even better if he had his cock deep inside you as tears streamed down his face.

"Of course mommy, I promise. Always."

[dapperrokyuu]

I personally do think that the music portion of Project Voltage shouldve been typing themed because not just because thats what the art did, but itd ascertain each song being unique and creative in terms of sound and message.

As neat as its been, I get the sense that every song is just going to say "Pokemon is and was cool, huh?" which is, like, "Yeah...thats why this collab exists. Can we talk about anything else-" Like, that message is fine and dandy as a one off song (e.g. Gotcha by Bump of Chicken; I definitely thought there was another MV before it but I cant find it so I guess that was my imagination, haha)! But for 18 songs in a row...its gonna get old, lol.

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I was gonna say Volt Tackle is the only one that says anything beyond "Pokemon is cool!" in a very classically Deco*27 fashion of making electricity/Volt Tackle/battling a love metaphor in general and Miku's pursuits in relationships, but that actually does Inubakumori a disservice since they also focus more on the experience of a being behind a screen trying to connect with the you beyond it (admittedly still need to ponder this a bit more, tbh) AND is genuinely the most unique in terms of OST choices.

MitchieM's music isnt really my thing in the first place, but it being composed of puns--while endearing--also feels like it doesnt say much else other than "Pokemon is cool, huh?" heavily depending on the Pokemon presence (tho Miku's design is real cute in it, hehe). With PinocchioP, as sentimental and heartfelt to the point it made me cry, it also conveyed pretty much the same thing (MV was most visually impressive to me tho; the little Miku's dressed as Pokemon, ahhh!!!).

Like, to an extent, I can accept the choice to not do a typing theme in favor of emphasizing each producer's style without restraint, but the kicker is using the same OST. Like, not only is the message going to be the same, Im kind of futilely hoping to see anything more than battle and Pokemon Center themes in the future songs! Its gonna be predictable and lose its luster, unfortunately!

I didnt even like Inabakumori's Electric Forecast that much at first because Im more into fast paced energetic music (Volt Tackle is probably my fave), but it ranks, stands out, and impresses me over the other two because it used SO MANY different themes, arguably probably the most out of all the released songs so far? Im being easily impressed because Electric Forecast used BURGH'S GYM THEME and the DIVING THEME and the Viridian Forest theme and the Kimono Girl's theme- Inabakumori is relatively new compared to the other 3 and they blew me away not because they somehow have more passion than the others but they...I guess, were experimental! Didnt play it safe! Actually took a deeper look into this 27 year old franchise's IMMENSE collection of music than just sticking to the basics! Not to say they DIDNT used the Pokemon Center theme or a battle theme, but they also did SO MUCH MORE than that in comparison to the others.

Theres was just so much opportunity in the typing theme, I dont think its too big of an ask considering, again, Pokemon's gigantic library of music. A town/route that had environments suitable for a specific type, a notable trainer who used a specific type, miscellaneous themes that give the vibe of a certain type, there was just so much they could do...!

I dunno, its incredibly too soon to be disappointed with this project, but Im just...airing out my feelings, I guess? Id love to be proven wrong, so looking forward to future releases! In the meantime, I point towards Polkadot Stingray's entry in the Pokemon Music Collective, "Ghost Dive," which I think is incredibly impressive and what I had in mind for Project Voltage if they committed to the typing theme. The way it incorporates the themes, the sound effects, the lyrics referring to Ghost-type/adjacent abilities, its also about someone who's a Ghost type fan, so it couldve been the best of all worlds...! And they didnt have to do that at all. Such a good job and banger, truly.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

hi!! i was wondering if i could get a jjk matchup if reqs are still open :)

im 18, straight female, i have black hair and brown eyes and im like 5’3 i think :P

im a pisces, i think infp?? idk i don’t really trust those quizzes though i feel like i’m always so biased when i’m answering the questions lol T-T i’m ambivert but when i’m with people im comfy with i tend to lean much more towards the extroverted side. im very very chatty and friendly (at least i like to think im friendly lmao) and i tend to ramble a lot (i beat myself up for it a ton cuz i cant stop myself from just rambling on and on even if it’s w someone i just met </3). i get especially chatty if it’s someone i’m attracted to i literally cannot stop the words from coming out it’s like a nervous response or something. but if i’m in an environment like at school or whatever where i don’t really know anyone i’m actually pretty quiet. im not shy at all tho :P

im really sensitive even though i try not to show it too much, and i hate confrontation. i stand up for myself/others if i need to but if the other person yells at me or catches an attitude i’ll probably cry abt it later. i cry a lot in general @_@

i think my biggest hobby is music, i love going to concerts and im almost always listening to music. i also really like shopping (so so painful for my wallet </3), and i like treating myself to nice things (by treating myself i mean all the time i have no restraint). taking care of myself makes me happy so i can’t help it hehe

in terms of love languages i really tend to do all of them LOL i’m just a very openly affectionate person but i especially like to give gifts. as much as i like to buy things for myself i also like to be able to treat my loved ones and i just can’t stop myself from buying them things</3 it’s like a small way to say ‘i’m thinking of you’

when it comes to receiving love languages though i think my biggest ones are words of affirmation/quality time just because i get in my head a lot so i need reassurance and stuff sometimes :P

im so so sorry if this was too much 😭 thank you so much though!! <3

(IT’S OKAY NO ASK IS TOO MUCH WORDS. Also you seem really cool!! I hope you enjoy this!!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- When you two first met, y’all instantly clicked with each other. You guys talk for hours and hours on end about everything.

- Doesn’t mind your rambling and when he finds out that you sometimes beat yourself up over it he’ll tell you that he for sure doesn’t mind at all (he’ll tell you while he’s poking your forehead)

- If someone gives you an attitude and he’s around he’ll step in and de-escalates the situation quickly with his playful attitude so you don’t have to.

- He’s really good at spending quality time with you. He also loves to buy you things. As long as he’s there, you don’t have to worry about going into debt.

- Will buy you front row tickets to your favorite concert.

- He’s the type to hold your hand and swing it above your head (did that even make sense at all??)

- If he’s feeling sentimental, he likes to watch you sleep while he’s tracing shapes gently on your face or any scars you have.

- He likes all the gifts you give him and will one-up you and buy you so much more to show his love.

Masterlist

[igarbagecannoteven]

megs!! hello!! good evening!! i want literally all of the things from your ask game so just imagine im copypasting all the emojis. tell me all the things!! love you so much missing you lots xoxo give the babygirl a kiss from me since she will never accept one from me anyway

bella!! hiya!! good evening!! (of the next evening but the sentiment still stands lol) love you so so much prilla and i miss you i will give her kisses for you 💙

🤘: so. you get the cursed song since you cannot cut ties from me now that we've signed a year-long lease :)) the song i've been looping all day is BOGOS BINTED by Ida Deerz ft Kaj Strife & 2a03fox which is. well. furry music (with a suicide ment tw for anyone who needs it) and i am not (that) ashamed to say it kinda slaps (you probs won't like it tho sdklfjsdlkjfsd) i mean the chorus is hella catchy! non-cursed song recs are Kid Fears by The Indigo Girls and The Wood Song also by The Indigo Girls (also Galileo which is also by them lol)

👀: okay this is a series of three fics but riverdale belongs to the gays by boos is a *very* good canon divergent (mostly bc it was written during like season 2 or something) exploration of both canon & non-canon events through the lens of the core four all being queer (with ace jughead!!) but if you'd like something (much) shorter there's The Real Suspension of Disbelief by punk_rock_yuppie which is jarchie with ace!jughead :))

🖇️: okay so this idea is actually inspired by a discussion topic from a philosophy class i took so it's a little weird and angsty BUT it's a sci-fi/dystopian au where people use teleportation devices like the ones in star trek and person a, who's used the teleportation device in the past, dies for unrelated reasons (maybe a hovercraft crash or a plague or something idk yet) and their significant other, person b, who's half-mad with grief, breaks into the records of the company who makes the teleportation devices and gets the data for the exact molecular make-up of person a and makes it materialize on one of the transport pads, "bringing them back to life". *however*this is a past version of person a since it's been a minute since they used teleportation (i haven't decided how long yet, at least a few months i think) and so they think they're going to, like, visit their mom or whatever but then they teleport into a scene where their bf's getting dragged away by security and it's x months/years later. cue the realization that a version of themselves actually died, blah blah blah, the question of do they have a soul comes up bc i'm me, etc etc, some other loved ones not accepting them as the "real" person a,,, it wouldn't really be a "they came back wrong" story but there would be elements of that bc regardless of how long it's been btwn the use of the teleportation device and their death, there will be memories that person b has that person a does not, and there's the classic identity crisis aspect and yeah. classic cheerful megs fic sdkljflkdsjklfjsdlkjf

😈: inspired by the job hunting process, my hashtag hot take of the day is that a job where you're handling people's financials and requires you to have a college degree should pay more than a cashier job at a upscale supermarket where a high school degree is preferred but not required 🙃

🧠: okay so uh. major spoilers for dungeons and daddies season 2 below the cut if anyone cares about that lol

so the latest episode of my favorite podcast (also the only one i listen to regularly but that's not relevant) they revealed that my favorite npc (grant wilson, son of a pc in s1 and dad of pc in s2) was transported to the titanic just b4 it hit the iceberg along with his fiance (it was either the night b4 their wedding or the day of) and that's where he found, rescued from death, and then adopted his son (lincoln, one of the player characters) and like. listen. this is The Podcast Of Wild Ass Rides(tm), after all it was only a couple arcs ago that the cast of family guy fought the fbi over who could attack the cast only for a giant flying dog to rescue the cast, brutally murdering family guy and the fbi in the process b4 flying the cast up to heaven's gates (longggg story lol), not to mention all the main characters getting married to survive the vacuum of space, HOWEVER. all of those buckwild things all had mostly reasonable explanations if you've listened to the whole show (the fbi trying to break into hell, goofs realm being a quasi-family guy reality with cursed standup, trying to rescue a half demon from the iss, that sort of thing) and the titanic is the first thing that seems to come completely out of left field. does this mean there's some great significance about the titanic that we just don't know yet??? is it supposed to tip us off to the fact that grant's husband knows more than it's seemed??? was it just to riff on the movie titanic??? who knows!!! anthony (the dm) what are you planning!!!

[i-never-even-wanted-to-be-here]

Chapter 119 spoilers

"As long as I could save the family, which I count Guren to, who brutally massacred our previous family-" Careful, kiddo. Your stupid is showing again.

So Yuu did hear. But he doesn't think he deserves a happy life. And he doesn't think he can have a happy life without Mika. So he feels sorry about not reciprocating the others' feelings? That's why he just looks sad here, right?

Mika however doesn't think he deserves to be with Yuu. And he acknowledges that Shinoa loves him as well so he tries to get them together. So he's being obnoxious about not wanting to stand between them and their potential future with each other. "Have kids" Come on, they're 16.

That sounds completely like a break up, even though they're not a couple. Mika also seems slighty salty about having been left behind, although he was the one to tell Yuu to flee?

I actually like that they fought. They're conflicted about their feelings. Yuu wants to die but he also wants to be with Mika. Mika wants Yuu to move on from him but he still loves him.

And even though they always wanna rub it in that Yuu is suicidal I think it's cool that he asks for appreciation and acknowledgment here. He needs it and it's realistic in this moment, I think. This little quarrel brought out some details about how they think. Sure, it didn't tell us anything totally new but small scenes to enhance their character traits and show their feelings are good. I've seen a lot of people saying it didn't have to be the whole chapter but I don't really mind. I like the emotional stuff. The tower was unnecessary tho, it just made it seem like an Eiffel tower date lol

I don't care about saving everyone at all but alright. I like that they know that they're still caught up in the trauma and aren't over it at all. The parallel that they wanna break out this time is a good one. And why does this in relation to the previous panels make it sound like he would rather die with Mika than have children with Shinoa lmao. He considers living without Mika as living on his own, despite still having the squad by his side. Btw the "let's think for ourselves for once" sentiment is a nice one but it feels like they said it 10 chapters ago already and since then they've still relied on Guren's fake guidance :/

[starfruit-baby]

Thank you for your answer on the Hank ask!

On that same vein, what about Connor? He's not like the other deviants, becoming sentient to him was still a process - and the entire time, he was working for the police. At what point did he start making his own decisions? How far back is he to be held accountable for what he did to the deviants he hunted?

I ask this because I just played the part where you interrogate the deviant from his first case with Hank, and I felt absolutely rotten about it. Even as I got the best ending where he goes back to his cell and Connor gets software instability. The aftermath to that android is to die, no matter the case.

its my pleasure!! tho i have to warn you, i just realised it has some inaccuracies because im very forgetful ;; i got Hank's backstory kinda mixed up, but most of my point still stands!!

for Connor, i really get the pain it is to go through with his mission lol it really hurts to see carlos ortiz's android's fate, but i think as far as it goes for Connor, i'd say he could be redeemed too if he deviates, though it doesn't erase his fuck ups either!! its a bit foggy, but i tend to pinpoint Connor's points of really getting a taste of agency being either at Bird's Nest, or the Eden Club. prioritising a life over results to his mission really are when things change for his sense of purpose (imo), but specially when he prioritises the life of the 'enemy' above the results. Rupert's life is almost accidentally spared, while the Tracis are actively let go of, and i feel like it means something. I could say Hank's life means something not only to a sentimental degree but to Connor's work, but it's hard to find an excuse for not stopping his active targets?

it would be nice if Connor could meet with all of them, but from seeing the scene of him apologising to Kara and Alice, along with his sad little brooding at the church scene, it's clear once he's finally broken out of his coding he's struck with guilt, and the weight of what he was made for. at the start all he knows is to make everything geared towards a success, no matter what the mission is and what it takes, but once he's deviated he really sees just what the missions really were. i know this is technically what Markus' choice between 'trust' 'dont trust' stands for, to judge if feeling the guilt is enough to pardon him, but i do believe he can redeem himself, and do so beyond going on a suicide mission where if he fails at least he died trying

[technodromes]

SAKI > 39. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? KRANG > 29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) SUB-PRIME > 33. Concept of home and family? (lol)

MUTANT TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE > 42. Hobbies?

Meme

Saki prefers meditation to recharge when he's feeling drained. If he's upset or agitated underneath his exhaustion tho, he spends time modelmaking first, Just fiddling around on some parts helps him put his mind on something else and keeps his hands busy. Eventually, he will go back to meditating once he calmed. If he's only mentally drained, he tends to train his body. Workout is another safe way for him usually to blow off steam. He either toughens his body or repeats specific techniques and moves from the Foot Clan. On very bad days, though? He'll just settle on top of a rather uncomfortable metal bench with pillows from his room to watch these dreadful Soap Opera shows with Krang. He usually ends up explaining to his alien comrade why the protagonists do what they do and how it's actually still nonsense. They'd also watch animal videos or cartoons together when they're both drained and under the weather, but that's a well-kept secret between them.

If you just set his laboratory aflame? Congratulations, you're in for a big terrible alien blob tantrum. He'll throw things around while he screams, screeches, and burbles all kinds of insults in both, his own native language and in English. He's gonna get angry and he's gonna get very loud. And he won't calm down until someone else promises to help him fix it all up again. If it was only his own fault, he'll still scream around angrily, maybe throw a chair or two against the walls, but his outburst isn't as bad and he usually calms down again himself. It's no fun to be just angry at himself with nowhere else to go with his frustration. However, he will at least try to blame his mistake on someone else if they're unfortunate enough to be around as well or just passing his room. Lines like 'that only happened because you distracted me' aren't uncommon. When there's no time for getting angry because something threatens to explode, he WILL proceed to do emergency fixes first though, and THEN he gets angry at whoever's to blame for it (or trying to blame someone else for it if it was his own mistake).

General Rule when it comes to Krang's personal tantrums: He'll calm down again and fix things up, just let him be dramatic first.

The only concept Sub-Prime has, if anything, is that having a family or being close to his relatives would be a hindrance to his job. He has no interest in forging deep bonds and loving sentiments while he's constantly on the frontline of conflicts. When he's deep within the enemy's line while working as a spy, the least he needs is someone close to him to get involved and put him into a sticky position. It's much easier for him to not let anyone close in the first place and he's actually perfectly fine with that, even embracing it. As far as home goes, it's not all too different from family. He is constantly housed in Technodromes or Spacecrafts, so he wouldn't have much spare time to maintain a home in Utrominon. His personal rooms within the battle fortresses and spaceships he resides in are his constantly moving homes where he gets to rest, and that's what his rooms are there for. He doesn't have any sentimental nicknack standing around to decorate them. There's usually only a working table, a couple of Utrom devices, and a docking station for his flyer where he usually sleeps or meditates inside while his flyer recharges as well. He never joins the other Kraang when they go to rest under Prime's orders. He's only resting in his room while staying always on standby.

AKA the ones I need to do more icons for and give more love to fbdbdf. Much in the spirit of the IDW comics here, Bebop & Rocksteady enjoy music. During day-offs, they're often playing punk music inside a currently unused factory. Krang has grown to actually enjoy it, so he's letting them have their fun. Saki is less happy about it, he's begrudgingly calling their music 'a lot of noise'. They're both walking music dictionaries actually. When it comes to music, they have vast knowledge to share despite being otherwise known for their pea brains. The love for music aside, they also enjoy comics and cartoons. When they're not in the mood to do music, they hog one of Krang's smaller screens to watch their favorite shows.

[neutrallyobsessed]

No me vi jojos y no entiendo eso de que los remolcadores sigue siendo conscientes (y parecidos a sus conductores)

Solo entendí que si me encuentro en medio de Human!Bluenose y Tug!Bluenose voy a empezar a llorar mientras me critican hasta los pecados a gritos

sisi jeje creo que ya es tiempo de explicar eso~~

pero lo voy a traducir/responder en ingles asi los gringos lo entienden... supongo que vos ya sabes ingles o si no ahi esta el google xdd

_________

"I didn't watch jojo and I don't get that of the tugboats still being conscious (along with their humans/conductors)

I only understood that if I ever find myself between Human!Bluenose and Tug!Bluenose I'll be crying while they scream/critize all of me and my sins"

yeah xd, I guess it's time to explain all of that~

ejemjemejem

'Cause you see, in Jojo's Bizarre Adventures:

(Part 3 onwards) there are these things called 'Stands', that basically are the soul/fighting spirit of whomever posses it and let me tell ya, a Stand can have any form, have any ability, have varying degrees of sentiability and anyone with strong enough willpower can have one...

For instance

This is Strength, and as far as we know... this is just a regular ship. It looks like a ship, it floats like a ship, it goes places through the sea like a ship... it's just a ship. BUT this is actually a Stand, and it user, Forever the orangutan (not relevant), can go through its walls and basically manipulate its interior; everything that is in the ship

And that is what the tugboats (and any other sentient vehicle in the show) are, the Stands of the humans in this AU~

Why Tho?

I like jojo.

Ok, the thing is that I really like them boats, and I really like the humanized versions I made for them and... and I kinda wanted them to exist at the same time......... and this is how I can make it happen

There are Stands that are sentient and can converse with their users, so the thing i wanted the most is covered. Stand users attract each other, so it's perfectly reasonable for anyone with a boat-type stand to meet at harbours by the sea or river + the magic of stands or something. I also like the names they all have and I don't want to change them, and in Jojo, a lot of characters have very wacky names so I can get away with keeping them :3. Though I realize that it might be a bit inconvient but that way of putting "human!/tug!" before the name is a perfectly fine to differentiate them so whatever

The tl;dr being that if I like the characters, why not have two of them~? Couldn't that be great? :D

...........................maybe not in this case xd, but everyone else it'd be great! :D

I've remembered that I also wanted to the tugs to be mind-controlled, since if I ever make an animatic recreating a scene where the tugboats are used, I feel like it'd be kinda weird if the characters had to go back to the wheelhouse to operate the ship as it should, especially if they are still speaking to each other, like it couldn't be realistic.

So I threw realism out the window altogheter.

AND for the tugs to have a mind of their own to go on their separate tug-related adventures separate from the humans, but still having those limitations... i have many ideas as you can see

Abilities beyond their Stands?

I've been thinking about it. After all, stands are not just punching ghost; some of them aren't even good for combat or beneficial at all; some of them just exist and that's it lol.

So i've been thinking... thinking of giving the humans an extra supernatural ability or handicap.... and maybe even name those abilities with the musical reference like in Jojo~ huehuehue this is getting interesting (but that'll take time, k?)

How about Thomas?

In T&F the deal is inverted. The engines are the users to a human form that is a Stand.

I don't have much more since I mostly work with TUGS, but it's the same sentiment. I want both sentient vehicles and humans to co-exist and interact

You know what else Jojo has?

CYBORGS!!!

in Part 2 it is shown that despite being set in the 30's, the technology for putting a fuckin machine gun on someone's torso exist, so by putting this au in the jojo universe I can keep Top Hat's neck gimmick and add any other techno knick knack i want :3.

Just... a fully human AU with nothing supernatural about it:

That'd be the Argentina!AU since its focus is to teach culture shock the gringos, and thus is more human-oriented

It'd probably be just lil comedy skits, 4-komas even, and the only difference is that it takes place in Puerto Madero and everyone speaks spanish (and a lot of swearing, also subs will be provided~)^^

TBA, ofc xd

In Conclusion:

If i like something, I'll add it. If it doesn't make much sense, it probably does in Jojo. It's pretty bizarre after all

[orcelito]

Me lamenting to myself how much i want to write angst as if chapter 32 isn't gonna b stuffed full of it. Like in its entirety. I just need to finish chapter 31 and I will be WINNING with the angst. Yet what I have left to write for 31 is not angst. So my brain is just like. "Not gonna bother 🙄"

[gradelstuff]

HALF-DRAGO CHOSE HIS HAIR TO BE THE COLOR RED?? 🥺

Also my hearttttt 😥

I CANT. I JUST. CANT.

HALF-DRAGO.. PLS HANG ON 😭😥

[ittosandwich]

! How they react when you admit that you have a crush on them !

Starring: Zhongli, Kazuha, Childe, Xiao, Itto, Kaeya

No set pronouns or gender it's literally genderless

It's kinda fluff lol

It COULD possibly be a little ooc sometimes tho pls dont kill me lol

Unedited

Zhongli

He is a little flustered but it's not a big deal to him

The Geo Archon has lived for so many centuries, it's not the first time someone has a crush on him and has the courage to admit to it

He actually likes you too but kind of not the same way you like him

He likes your passion for things but he doesn't necessarily see himself in a relationship with you

but after you told him that you like him he has developed a little habit of patting your head and sitting closer to you whenever you guys are together

Sometimes he will hold your hand when no one is around but only sometimes. It's not even real hand holding more like hands touching? Something in-between that

You are a little confused and your crush grows even more desperate but you are so happy about the little gestures. Very happy.

Xiao

The man is very confused. VERY confused

His reaction is mean and he definitely turned you down

You kept overthinking about the way he yelled and deprecated your feelings but you tried to get over it. Takes a lot to get over it tho.

The adepti is very good at ignoring you now.

After a while when you show up at Wangshu-Inn for the good food at a time where its not very common for him to be there you found him taking a seat on the stool opposite of you (he definitely waited for you)

He isn't looking at you and you are just blushing and can barely eat your food

After a while he will just do his typical "hmph" and just hiss out a "the food is good ha?"

You're choking on your food and he dares to look at you. Obviously worried if you're actually choking because what if you just randomly die because he said that??

He actually kept overthinking a lot since you told him about your feelings

You are really uncomfortable but you're even happier he even dared to accompany you. It must be good sign right?

Anyways he is willing to "discover" some feelings because he seriously likes you. He's very loyal and he would never turn you down if you ever need help. The cold person he is and the endless decades he had to go through lonely and full of hatred and anger really tire him. You admitting your feelings was really a change for his mental state. He actually thinks about different things. Like you.

After a while while of letting himself allow to feel thungs like you feel for him, He will even do things like holding your hand at some point or look at the stars from the big balcony of wangshu inn

Ends up being your cute and sentimental boyfriend sorry for spoiler (i am willing to do a whole post about xiao as boyfried btw in case anyone would want that js lol)

Kazuha

He blushes

He didn't expect you to admit something like that when you asked him to accompany you for a quick walk after you guys spent days on Beidous ship together traveling from one side of Teyvat to the other. You guys did this a few times afterall

He smiles and you're worried he will turn you down since he doesn't even say anything

He will just keep walking and leave you a few steps behind because you're not moving since you feel like you really really messed up the friendship of you two. Just this big drop of "oh shit" feeling in your stomach.

The white haired guy turns around to ask you why you're not moving since you guys left for a walk. Not a stand (sorry this was so bad😭😭)

After you moved towards him to continue the walk you catch him still smiling

Quickly after you feel his hand holding yours and he feels how confused but happy you are about that

Y'all find a bench just when you thought this "quick" walk became a little too long. You guys were just walking and holding hands. Not saying a word. Just smiling and maybe looking at each other quickly.Just you two in the nature of Liyue. Nobody is around. Actually very romantic.

He doesn't seem as nervous as you but oh boy he is.

That bench you guys just discovered in the middle of nowhere. He asks you to sit down with him and requests to actually keep this quick walk as a long one.

Now you two are just there. Your head resting on his shoulder and his head on yours, holding you hand tighter

At some point he asks you if you want to make it a thing. Like something committed or if you just wanted to admit your feelings.

He WILL be the best boyfriend you just know

Childe

Oh boy, is he making fun of you?

He laughs. But why???

He knows you are very straightforward but he never expected tp see you as flustered and flushed red as you are right now

He pats your head and leans down to look at your lowered head that you tried to hide from him because you're so embarrassed, his hand resting on your shoulder

He would ask why you're so embarrassed and leave out a quick chuckle, only making you even more flustered

He tried to reassure you by saying its alright and that he thinks you're actually cute too

You're not sure what that means..is he friendzoning you??? Is he turning you down??? Does he feel the same??? What does that even mean????

He REALLY enjoys seeing you like this.

"Why don't we spend some time together tonight? After I'm done with work for today you know" he requests, only leaving you in even more confusion

What does this mean??? Is he trying to sleep with you??

Literally no idea. He has no idea himself. He is surprised too. He knows he wouldn't use you for your body but he wants to collect his thoughts until the evening when you guys should meet and continue from there

He asks you to wait for him at Wanmin restaurant and of course you will

(What happens next? Even author doesn't know. I am open for for requests tho i wanna continue this LMAO)

Kaeya

This man is such a tease!!!!

He chuckles, only making you more insecure

You're not sure if Kaeya is a person of big feelings anyway but you still admitted to the feelings you have for him

Lowkey highkey he knew all along

The way you blush when he talks to you even if its a simple greeting or something has made it very obvious for him

He likes to walk you to your place when you and a few other people had a little after-work fun at the tavern. He would make sure not to get too drunk when he knew you'd join and usually you would anyway if you're free because your crush is there obviously

As tipsy as you are you would always look at him and listen to him talk and get absolutely mesmerized by the way his lips move and his hands gesticulate when he's talking. He will glimpse over to you a few times too making you feel all dizzy from not only the alcohol but also the butterflies

This night you're drunk from drinking too much and of course the gentleman he is he will walk you to your place

Just when you two reached your place your drunk self admitted it to him.

As mentioned he chuckles and and just leaves out a little "oh?" and has the most charming expression ever

He just asks you if you're sure?? It was really tiring for your drunk self so answer because it just slipped out of your mouth. With dedication but it did slip.

After confirming you're sure which he knew already he requests to continue you this conversation when you're sober

You're literally on the verge of tears now because you really don't just want him to leave and you're slowly realizing what you did

A little "please don't leave me like this now" leaves your lips as you lightly hold on to his sleeve

And a teasing "how do you want me to leave then?" follows from him with a smile

All you want is a little passionate kiss if you're honest but as drunk as you are you're still aware enough that you shouldn't say that aloud

He got it though

He leans down painfully slow and gives you a kiss on your cheek. Purposely so close to your mouth so your lips touch a little

"Is this alright? Can i leave you like this now? He asks TEASINGLY!! why is he such a tease T T

You're paralyzed because this was even better than the passionate kiss you were craving a minute ago

You slowly nod, not daring to look at him, your hand letting go of the fabric you were holding as he leaves with a smile and a chuckle

Itto

He sure is very surprised

The big oni is very very surprised

He scratches the back of his head and holds your hand again

Because when you admitted to him when no one was around you decided to hold both his hands

You guys were very touchy with each other in general so it wasn't very weird that you two held hands like this. You two are very close friends afterall

a nervous "heh" leaves his mouth as he isn't sure how to respond

You follow with a worried "what?"

He's even more nervous than you. He's always so confident and now he's so nervous. it's cute.

"I, eh, like you too actually, haha.." he then says

A confused "you do??" Follows from you

He confirms and laughs and continues by saying how nice this is

A few seconds pass without saying anything and he finally asks if you would want to be his girlfriend T T

You nod and stand up to kiss him

He was surprised at first but quickly closed his eyes returned the kiss

The gang members saw you two from afar and when you had a meal altogether that evening they obviously teased you guys with it

It was annoying at first but you two are obviously happy like this

A/N

Hey guys!! Just leaving this here!! I hope you'll like it. It took me hours to write this and I'm not super happy with it but i really wanted to post something nice T T

[aerltarg]

1, 3, 7, 14, 19 + asoiaf 👀 (go off queen 🔥)

1. What OTPs in your fandom do you just not get?

oh boi where to begin 😭

ok i really don't understand what's up w shipping your absolute fave w someone you don't like or straight up hate. bonus points if canonically these characters are not just indifferent to each other but hate the type like the other / is very dismissive towards the other. so you can't even get the love/hate spice from there lmfao, it's literally so bland and sad 😭 also the amount of twisting both characters need to endure to make this at least seem to work out!! what's the point even if in the end of such “ship” you get basically ocs w the names of canon characters?

and what's the point in such “shipping” if you only use the other one (literally the half of said pairing) to prop up your fave? does it really bring ppl joy to turn the whole fucking well-written character into someone else's accessory? relationship goals?? especially in cases when you just know they just have an agenda and want to hide another case of mischaracterizing of certain character.

literally who these ppl are lying to 😭 the funniest shit is that i can get the aggressive hetero shippers more than the ones who hide behind their faux activism shield. the first ones are at least not as hypocritical lmao

there also are some personal pet peeves of mine like smth from the kind of torturer x victim. tho funnily enough enjoyers of such problematic stuff more oft than not are actually very aware of this and are very chill. so while i don't ship this myself i am very cool w their shippers and don't feel any need to wage a holy war on them or smth lol. the same can't be said abt the certain crackshippers who feel the need to drag through dirt any possible “rival” to their *cough*very crack and very straight*cough* otp to “prove” the ~canonicity~ of the said ship. so in the end of the day i think the attitude of real ppl towards other real ppl matter more. i might not ship many things in this fandom and not get maybe as many but i am honestly so okay w them until they are self-aware and stay in their lane.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

in the fandom like this one? jfc of course 😭💀 it was mostly in the beginning though, now i know better and just don't hit follow button until i'm really, like 100% sure it's worth it lol. this fandom is the best in giving the trust issues i'm afraid

7. Is there anything you used to like but can't stand now?

i used to be a total stark stan and then a martell stan lmao 💀 yes, i confess my sins. back in these dark days when i was young and delusional i enjoyed stark/martell supremacy iirc. what i think of this now? embarrassing 😭 i mean i still have enough warm feelings for canon starks and martells, i've just become extremely allergic to the ~northern independence~ and ~revenge power fantasies~ and all this stuff. bless their unhinged fanbases for scaring me off so fast w their anti dany sentiments (whom i've always dearly loved) and f&b for turning me into complete targ stan lol

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

the distinction between two sides is truly hilarious. there are many different subfandoms ofc but generally it boils down to having certain opinions abt certain characters, the main ones and the ones fandom made more relevant than they canonically are. and these opinions are really so, SO opposite that's it's just killing me 😭 how can two ppl look at the same page and see two completely opposite things? when one person is like 97% right and the other is SO TOTALLY WRONG ZERO READING COMPREHENSION DETECTED LMFAO

imho, meta culture has done unrepairable damage there. you realize this when you see some random ppl using quotes from mf fanfiction as canon proof in a discussion abt canon having NO IDEA it's literally non-existent in the books. yeah, bc they had read somewhere on quora or reddit or tumblr some “analysis” and never once fact checked. you also realize this when you see some total, like absolutely ridiculous crack posted as serious (or in some really lost causes “almost canon”) “theory” and taken as such by other ppl simply bc it looked like a serious essay. ppl buy into this confident tone and quotes in between (but still don't check these quotes even if they don't remember them in canon since they're so blissfully naive abt the certain parts of the fandom that absolutely and shamelessly can change canon quotes just to spread their agenda lol), ppl see bnfs blogs getting asks abt even tiniest details and these bnfs answering oh so confident as if they were grrm himself abt smth that can't even be taken as analysis simply bc of the lack of canon material on the issue. they step on the territory of pure fanon and headcanons but never change the tone and some ppl take this bullshit for granted without blinking.

so yeah my unpopular opinion. for such serious, interesting and complex book series, asoiaf fandom is fucking dumb and deranged and, unfortunately, many really smart ppl have left leaving us w this lot that refuses to use their own brains and that prefers to read some biased “metas” online than actual books and the hypocrites who boost their egos in this dead fandom, freaking out every time anyone tries to challenge them.

special cry out for those who still make this fandom bearable aka content creators whose gifs, edits, arts, metas (i mean real honest metas, not whatever bullshit clown colleges are eager to reblog lmao). despite being paid dust from local pretentious bitches, who forget who is the real customer there all the time, you are still w us and thank you so much for keeping this fandom alive!!! once you leave we will have only satansas' hallucinations posed as smth canon related and unfunny lame jokes 😭

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

hypocrisy and double standards. they're literally everywhere lmfao, can't even count. also some really weird shit like harassing real life pocs over headcanons abt fanon pocs lolol, but that's a whole another conversation lmao. but most of all i hate the lack of basic human decency. some ppl there can doxx, gaslight, lie, go running like cockroaches caught in 4k doing this all but never once apologize to the ppl they harassed and lied abt and still be cool for some fandom places while others will be automatically cancelled for shipping the wrong ship or stanning the wrong character. bc apparently for asoiaf fandom opinions on fiction matter more than the treatment of very fucking real human beings 🤡 how glad am i for seeing which ppl have their priorities straight istg

play with me in the salty ask game!

[masonshine]

Would love to hear about your sidestep if you’d like to share 👀

Ahhhh of course!!! I always get tongue-tied when i get to talk about my OCs lmao but i’ll try to make this coherent.

My sidestep’s name is Roxane Becker. She’s was known for being Ortega’s sidekick, which she didn’t really think much of in the past but she hates it now when she thinks back to it (like most things in her past lbr lmao).

Now, as Retribution, she is seeking revenge and isn’t above hurting others if that’s what it takes for her to achieve her goal. She does try to keep civilians out of it tho and still tries not to kill, but again if that’s what it really takes then yeah she would go for it (though this sentiment does lessen the more times passes and the more she interacts with Ortega and the others, and she’s obviously aware of it and hates it).

Roxane is very resentful, angry, jealous and pretty hypocritical but she also actually has a quite empathetic and compassionate side to her, and she dislikes that she does because again that goes against everything she’s striving for. Sometimes Roxane questions her need for revenge. She realized that it’s THE thing that keeps her going, and while she does want to achieve her goal, she’s also afraid of what comes after it. Because once she gets what she’s been seeking, there’s no other reason for her to keep going. That scares her a lot, so she just tries not to think about it (which she obviously fails at at times).

Just like with all the other government officials, Roxane dislikes The Rangers and everything they represent. But at the same time, she’s also jealous and envious of them (which she hates herself for). She's like in a constant dilemma of wanting to get closer and rekindle her relationship with them, and just stay faaar away from them. She's the least close to Argent. Mostly because she doesn't know her as much as the others, and unlike Herald Argent isn't the most open or nice person out there lol But also because she's suspicious of her so she's trying to keep her distance. Still when as Retribution, she can't help it but take jabs at her and she enjoys fighting her lol As for Chen... well, they're slowly getting "closer" but there's still that bridge that's hard to overcome because of their past. Roxane also just knows that out of the Rangers, he'd be the least understanding of her (she thinks no one would be but Chen definitely would be last). They have such an awkward relationship tbh lol

As for romantic interests, she’s had a thing with Ortega (Ricardo) in the past and still does now. She always liked him, but funnily enough she just feels stronger for him now that she actually needs to hate him. She was great at separating her feelings from her goal at first. When wearing the Retribution suit, she could anything without feeling any guilt, but it’s gotten too hard to do now. Like, she beat the shit out of Ortega before but now she’s not so sure it would come as easy to her. She just feels too guilty, sad and heartbroken when she thinks about the possibility of that happening again, or just her deceiving him. Which is why she tries hard to lessen her interactions with him... but ofc she fails, not only because Ortega is pushy but also because she herself just can’t help it. In a way she’s actually glad Ortega doesn’t take a no for an answer, because at least she can at least use that as an excuse as to why she’s constantly seeing him...

Roxane also really likes Herald. She obviously didn’t at first, because again he reminds her of what she’s failed to achieve... what she could never become. But his caring and soft side just did it for her. She’s also helping training him because: 1- she feels guilty for beating him up and humiliating him 2- actually genuinely wants him to become better 3- deep down, she wants him to stand up to her if they ever fought again and to actually stop her (she’s wishing the same for Ortega, very very deep down).

I’m sorry this was a pretty long and messy af lol Thank you SO much for asking 💗 It's always nice to think and talk OCs 😊

[jacepens]

okay, so I was reading through some of your posts, and I definetly need to hear more about the "flirting-through-their-wives" thing tho...

yes yes indeed!

Thank you msrandomstuff! I shall do my best to provide:) <3

Let me start first with Lafayette's letter to Washington and this lovely little passage here: June 12-13, 1779. Laf to GW.

"Be so kind, My dear General, as to present My Best Respects to Your lady, and tell her how happy I would feel to present them Myself to her, at her own house—I have a Wife, My dear General, who is in love with you, and affection for you Seems to Me So well justified that I Can’t oppose Myself to that Sentiment of her’s—She Begs you would Receive her Compliments, and Make them acceptable to Mrs Washington—"

Now, this is just my biased speculations but- Lafayette says Adrienne (although should I take into consideration the extra playful nature here when he just names her as "a Wife"? Rather than my wife or Adrienne? Is it suspicious or regular Laf behavior? One could look at that and say, right or wrong, "a Wife" may not actually be Adrienne...if you catch my drift.) is very in love with Washington and Lafayette feels just as strongly as she does! But if we are flirting through our wives, let me add that my wife continues to compliment yours and actually, let me praise and compliment you twice, George. Because Laf did start this letter by expressing his concern for Washington's safety. Romance aside, I could see Lafayette playfully doubly begging George to keep himself safe and remember his Marquis loves him.

But it's Washington's response that really gets me, and it gets the little cogs in my head turning.

Sept 30, 1779. GW to Laf

"Tell her [Adrienne] (if you have not made a mistake, & offered your own love instead of hers to me) that I have a heart susceptable of the tenderest passion, & that it is already so strongly impressed with the most favourable ideas of her, that she must be cautious of putting loves torch to it; as you must be in fanning the flame. But here again methinks I hear you say, I am not apprehensive of danger—My wife is young—you are growing old & the atlantic is between you—All this is true, but know my good friend that no distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder, and that the Wonders of former ages may be revived in this—But alas! will you not remark that amidst all the wonders recorded in holy writ no instance can be produced where a young Woman from real inclination has prefered an old Man—This is so much against me that I shall not be able I fear to contest the prize with you—yet, under the encouragement you have given me I shall enter the list for so inestimable a jewell."

Washington has immediately caught Lafayette! hehe. (On a historian-rambly note, I just love how human and playful the line: if you have not made a mistake, and offered your own love instead of hers to me is) And it seems that Washington very enthusiastically receives Lafayette's double compliment! He even confesses to having a heart susceptible to the tenderest passion, you know, the only kind of passion Lafayette has for Washington. (It could be nothing. But. I find it interesting that it is passion, singular rather than passions, plural. I honestly read it as passions but nope...just one passion. Could be normal, might not be.)

But please please I need to talk about the second half. George continues to assure Laf (I mean his "wife"-) that he is so favorable of her (him) that he must be careful to...put love's torch to the flame of George's fondness. I actually find this part extra fascinating and while my first thought is, how cute!! I can't help but read into it the longer I look at it.

So, hear me out. George is afraid of falling in love with Lafayette or vice versa or naming what they share as love love. Again, this is more heavy speculation and just one way to read it, but this sentence just really stands out to me.

But, it sounds like this is a conversation they've had before, so often in fact, that George knows exactly what Lafayette would say in response. Lafayette does not mind the danger. Mind the danger. (not apprehensive of the danger) Do you- do you see what I see? (what's more dangerous than being in love love with a man?) But but then I hear some sadness from George. There can be no real danger when they are separated by the ocean and even their age? A fire cannot burn them down from such distance. (Now I'm just talking...)

But no fear!:) We will be reunited, (I'm having an epiphany, Laf was anxious of George at the beginning of his first letter. That's probably a giant leap to make but I'm making it anyway lol). Ps can someone smarter than me tell me what the Wonder of former ages is? xD I can take some guesses, but I'm not too sure. Maybe it's nothing fancy at all.

But but please. The way it ends. George seems to go a little back and forth between sad, self-deprecating and hopeful and loving, but he ends on the cute cuuuute fact that Lafayette encourages his pursuit and love:) George will enter the list so the inestimable jewel of Lafayette's..."wife". (Lafayette)

Cute. Too cute. Am I digging too far into things that have no meaning? Perhaps. Is this still just...flirting with each other through their wives? (platonic or romantic) Yes oh my god yes.

But I'm not done. (Same letter from GW to Laf)

"It only remains for me now, to beg the favour of you to present my respectful compliments to your (but have I not a right, as you say she has made a tender of her love to me—to call her my) amiable & lovely Marchioness—& to assure you that with every sentiment of the most perfect regard, & personal attachmt I have the honr to be My Dear Marquis Yr Most Obedt & affect. Servt"

Please. please. Pleeease. Come oonnnnn. The emphasis on "your" (I checked Laf's full letter that he wrote the above passage in. He never once calls Adrienne "my" just, "a wife". Technically, "a Wife" could be anyone. I rest my case. (or it could be the differences in French and English for all I know. I don't know French, but I'm assuming Laf knows the difference between a and my at this point. Maybe a bold assumption, maybe not.)) only to very cheekily add again, George caught Laf's double compliments of him through his wife. George knows he's writing this to (my) Lafayette. And then of course, he calls Lafayette My (My!!) Dear Marquis (no abbreviations this time here folks). Obviously, I know George calling Laf My Dear Marquis is nothing out of the ordinary, but in this context, it seems worth nothing, does it not?

And. This quote still keeps me up at night. It's not a full flirting-through-wives, but what does it meeean?

From Laf to GW. 5-10 January 1779. (Right before Laf left for France during the war, same year as those letters above)

"I hope you will quietly enjoy the pleasure of being with Mrs Washington, without any disturbance from the ennemy till I join you again;"

I could again spend way too much time looking at all the different angles of this. It- it's just the "till I join you again" that really gets me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this?? I hope it was sensible, but really, thank you so so much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this. I feel like there are still so many different ways this could be interpreted and if I had more time, I would love to find the photocopies of these letters to potentially analyze even what was crossed out or what looked rewritten vs very natural and not edited. (Washington claimed he didn't edit his letter much, but how true is that I wonder? lol)

Also, not that I think you would, but don't take anything I've said as fact except for the quotes themselves:) Like I said, this is all my (biased) speculations and interpretations but it's honestly not built on a lot of background on how they communicated with other people. (Again, if I had more time, I'd love to see if I could find if these things were standard for them to say or rare).

But really, on an aside, can historians stop assuming everyone as straight? I want lgbtq+ until proven differently xD. Because when you think about it, the lgbt spectrum is a vast number of identities and straight is just one. (Not that people who aren't alive to label themselves should officially have modern labels put on them, but in that same thought, why then call them all straight?)

Ok ok you've listened to me talk enough.

Thank you!! <3 I hope this satisfies:) (ps anyone is free to add to this)