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doodles i forgot to post here take them take them
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#helluva boss#blitzø#fizzarolli#blitzfizz#its not strictly romantic or platonic#lilith morningstar
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fake ass queers you dont even WANT to rearrange the traditional understanding of relationships
#'anyone seeing this dynamic as romantic is boring actually. heres all the ways it cld be platonic. something completely & utterly separate.'#like maybe the lines between platonic and romantic arent real. maybe having the different ways we love someone separated into#neat categories is actually NOT a natural phenomenon. maybe lines are blurred and two things can be true at once and love is just love.#maybe looking at someone like you want to kiss then tenderly and also jump their bones isnt romantic. maybe its not strictly platonic.#maybe those things arent real#'platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones!' do you lose platonic connection the second you have a romantic relationship#when does that happen. do you say lets start dating and immediately lose all history of friendship like flipping a switch.#anyway.#i <3 leaving essays in my tags. dont u love my annoying tag obsession. u dooo u think im soo sexy for putting my entire post in my tags !!!#nyxi cant stfu
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why do I keep getting insane tenrose shippers on my dashboard. like. do what you want I don't care but I don't get just normal post I get like specific posts where people are obsessed with seeing tenrose as romantic and nothing else and. it's so annoying. ofc it's not my place so I just block and keep scrolling but why is tumblr showing me this
#It's just a different perception of the show so its not like i hate those people#it's just that...its so far away from my view of it that i keep wondering why am i seeing this. we clearly don't agree#for context i see tenrose and ninerose as strictly platonic besties and found the romantic subplot not only unnecessary but also??#doesn't make any sense to me in the slightest#I didn't see any romantic hint until the first season finale like for me that was so sudden and weird 😭#anyway anyone can ship what they want this is just my opinion ofc#i was about to say something else but. im gonna shut up cause people would kill me on the spot#platonic tenrose/ninerose save me from the unnecessary romance#😭😭😭#doctor who
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roughing out ideas for a "goth/punk chick" disguise that peepers wears so he isn't shot on sight by Dominator lol
#woy#dominion au#commander peepers#ultravioart#I think the upper right gets at a more neutral design which i like#probably different shoes tho idk#my art#rough concepts are rough concepts#dressing up as a cheerleader worked on hater so dressing up as a punk girl should work on dominator right? right????#Dominator can tell something is off with this 'cherry bomb' chick but she thinks its hilarious so she goes along with it#when she learns it's not just any watchdog but PEEPERS she nearly looses it#I can't decide if dee would be angry or burst out laughing at the cartoonishly pathetic attempt to impress her#because what the fuck dude lol#who does that#(Peepers does. he's desperate enough.)#(And not in a romantic way he's desperate to save the galaxy/hater from dominator's wrath)#(malewifeing his way into her friendzone and taking her down from the inside so maybe she doesn't obliterate everything.)#(and okay maybe it's a little payback on Hater for choosing Wander and good guy nonsense over Peepers and the path of evil)#but yeah dom and peepers are strictly platonic and are the WLW / MLM solidarity we deserve#lmafo#'The gal pals' more like THE MAL PALS#hehehoho
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remembering that one dude who was like "buddy daddies is wholesome why make everything gay!!!" Well FUCK you- Kazurei is PURE. Kazurei is purely filled with love. Kazurei is about change, about learning to love again, about finally finding a comfort space after wandering for years, lost. Kazurei is thematically centered around healing and wanting to build a warm loving family beyond the harsh cruel world they are (forced to be) in. Kazurei is tragically beautiful, yet filled with love.
#buddy daddies#kazurei#kazuki kurusu#rei suwa#IM SORRY IGNORE MEEEEEE i keep on remembering this one argument and it made me pause#this applies to either romantic or platonic btw#either way dude sounded homophobic like ngl#even if its not his intention but the way he referred to them was so Weird#so yeah#they kiss#it is literally 2 am this is the last thing i should be focusing on#also what is with (cishet) people's weird expectations of what mlm is.#purely relying on a strictly sexualized perspective to go like 'not everythinf has to be gay'
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sorry if this is in bad taste but the wording of your last post makes it seem like someone thought u and quirkle were both link irl and were upset at the idea of two real life people dating which is hysterical to me
anon you quite literally hit the nail on the head. they saw me go by legend, saw me call quirks my partner, and called our Real Life Relationship ( that is ENTIRELY Platonic by the way !!!! ) linkcest. it blew my fucking mind.
its hysterical tho ur right. moving from the fact quirks and i arent even Dating nor are we romantic and therefor cant be considered linkcest by default, can you imagine their reaction to my two partners that i Do kiss gayly? my boyfriend and my partner that i Do kiss ??? woof . they called the wrong relationship i have linkcest if they want to be loud and weird about me being Gay and kissing someone behind a dennys
#dont project your worry of me and my partners having gay sex into my dms#esp when 'qpr' literally has platonic in the name#at least wait to complain about it when i mention my Actual partners who i DO kiss gayly behind the dennys alrigh#ask#anonymous#waggles my fingers hi anon this is The funniest thing thats happened to me in ages#youre right cos its Hysterical#my main issue here is that they saw me call jay my partner and decided the relationship was non-platonic enough to call it linkcest????#like#linkcest implies two things:#one !! that we are both link irl and two !! we are Making Out Gayly And Definitely Not As Friends behind the dennys at ass-o'clock at night#quirks and i do Not kiss kiss fall in love behind a fucking dennys . we are entirely non-romantic partners .#queer !! -> Platonic <- !! partners#them bein upset tht two real life ppl r dating is so funny#quirks and i arent dating we are strictly platonic buddies but my boyfriend and partner are .#and dw !! ur ask isnt in bad taste#thank ya for the worry tho :)
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i understand the urge to use quackbur instead of tntduo bc people in this fandom love distinguishing platonic names from ship names but 1. thats not a thing in other fandoms 2. quackbur sounds more like you're shipping the ccs than the characters so i hate it for that reason 3. its just lame and tntduo was already the prevailing ship name who cares
#bell.txt#like no matter how much ive seen it it makes me think its cc shipping and i hate it#also for a duo that is /r in canon and pretty much always has involved flirting and romantic tension i dont understand it#you cant distinguish the romantic from the platonic#which is also why i think most /p /r shit is lame and stupid anyway#people can be friends (or insane political and business rivals) with romantic/sexual tension. that is very much a thing#trying to strictly differentiate feels gross and regressive#i dont know why im even talking about this its 4:30am on my birthday what does any of this matter
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Top Ten Underrated RGG Couple Dynamics?
im not doing ten (it'll be close) but anyway here's groups of pairs im surprised don't have more than 50 fics on Ao3
saejima
kido
baba
shinada
milky-chan
takasugi
akiyama
tanimura
kiryu
arai
kiryu
date
#snap chats#theres definitely more im forgetting but i aint tryna think on this too long i gotta get ready#like if we're talking STRICTLY romantic couples then Up Above are the ones off the top of my head#tho there are a lot of friendships/non-romantic relationships i wish got explored more too#like saejima/kiryu | shinada/akiyama | kiryu/yuya#i mean those COULD be romantic if you want but imo i see them more platonic#i also like akiyama/ryuji lowkey but eeeh im kinda putting more-obvious and 'canonical' ones for now#daigo and kiryu's father/son relationship also isnt really appreciated enough#like we acknowledge it and we make fun of kiryu for being a shit dad but like#we dont /appreciate/ it yk what i mean cause kiryu- even if he sucks dick- does try and evidently cares about daigo#and its obvious kiryu had a HUGE impact on daigo's character and ideology
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JP fgo’s valentine story event this year,,,
#fgo#fate grand order#ITS GOOD#ITS REALLY GOOD#i just think that we as a society need more valentine/love stories where the focus is on self-love and self-realization#and how the bonds and memories we make with others define us#came in fearfully expecting another gag event BUT THIS TURNED OUT TO BE SO GENUINE AND SWEET???#anyways-#if Johanna has one million fans I’m one of them if she has 5 fans I’m one of th-#slight edit: I’m also grateful that Johanna’s relationship w/ guda is strictly platonic#like explicitly stated in text to be platonic#was my number one fear they’d make her romantically interested in guda#but their friendship was wonderful#see fgo you can do it if you try /sarcasm
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Mist Mixing - the E'liyai Foá
Kissing on the lips in Misterian culture was not only sacred, but also dangerous - an act which was often the culmination of many months, if not years, of frequent proximity. This was, of course, due to Mist - when inhaled directly, at its highest concentration, the effects can be much more significant. For example, being present in a room filled with Kumo's Mist can induce sleep but not instantaneously - but, if he were to breathe directly into your airways, the effect would be comparable to popculture chloroform.* That is, instant loss of consciousness - due to both chemical and magical reasons.
Misterians did develop tolerance to one another's Mist, however it required time. "Mist mixing" in kissing was seen as the ultimate gesture of bonding - combining the breath of one's soul, and its melody, with that of another's. It was known in Misterian as "E'liyai foá" and was performed in romantic and platonic "bonding-for-life" personal rituals.
Taking into oneself the songs of those who influenced one's life the most - and, in religious belief, carrying some of their Mist within oneself til death.
#*popculture chloroform since irl it really doesn't work that way haha. still bad for you but it would take much longer than a few seconds#and you'd feel nauseous first before consciousness started failing#(it was discontuned due to its higher likelihood of causing respiratory failure/cardiac arrhythmias)#anyway#[[headcanon#e'liyai foá#hmmm..#makes Kiri giving Kumo his Mist all the more symbolic#It was a type of foá for them. which is again not to be seen as strictly romantic! it can be performed perfectly platonically in Misterian#in fact close relatives were some of the first people one would do this with due to the mutual built-up tolerance#ensuring families did not poison themselves#Though this ritual was.. limited for Green Mists. too much risk
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;R1999 PAVIA - Love Languages (receiving)
Headcanons and analysis on Pavia's love languages and the way he likes to receive affection. A continuation of this post.
before anyone accuses me of favoritism because all three re1999 posts I have are for Pavia - why yes, he's my fave lil guy and I'm glad the previous posts were so well received by other Pavia fans <3
anyway, here's the second part! as usual, my askbox is open for requests!
I do recommend reading the first post linked above, since it goes into how Pavia is perceived by others and how he plays into certain aspects when its convenient for him, among other things. That detail is important, as it applies to this post too - there is a noticeable contrast between the way Pavia acts and the way he feels, within the context of receiving and asking for attention.
This time, there is no third party that validates and enables his shenanigans, no "other" to use as an excuse for his behaviour. And so, it's more of an internal conflict. For Pavia, asking for affection is different than receiving it without having to prod anyone for it - the latter puts him in a much more vulnerable and uncomfortable position.
Due to his line of work, lifestyle and background, Pavia has grown used to simply taking what wants, he isn't shy when it comes to asking for things either, there's that cocky confidence that paints him as an entitled and brash person. But I'd argue that Pavia, more than anyone, knows that to have this sort of power one has to earn it first. Otherwise, he'd be all bark and no bite. When he asks for affection, it's direct - he'll tell you to praise him for whatever mission he might've succesfully completed, he playfully complains about "being the one that does everything around here" and nags you until you comply.
And this is when you realize, it's not affection that he's asking for, it's attention.
And we could talk about how attention is part of showing affection: one must be attentive to their loved ones to know how they'd like to be cherished. But in Pavia's case, it's more of an association he's made in his mind. This stems from the neglect he suffered as a child - shallow attention in any form, positive or negative, is good (as long as he's actively seeking for it). To be seen and recognized is a privilege, and there must be something unique about you that makes others want to acknowledge you, easy.
I mentioned in the previous post that Pavia would struggle with the idea of caring about someone other than himself without any ulterior motives, it also applies on reverse - he struggles with the idea of someone caring about him without wanting something in return. In my other post where I analyze him more in-depth as a character (I'm so sorry that it feels like there's reqUIRED READINGS FOR PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND MY PAVIA POSTS NOW) I tackle the fact that Pavia does not have some deep seated loneliness that makes him yearn for genuine human contact nor for someone to show him the common ways that people show they care for each other. That his lifestyle has led him to a total rejection of the world and society that failed him. All of this still applies.
Pavia operates by distancing himself as much as possible from conventional society and its norms - this includes affection. When he tells you to praise him for a job well done, it's because he's fine with the superficial and fleeting moment of attention. When his company is used as punishment, he loves knowing that his existence cannot be ignored because of how much others dislike him. Because all of this earns him a moment of enjoyment that also enforces his place outside of conventional society.
This is a lot of text to say that Pavia is a person who can only handle being appreciated from a distance, basically. And it shows when receiving affection entirely unprompted. To continue drawing parallels to him and wolves, you need to earn his trust for that sort of interaction, you need to be part of the pack instead of drag him into what he perceives to be "shitty, boring society". And you'll know you've done so when he shows you, through actions and not superficial words, that he gives the smallest of shits about you.
Okay, with that out of the way, here are Pavia's love languages.
Giving: Quality Time, Gifts
Receiving: Quality Time, Physical Touch
[Quality Time]
Just like before, quality time is used loosely and it matches the explanation in the previous post perfectly: he shows affection to those he trusts by lingering and orbiting around them, inserting himself into their lives and routines, and having the privilege to come and go and know that he'll be welcomed back with open arms.
In the context of receiving, it's the same. Pavia enjoys knowing that those he trusts feel comfortable enough to seek him out casually, that they'll offer their own time to spend it with him. You have the privilege to come and go as you like because you're part of the pack.
The difference is that, when showing affection through quality time, Pavia tends to take a more active role by entirely messing up your schedule and leading you into all sorts of shenanigans - with the very scarce days in which he simply trails after you. There's nothing that brings two people closer than running from the cops together, after all! But when receiving affection through quality time, he's noticeably more passive. If you happen to show up during downtime, you'll be privy to the mess that is his home and he'll leave you to your own devices (just don't touch his collections and you'll be fine).
Snoop around to your heart's content, it's fine. Because you're part of his little family, he sees nothing wrong with you walking around as if you owned the place. To Pavia, you might as well just live there, and he'll give you a spare key if you ever want to hang out, even while he's not present. As far as he's concerned, this is your home too.
The only thing you'll have to learn is the many different spots that are already taken by the pack. You'll know which ones are Andrea's by the permanent slobber and drool coating the pillows and couches, and you'll know where Pavia tends to sit and spend his time, because none of the wolves ever approach his spots without his permission. Of course, this is Pavia and his pack we're talking about - they break their own rules as often as they enforce them, so one day you might encounter a very territorial Maleficent, only to see everyone huddled up together on Pavia's bed the next day, with him buried in a pile of dark, fluffy shadows. It's all about picking up on the general vibe. These guys just love parallel play.
But when I say that you might as well just live there, I mean it. You could show up one day with your own bedframe, drag it over to one of the unused rooms, claim it as your own and no one will raise an eyebrow. If else, Pavia will be in extremely high spirits, praising your initiative and insisting that now that you live here, you can absolutely take over dish cleaning duty.
Aside from that, you also get the privilege of bothering him during work, if you have the guts to do so. Pavia might tell you to fuck off or brush you off from time to time, but by now you're fully aware that that you can stay - as long as you don't become an active obstacle. Of course, there'll be consequences if his superiors or coworkers find out, but everyone also knows better than to try and negotiate with Pavia. He really couldn't care less, however, because having you involved with the mafia means having someone that he can actually tolerate.
And in a more traditional description of quality time, Pavia actually enjoys surprise outings and dates - whether it's a fancy dinner at some expensive restaurant or you coming up to him one night because you need his help in disposing a body. Once he's fine with having you take the lead and be the one dragging him blind into shenanigans instead, that's when you'll know Pavia fully trusts you.
[Physical Touch]
I want to stress the fact that Pavia is very casual with physical touch with everyone around him, on the basis that he loves making people squirm in fear whenever he invades their personal bubbles. The contrast of his intimidating and murderous ways, with him casually patting his targets on the back or acting all chummy with them, has proven to be a great torture method for those faint of heart.
He's friendly and casual to get what he wants, it's as easy as that. It could be getting someone on his good side or sending a message. A very subtle, threatening message. But it's noticeable nonetheless! That predatory grin of his often gives him away, it's also obvious in the tone of his voice.
However, being the one on the receiving end yields mixed results, depending on the time and context of the situation. But it's safe to assume that, most of the time, Pavia is a hypocrite and thus territorial of his own personal space. It doesn't matter if he's in the middle of an important meeting with other influential families in Sicily, if someone does as much as rest a hand on his shoulder, Pavia will bare his teeth and tell them to fuck off.
People he tolerates can get away with minor things, like wrapping an arm around his shoulders, playfully nudging him, and so on - within his limits, of course. But those he trusts? They get a pass for pretty much whatever.
I wouldn't say that Pavia is touchstarved, but he absolutely acts more similarly to a dog in this regard. Again, he enjoys the casualness of it all, the confidence his loved ones display when they simply walk up to him and hold his hand or sit on his lap, all of this stemming from the fact that there's mutual trust and thus, it's just normal behaviour for them to engage in. That's the part he enjoys about receiving affection through physical touch. The same way he pets the wolves of the pack, you can do that to him as well by ruffling his hair, scratching under his chin and so on. You can just lay down on his lap when he's sitting down to chill, tug and cling onto his shirt when walking, link arms or hold hands, shove your cold clammy hands into his shirt. Literally, free real estate. There are little to no boundaries when it comes to being part of the pack (on account of it being some sort of a hivemind, since he DOES control the wolves), so in the scarce moments when he might have an issue, it's as easy as kicking you off and laughing about it.
Physical touch might not be one of his preferred love languages to give and show, but Pavia does reciprocate sometimes. More often than not, he's known for biting - not enough to hurt, unless you piss him off or he wants to annoy you, just a nip here and there, anywhere he can access. Biting and headbutting are pretty much Pavia's version of hugs and kisses.
And now, as a closing point, I'd say that this is when Pavia's aggressive reluctance to be part of conventional society are more obvious, when his own perception as to what is normal is put under the spotlight - he's fine with any sort of physical contact from those he trusts, as long as they don't ever perceive these casual, caring touches and displays of affection (as unorthodox as they may be) as concepts from conventional society. Like, a monogamous or maybe an open relationship. A friends with benefits situation. A friendship between two affectionate people. A familial bond of two people who are like siblings. Whatever.
Pavia is intense, and he's often the one pushing the line between what's acceptable and what isn't when it comes to your boundaries, but in the end? He's the one waiting to learn what's okay and what isn't, because he knows his own limits and isn't afraid of enforcing them, but he doesn't know yours.
You could literally start walking around naked around the house and Pavia wouldn't give a single fuck about it, wouldn't even question it - you do you, he's fine with that. Now he knows he can do that too if he feels like it. You could drag a dead body through his doorstep and he'd ask where you'd like to bury it or if you brought it back because you feel like committing cannibalism that night, while reminding you to not get his new shirt dirty or he'll beat your ass. He doesn't care, doesn't shy away from it. You can tell him to never touch you, and he'll do his best. You can make out with him just for fun, with no changes whatsoever to the dynamic you have. You could bite off a chunk of him or try to kill him just to see if you can. You could tell him your deepest secrets one night or never share a single detail about your past. Who cares. As long as this mutual trust is there, it's fine.
But the second you put a name or try to label this bond you two share? To try and categorize it into something that's neat and perfect and convenient for society to understand? That's where Pavia draws the line, the only way he could possibly feel betrayed.
Which loops back to Pavia being someone who can only be loved at a distance, because not many are willing nor ready to become part of a relationship that's impossible to explain. It's either all or nothing with him!
#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#r1999#reverse 1999 x reader#r1999 headcanons#reverse 1999 pavia#headcanons#pavia#these posts are written to be read vaguely as in. its not strictly romantic nor platonic. these interactions can be whatever you want#especially with that part at the end#i just really love unconventional relationships that are so messy and blurry and inexplicable#and i feel those line up well with a character like pavia. who is such an unconventional guy#you could look at him in the eye and say that youre using him for whatever. but if theres that trust and bond there? hes fine#he can call you a shithead and you two can be openly hostile and violent with each other. but if theres that trust. its fine#he'd still priotize you over everyone#when i talked about the loss of humanity I MEANT IT
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under every sadie and arthur edit on tiktok you'll see 2 kinds of comments:
a) people saying they are the best couple and should have ended up together
b) people who say they have the best siblings dynamic ever
it's so funny to me (and, hopefully, those few people who share my opinion), who sees them as platonic soulmates, but also, friends. not 'haha, siblings!' friends, but also not 'open to catching romantic feelings' friends, no. 'best of friends, partners in crime' friends type of beat
#i used the word 'friends' in this post so much it almost lost its meaning#but yeah. i am a firm believer that a boy and a girl (a man and a woman)#can be platonic friends with absolutely NO romantic undertones#but also without having a sibling-like relationship#bc JESUS!! there's so much more to people's love than just strictly romantic and strictly siblings!!#sometimes people are friends!! platonic friends who love each other just so fucking much!!#rdr2#rdr#red dead redemption 2#sadie adler#arthur morgan#i will always defend platonic friendships between men and women#deal with it or join me
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agora hills.
pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader.
song inspiration: agora hills by doja cat.
author's note: as always, this unhinged fic idea started in chlo and i's endless chats about these pesky men. enzo has a special place in my heart because he's so golden retriever sunshine (don't be fooled by that face though he's filthy).
Enzo Berkshire was your best friend.
Despite what your friends seemed to think, the relationship between you two had always been strictly platonic. Perhaps it was easy to misinterpret your actions as romantic. After all, you and Enzo were very touchy and affectionate people. It was typical of you two to hold hands in the halls, cuddle in the common room, and even share the occasional cheek or forehead kiss, which you deemed completely normal. This type of behavior has been the standard since you were eleven years old.
Still, you weren’t blind. You knew your best friend was attractive. Enzo had always been handsome in your eyes, but then fourth year rolled around and everyone else started to notice it too. To be fair, he had grown at least a foot over the summer and quidditch definitely helped him pack on lean muscle. Needless to say, girls flocked to him like a swarm of bees to honey, but he never really seemed interested in any of them. Not that you were paying attention. It was a natural thing to notice when you spent every waking moment with someone.
The point of the matter was that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for Enzo whatsoever. Or so you thought. Until the bloody dream that flipped your friendship on its head.
It was a normal day. You and Enzo were studying in your dorm like you usually did after class. Enzo was sprawled out on the rug scribbling away for his assignment on Ancient Runes. You were on your bed reading up on History of Magic. You knew you should be focusing since there would be a test tomorrow, but the chapter was boring and you were absolutely knackered from attending classes all day.
Before you knew it, you were fully knocked out. A part of you was aware that you were dreaming, but the surreality of it blurred the lines of reality.
In your dreams, you were still in your room studying with Enzo. Except your best friend was no longer hunched over his homework on your rug. Now Enzo was standing at the edge of your bed, blocking out the afternoon sun. You stared up in confusion as he took the book from your hands.
“Enz? What are you doing?”
Enzo stared intently at you, his soft hazel eyes flickering down to your lips. It was a little like being hit with a beam of sunshine. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip.
“I want to try something.”
You held your breath as Enzo leaned over. The bed dipped from his weight as you sat frozen in place. He rubbed soothing circles along your wrist, causing you to melt into his touch. It was a familiar sensation, one that always calmed you down but right at that moment, you felt anything but. The beat of your heart echoed so loudly that you were sure he could hear it.
Enzo leaned in close, his face mere inches away from yours. He stroked your cheek gently. “I want to kiss you,” he murmured, the low whisper of his voice conjuring goosebumps along your arms. “Can I?”
You blinked, swallowing thickly. He was so close that you could smell the woodsy smell of his cologne, combined with a hint of fresh laundry and citrus.
“Yes,” you responded breathily.
Before you could think better of it, Enzo was kissing you. It was soft and sweet, his kisses gentle while he tested the waters. The quick little pecks soon evolved into deeper kisses as your body responded to his touch. Your hands moved outside of your own volition, fingers tangling in Enzo’s hair as you pulled him closer. He groaned and tilted your head back for a better angle, your bodies pressed close together and radiating heat underneath your clothes.
Enzo scooted back on the headboard and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss. You gasped when his hands roamed underneath your skirt, gripping your thighs so that you were fully settled over his length. What started as a sweet innocent kiss escalated into a full on heated makeout session. Kissing till your lips were swollen. Moaning into each other’s mouths. Grasping at every inch of skin the two of you could reach.
When you felt him grind his hardness against your backside, you gasped. Enzo took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, swirling and sucking until you were panting above him.
“Y/N,” he grunted huskily. “I need you.”
The desperation in Enzo’s voice made you shudder. You didn’t even think twice before unbuckling his belt and tugging his boxers down. Enzo groaned as he stroked himself, pulling your panties to the side. You whimpered as he teased his tip at your entrance.
“I want you so fucking bad.”
“I want you too, Enzo.”
Friendship be damned, Enzo gripped your hips and watched as you sank into him. His eyes rolled back when he felt your warmth and wetness hug around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. Better than I imagined.”
You clenched at his words and he inhaled sharply before rolling your hips to set the pace. Once you established a steady rhythm, Enzo pinned you with his lust blown gaze and watched as you rode him. He lavished you with sloppy kisses, stopping every now and then to moan into your mouth while you continued rolling your hips against him.
“That’s it, princess. Feels good, yeah? Keep rolling your hips just like that,” Enzo said, thrusting upwards to fuck into you. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl.”
The filthy words sent you over the edge. Just as Enzo hit that perfect spot, your eyes flew open.
You were startled to find yourself back in your dorm, warm, sweaty, and alone in bed. You nearly fell off altogether when you found Enzo still sitting on the rug below you. While you were dreaming about doing filthy things with him, Enzo was completely oblivious and focused on studying. Like you should’ve been.
Enzo perked up, concern written all over his face when he saw how flushed you were. He immediately rushed over to your side. Your cheeks were so red that he thinks you might be running a fever. Enzo pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.
“You’re burning up, Y/N.” Enzo sounded genuinely worried. If only he knew the reason why you currently shared the same temperature as the common room fireplace. “Maybe I should walk you over to the infirmary?”
“No!” Your voice echoed shrilly in your dorm, causing you to wince. “I’m fine. I just…I just need fresh air.”
“Oh good, I’ll come walk with you.”
“No,” you said rather harshly. Enzo frowned. “I, uh, I think I should go alone.”
Now Enzo was truly perturbed. He pouted at your refusal. Why didn’t you want him to come? You always walked around the Black Lake together.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?”
He squinted at you, hoping to catch your gaze. You completely avoided looking him in the eyes before scrambling out of bed.
“I’m fine, really. I’ll see you later, Enz.”
You were out the door before Enzo even had a chance to respond.
You were acting like a bloody idiot.
After that unfortunate afternoon, you spent the next few days avoiding Enzo. The dream had completely flustered you. It was impossible to be in the same room as your best friend. You couldn’t even look Enzo in the eyes without thinking of him being inside of you.
More than that, it was making you rethink your entire friendship. You adored Enzo. He had been a constant in your life since first year. The two of you were inseparable and he was pretty much the most important person in your life. You had never once thought about him in a sexual manner, but obviously you were attracted to him given the filthy thoughts that flooded your mind like a plague.
You were praying to Merlin that this stupid little lapse of yours would pass and take all the hormone addled aftereffects with it. Perhaps it was just lack of physical affection that was causing you to think this way. After all, you had broken up with your last boyfriend months ago. There was the casual hookup every now and then, but those never really satisfied you in the way that you wanted. It certainly wasn’t anything like how Enzo had been in your dream.
As you cataloged and compared your most recent stints, the intrusive thought slipped in without warning. There were no secrets between you and Enzo, so you knew that it had been awhile since he hooked up with anyone else too. Come to think of it, except for a couple flings here and there, Enzo has never really had a serious relationship.
You never really thought much about it. It wasn’t like you were running headfirst into commitment either, but now you couldn’t help but wonder why Enzo had never had a girlfriend. Were relationships just not his cup of tea? If so, why the bloody hell not?
By the time you had unraveled that string, Pansy was snapping her fingers in front of your face. You shook your head and rejoined the present. Before your little spiral, you and Pansy had been discussing the homework for Charms.
Your friend narrowed her eyes on you. “Alright, spill,” Pansy said. “There’s clearly something on your mind.”
You peered around the common room. For the most part, it was empty. Only a few of the other Slytherins lingered in your midst, but one could never be too careful in the viper’s nest.
Once you were sure the coast was clear, you leaned closer to Pansy and spoke in a low voice. “Have you ever had a dream about one of the guys?”
Pansy leaned back on the velvet emerald couch with an expression of intrigue. “What kind of dream?”
“You know,” you urged, picking at the cushion in your lap. “The sexual kind.”
She shook her head, her glossy bob shimmering in the faint light. “No, I can’t say that I have.”
“I have!” Theo said cheerfully as he plopped down between you. His presence startled you, but he looked utterly unperturbed as he butted into the conversation. “About both of you, actually.”
You wrinkled your nose and smacked him on the arm. “Gross, Theo.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Pansy said with a look of disgust.
Theo was deeply offended by it all. “What? I’ll have you know that I was very loving and gentle,” you groaned and made a gagging sound. “I also had one about Reg and that one wasn’t as gentle, if you know what I mean.”
He grinned cheekily, which only made you lament further. Pansy shook her head in disbelief. “Really, Regulus? He’s the human equivalent of a grumpy black cat. All the first years are terrified of him.”
Theo shrugged. “What can I say? I’m into that. All that surliness and those curls, y’know…”
It was Pansy’s turn to smack him. “For Salazar’s fucking sake, shut it, Theodore. I want to know who Y/N had a dream about.”
“Was it Riddle?” Theo prompted.
“Which one?”
“Mattheo, obviously. Tom looks like he hasn’t had a woman’s touch in years.”
“That’s mean!” you cut in. “I’m telling Tom you said that.”
“Please don’t. I value my life, thank you very much.”
Pansy scoffed. “It’s not either one of the Riddles then.”
“Was it me?” asked Theo.
“Gods, no.”
He rolled his eyes in response. “It can’t be Blaise because him and Pans are shagging on the daily.” Theo’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me it’s Malfoy.”
“Absolutely not.”
“But he’s close, right?” Pansy said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. You nodded weakly. She gasped. “Oh my god, Berkshire? Really?”
You buried your face in your hands. You were truly going to die of embarrassment. Pansy continued with her assessment. “Well, you two are practically attached at the hip, so it makes sense. Still, I truly didn’t expect it to be Enzo. He’s so sweet, I just can’t see him that way.”
The shit-eating grin on Theo’s face made you cringe. “Was it good? It had to be, right? Is that why you’ve been avoiding him all week?”
“What? I haven’t been avoiding him.”
“Sure you have,” declared Theo. “Berkshire’s all broken up about it. Thinks he’s done something to upset you. The whole time you’ve been nursing filthy little fantasies about sweet baby boy Enzo. Oh, I can’t wait to tell the guys about this.”
Panic seized you and Theo yelped as you held his arm in a death grip. “You can’t say a fucking word, Theo. Do you hear me? It’s already humiliating enough to have a sex dream about my best friend. I will literally murder you if you tell any of the boys.”
Theo sighed. “Fine, I won’t tell. Now let go of me, woman.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Pansy. “You can’t keep avoiding Enzo forever.”
You sighed. You were completely and utterly at a loss. Pansy was right. Enzo was already starting to suspect something and you felt bad that he thought he’d done something to upset you when you were the one in the wrong. How could you possibly act normal after all of this?
“Maybe you should ask him if he’s ever thought about you that way,” Theo suggested. “That way the ball’s in his court.”
You scoffed. “I’m supposed to just come up to him and casually ask, Hey Enz, have you ever had a sex dream about me that was so filthy that you couldn’t make eye contact for days after?”
“I guarantee you the answer will be yes.”
As you chided Theo for being his usual ridiculous self, Pansy discretely nudged you. Enzo rounded the corner and waved at the three of you. Theo and Pansy shared a look before leaving you to your own devices. Bloody traitors.
Enzo was unbothered by their sudden departure. “Hi, love. I haven’t seen you all week. You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”
His tone was light and playful, but it still made you nervous as all hell. “No, not at all,” you internally cringed at the forced cheeriness in your voice. “I’ve just been…busy. Yeah, that’s it. No other reason.”
For Salazar’s fucking sake. You were horrible at this. Lying to Enzo wasn’t something you were used to.
Enzo nodded. “Okay, well we’re still on for movie night, right?”
“Oh, yeah, about that—“
“It shouldn't be a problem,” he added thoughtfully, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Unless you’re actually avoiding me.”
Fuck. Your mind was screaming at you to say no. To make up some lame excuse. To do something other than gape at Enzo.
Unfortunately, your brain decided to stop working as soon as those dimples of his made an appearance. Merlin’s bloody beard, you truly needed to get a grip.
You forced yourself to smile back so he wouldn’t think anything was amiss. “”I was just going to ask what snacks you wanted.”
“Just you,” Enzo said, his grin growing wider. Did his voice suddenly sound deeper than it had a few seconds ago? No, it was likely just your delusion. “That’s all I need.”
Later that night, Enzo arrived with the projector and a handful of movie choices. You spent the entire afternoon pacing and working yourself into a fit. He was entirely unaware of the cloud of anxiety hanging over you as he loaded up your favorite movie.
Your dorm had never felt as cramped as it did at this moment. Enzo plopped down on your bed. The scene of the crime. You climbed in on the other end and resigned yourself to sitting perfectly upright and rigid while he made himself comfortable. Enzo looked at you strangely. Usually, the two of you would be cuddling.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” Enzo asked, spreading his arms out. “Come cuddle.”
You sighed internally. This felt like tempting fate, but what could you do? If you refused, Enzo would definitely know that something was up. As slow as a snail, you scooted closer to his side. He took one look at you and shook his head before hauling you over to him. Besides being manhandled, the position was quite familiar. You tucked against his side, head resting on his shoulder while he nuzzled his cheek against your hair.
Enzo pressed play and you started to relax while the movie unfolded. The peace didn’t last for long. As the opening scene played, Enzo absentmindedly tugged at the hem of your shirt. Again, his affectionate nature wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Yet you couldn’t help but hold your breath as he rubbed soothing circles against your hip. While the gesture usually comforted you, it had the opposite effect now.
“You’re so tense, love,” Enzo murmured. His voice sounded so deep and delicious.
“It’s been a stressful week.”
“I bet.”
You shuddered as he trailed his fingers over your spine, drawing patterns along your skin. Temptation wasn’t knocking at your door. It was kicking it down altogether. Enzo shifted, brushing his knuckles just below the hook of your bra.
“This can’t be comfortable,” he said, hooking a finger around the band. “Maybe you’ll feel more relaxed with it off. Don’t you think so, sweetheart?”
There was no time to analyze what the fuck was going on. All of your efforts were spent solely on fighting the urge to moan. Enzo toyed with the band, waiting for your answer.
“Yeah,” you said breathily. “I think—I think you’re right.”
“Course I am. Let me take it off for you then, yeah?”
“Okay.”
Enzo unhooked your bra with a flick of his fingers. Almost like he had long mastered the art and this was merely just child’s play. He helped you shrug out of your bra and carelessly tossed it to the side. You sighed softly as Enzo switched to long, purposeful strokes. He started at your hips, then your stomach, gradually moving up until he was barely an inch away from the underside of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered close, completely lost to his touch. They opened again when Enzo nuzzled his nose against yours.
“Hi,” he said with a smile.
“Hi,” you whispered. “What are we doing, Enzo?”
“Nothing that I haven’t thought about a million times over.”
“You’ve thought about me like this?”
“I’m always thinking about you,” Enzo admitted. “Sometimes it’s just cuddling or holding hands. Just sweet stuff cause I love touching you like this, but other times…other times I dream about you like you dreamt about me.”
Your breath hitched. “You know about my dream?”
“I heard you in the common room earlier.”
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I don’t know what came over me. That’s why I haven’t talked to you much this week. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Enzo took your hand and slid it down the front of his gray sweatpants. You gasped when you felt how hard he was against your palm. “Do I feel uncomfortable to you, sweetheart?”
You shook your head, biting down on your lip. You didn’t trust yourself with words at the moment. Enzo nuzzled against you, littering soft little kisses in his wake. He pecked and nipped at your neck, your collarbone, your jaw.
“You drive me fucking mad, you know that? I want you so badly I’d literally get on my knees and beg if you asked.”
The tension was too much for you to bear. You pulled him in by the front of his shirt and pressed your lips against his. Enzo groaned into your mouth. The hand underneath your shirt crawled up until he was cupping your tits, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. Enzo tried to keep the kisses soft. He intended to savor it, but every ounce of self control went out the window the second he heard you moan.
Enzo flipped you over so that you were straddling his lap. He looked down and realized that you were wearing one of his old shirts and the sight of it made him even harder. The tiny shorts you were wearing was a pesky little barrier, but it didn’t stop him from grinding his hardness against your ass. He tugged at the hem of your shirt.
“Take this off, right now. I need to feel you, pretty girl.”
He watched as you peeled off the shirt. Enzo did the same, tossing both articles of clothing over the side of your bed. He groaned at the skin to skin contact. Enzo smiled as he drank it all in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You’re not bad to look at either, Enz.”
Enzo chuckled. “Cheeky girl. Come on, then. Shorts off too.”
You took off your shorts as Enzo slipped out of his sweatpants and boxers. He kissed you again, sloppy, filthy, and downright obscene. There was plenty of panting and groping as the two of you explored each other’s bodies. Enzo practically purred into your ear as you rubbed over his shaft. He felt like velvet in your hands. When you flicked your thumb to spread the bead of precum over his tip, Enzo released an animalistic growl.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. “Gods, I need to be inside of you right fucking now or I’ll die.”
There was no time to slide off your panties. Enzo merely yanked it to the side and guided you over him. He kept his eyes on you as you sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. Enzo groaned, digging his fingers into your hips while you adjusted to his size.
“Goddamn, you’re so wet and so fucking tight.”
You had no idea that such filthy words could sound like music in your ears. Enzo may have been sweet as sugar, but you knew that he wasn’t innocent. He was far too cheeky to be anything but downright dirty in bed.
Enzo was also extremely responsive. He made sure to praise and worship like your body was an altar and he was the most pious believer.
“Enz, gods,” you moaned as he flicked his tongue over your nipple. “You’re really good at that.”
“Yeah?” He asked cheekily. “You think so?”
You chuckled. It was such an Enzo comment. If you weren’t actively losing your mind, you might’ve rolled your eyes at him. Whatever fantasy your mind has conjured paled in comparison to reality. Sex with Enzo was easy. You knew him and you trusted him. It was like breathing air.
Every moan and whimper only helped you grow more and more attuned with each other’s bodies. The sounds you made were a special language of its own, one that only you and Enzo understood.
“That’s it, princess. You’re taking me so well.”
“Like that?” you asked, rolling your hips.
Enzo groaned in response, which made you smirk in satisfaction. He chuckled and kissed you deeply. “Ride me harder, sweetheart. Fuck…yeah just like that.”
He moaned into your mouth, meeting the roll of your hips with thrusts of his own. Enzo pressed his forehead against your, his long lashes kissing the tops of your cheekbones while he pressed you closer. The deep angle in which he drove into you had you clawing at his back.
“Oh gods, oh fuck. I can feel you clenching around me, pretty girl. You’re gonna cum for me like a good girl, yeah?”
“I’m so close.” Enzo flipped you onto your back and fucked you into the mattress. The tension uncoiled in your core until you were panting, chasing after that sweet release. “Oh—oh gods, Enzo.”
The orgasm knocked the very breath from your lungs. It was a total out of body experience. Your back arched, your toes curled, and you screamed his name, but none of it registered past the pleasure of coming. As soon as Enzo felt you creaming him from base to tip, he came too.
It was strangely beautiful to watch. Enzo was mesmerizing. With his sweat slicked skin and swollen lips, strands of his dark hair clinging onto his flushed cheeks. You’ve never seen such a pretty sight.
The two of you stayed curled up into each other. Enzo slowly pulled out and placed a tender kiss on your temple. This time, there wasn’t a single hint of hesitation as you cuddled up against his side. He was warm and comfortable, lulling you into sleep as he tangled his long legs with yours.
You didn’t know how long you drifted off. It only felt like a few seconds later when you found yourself on your stomach, blinking sleepily up at Enzo. He smiled, kissing along your spine as he pried your legs apart. You groaned into the pillow as he thrusted lazily from behind.
It was dark as night outside when you were finally done. You couldn’t even remember how many times he made you cum. All you knew was that you were in complete bliss as you and Enzo sprawled out on your sheets.
You looked up at Enzo. He looked down at you. The two of you burst into a nervous fit of giggles.
“Shit. Did we just—“
He nodded, curling a strand of your hair through his fingers. “Yeah, we definitely did. Two. Three. Four times? I honestly lost count.”
You chuckled softly. There was a moment of silence as you collected yourself. Enzo lowered himself down so that you were facing each other.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty girl.”
Despite your steamy activities, you had never felt more shy than when he brushed his lips across your knuckles.
“I care about you, Enzo and I know you care about me too. Tonight was….fuck. Tonight was great. I just want to make sure this doesn’t change our friendship.”
“Of course it’s going to change things,” Enzo said matter-of-factly. “You think I can stay just friends with you after that?”
You swallowed thickly. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I know you don’t really date. I mean, half the school’s asked you out and you’ve turned them all down, so I’m not expecting to be the exception. It’s alright if you just want this to be casual.”
“I don’t. I’ve said no to everyone because I’ve been waiting for you. You are the exception, Y/N. It’s always been you.”
“Really?” you whispered, biting back a smile. “You mean that?”
Enzo nodded and kissed your fingertips. “Sweetheart, you’ve had me in the palm of your hands since we were eleven. Of course I mean it.”
You didn’t try to hide your smile. You were absolutely beaming. “So you don’t want things to be casual?”
“There’s nothing casual about what I feel for you.”
“Okay,” you said, processing his revelation. “I don’t want things to be casual either. It might be selfish, but I think I want you all to myself, Enzo.”
He released a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking Merlin. I want you all to myself too, Y/N.”
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Aroallos are often treated as inherently "more sexual" than other allosexuals. Here's why that assumption happens, and why it's bullshit.
Relationships are often treated as inherently hierarchical and strictly defined, due to amatonormativity and a-spec erasure. It usually goes something like this:
You can't have sex without romance. Sex is "dirty" and needs to be "balanced out" or "justified" with romance. Sex is exclusively physically stimulating, and therefore shallow, unless done in emotional service to romance.
Wanting to have sex with people outside of a romantic context is seen as "using" people, inherently. You're "using" them for their body, because you "don't care enough" to love them romantically. Your desires are deemed to be inherently predatory.
You can't have romance without sex. Romance needs to be "justified" with sex, otherwise it's "just platonic."
Wanting romance without sex is seen as "failing" your partner.
Sex and romance are to happen exclusively between two people.
Romantic relationships are more important than all other relationships, except for maybe family. And remember, sex is strictly confined to romance, which therefore means that sex is also more important than nonsexual/nonromantic connection.
Friendships are always less important than romance, and therefore, less important than sex as well. They exist at the bottom of the hierarchy. That's why we have phrases like "more than friends" to describe romance.
In other words, sex = romance, and sex/romance > friendship.
When you take away the romantic elements, you're left with this:
Romance is no longer there to "balance out/justify" the sex, making the sex apparently "more sexual" and "more dirty" and "less emotional" than it would be if it were romantic.
Your sexual desires are deemed inherently predatory.
Sex takes precedent over friendship and nonromantic emotional intimacy in the original hierarchy. Therefore, sex must take precedent over all forms of emotional connection if you're interested in sex without romance, and sex also cannot spark emotional stimulation or connection on its own.
Due to the previous points, you get reduced to a largely "physical" creature, with few or no emotional needs or desires. You are also assumed to disregard the emotional needs and desires of others.
Friendships are still less important than sex. So, even if your friends are the people you're having sex with, it's implied that you don't care about your friends, and you only value them for their bodies. Sex is an insult to your friendships.
Of course, this is bullshit. All of these "rules" are bullshit.
This is how it actually works:
You can have sex without romance. Sex is not "dirty" does not need to be "balanced out" or "justified" by romance. Sex can be emotionally stimulating and fulfilling without romance (though it doesn't have to be, and that's also fine).
There is nothing predatory about having sexual desires/intent without romantic desires/intent. There is nothing predatory about having sex outside of romance, so long as everyone consents.
You can have romance without sex. Romance does not need to be "justified" via sex.
You are not "failing" your partner by not wanting to have sex. You might be sexually incompatible if sex is something they want, but that is not "failure" on anyone's part.
Sex and romance can happen between as many people as you like, as long as everyone is on the same page about things.
Romantic relationships, as well as familial relationships, are not inherently more important than any other type of relationship.
Friendships are not inherently less important than other types of relationships. There is no inherent hierarchy.
Sex is not an insult to friendship. Having sex with your friends does not mean you only value them for their body.
Wanting sex without romance does not inherently mean that sex takes precedent over everything else. For some people, it does, and that's fine. But that's not usually the case, and it should not be assumed to be the case.
Quoting some stuff from myself and others:
People tend to assume that aroallos are always hypersexual, or always loveless, or always prioritize sex above all else when it comes to their relationships with people. And all of those things are valid experiences, but they don't apply to me personally. I've been trying to put it into words... People think that a lack of romantic attraction necessitates an amplified sexual attraction. Like just because I'm aro, I must be "more sexual" than other allosexual people. It seems like people think sexuality has to be "balanced out" with romance. But I'm not particularly sexual; I'm just not ace. [...] there's nothing wrong with prioritizing or emphasizing sexuality. But that's not an inherent aspect of being aroallo, and it doesn't describe me personally. The primary purpose of my relationships is emotional connection. Sex is just a cool thing that I may or may not do with people.
- Myself [Feb. 1, 2024]
I hate that when I announce that I'm aro, but not ace, people are like "yes fuck nasty I respect it 😏😏" like okay girl sure I do that but do you think I don't experience longing for human connection ? You heard non/aromantic and thought "wow, you must be so good with one night stands no emotional attachment whatsoever". Like no, I still (and you're not gonna believe this guys) care about the people I may or may not sleep with ?? Hello ??
- max-nicoxposts [June 4, 2024]
Alloaro culture is always being expected to either be asexual or hypersexual; nuance was something meant for others I suppose.
- Anon [May 28, 2024]
Aroalo culture is someone assuming I'm ace when I say I'm aro, and when I say I'm actually aro and bi they react with "so you're just a predator"
- Anon [May 27, 2024]
there's nothing wrong with being a man and wanting to sleep with men and not date them. it doesn't make you proof queer men are sex-crazed. there's nothing wrong with being a woman and wanting to sleep with women and not date them. it doesn't make you proof queer women are predatory. being alloaro doesn't make you a derogatory stereotype. you deserve respect, no matter what
- pansyboybloom [Jan. 16, 2024]
So much of the arophobia directed towards aromantic heterosexual men seems to be rooted in willful ignorance about what aromanticism actually is and how allosexual aromanticism differs from sexual objectification. Aromanticism is experiencing little to no romantic attraction towards others. That’s it. It isn’t the same as sending unsolicited dick picks to strangers or reducing women to their bodies. When a misogynistic man disregards a woman’s personhood in favor of treating her as a sexual object, it isn’t because he doesn’t experience romantic attraction to women. It’s because he chooses not to value women as people.
- heartless-aro [Dec. 30, 2023] [I highly recommend reading the full post. I only included one section here due to length.]
and if you're aromantic, you also have to be asexual. because sex without romance is immoral and dirty and abusive. and every aroallo is an invader who's trying to destroy your perfect, pure, sex-negative aspec community. if an aromantic is not asexual, they are not a valid aromantic. if you've ever found yourself wondering why aplatonics and aroallos alike have their own small communities instead of just being a part of the wider aspec community, this is why. you drove us away. and your acceptence of aromanticism is still entirely conditional.
- thermodynamic-comedian [May 29, 2024] [also recommend reading the full post]
#aroallo#alloaro#aromantic#aro#aromanticism#aromanticity#arospec#aro spec#aro spectrum#aromantic spectrum#aromantic allosexual#allosexual aromantic#aspec#arophobia#aromisia#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqia#queer
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hii i just read your kissing the batboys out of the blue and i loved it!! i was thinking that maybe you could one of how they react when they realize they’re in love with the reader? tysm!!
Jason had a feeling that he knew he was in love with you, he had read enough romantic novels to know that what he was feeling was romantic.
He thought of you day and night.
Everything reminded him of you.
He couldn’t wait to be near you, craves it even as his mind raced with all the things that you could do together in his apartment as though you were an already pre-established couple.
He practically ticked off every box imaginable and he knew it but he wasn’t quite sold on this alone until he woke up to you cuddled up into his side, looking as though you belonged there, even tightening your grip on his shirt when he dared to move even in the slightest.
‘Five more minutes.’ You muttered into his neck, causing him to freeze but he was quick to relax and throw his arms over your waist to keep you close.
It was the domesticity of the moment that made Jason realise that he was in love with you, deep unadulterated love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up to you and falling asleep with you in his arms because you fitted together like two missing pieces.
You were what he was missing and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, not when he was brought to realises that he couldn’t live without you, not anymore. Jason swore to himself that he’d protect you no matter what while he finds a way to tell you of his feelings, but until then Jason was more then willing to keep it to himself as to remind himself that he now had someone to fight for.
Dick didn’t know he was in love with you until someone brought it up to him about how often he seemed to bring you up in conversation regardless of its relevancy.
You’ve had a flirty relationship with one another that Dick had lead himself to believe was strictly platonic all the while wanting more at the same time. He wasn’t fond of commitment, it was an issue of his but you made it all the more worth it if it meant he could get the chance to call you his.
‘You sure do talk about them a lot.’ Garth said.
‘Who?’ Dick asked, confused.
‘Them.’ Raven gestures towards you and immeditly sees the way Dick’s eyes practically glowed when they looked at you, she looked over at Gar who saw the exact same thing as she did and was looking at her for confirmation that he wasn’t seeing things. Their wild theory has been proven to not be so wild after all.
‘It’s not my fault they’re an awesome teammate.’ Dick replied as he looked back at Raven and Garth as they looked back at him knowingly.
‘You often talk about them as though you’re in love with them.’ Raven countered.
‘I don’t talk about them like I’m in love,’ Dick laughed before looking over at Garth, ‘do I?’ He asks and Garth hummed. ‘You do. If you like them so much why don’t you ask them out on a date or something?’
Garth’s question stayed with Dick for the rest of the day as he recalled the times where he talked about you nonstop and wanted to smack himself for not seeing it before, he was so hellbent on never committing to something that he didn’t see that he was practically confessing his feelings for you in other ways.
Dick was scared, genuinely scared. So he decided to keep this revelation to himself and hope that one day it would fade away but he knew all too well that he was in too deep for that to be the case. Now he just keeps a tight lip on what he says to certain people in hopes that they don’t go back to you and spill everything.
Dick wanted to tell you himself but he fears that he might bring himself to do it in time.
Tim would be spending time with you when he realised he loved you.
Being with you just felt natural for him as he let you press up against his side as you did your own thing and he did his own on his laptop.
You could both exist in peaceful silence together without it getting awkward and that’s what Tim liked the most about you, he didn’t have to force anything to keep you engaged in anything he liked.
He even liked how you could match his sarcasm at times while also being caring about his well-being and mental health.
‘When was the last time you actually had decent sleep?’ You asked.
‘When did this become an interrogation, and a lacklustre one at that.’ He replied as you raised your brows to look at him. ‘Since you keep thinking it’s fine to neglect your basic human needs, wise ass.’ You told him. ‘keep this up and I’m wouldn’t be surprised to find you passed out on the floor somewhere.’ You add before putting down a glass of water and a plate full of food before leaving the room.
Tim glances over at the water and food and feels a warmth spread throughout him when he saw that you remembered his favourite meal.
Tim could show you anything technical and while you may not understand everything that was being said, it was the fact that you even bothered to continue to listen to him that made him realises that he might be in love with you. Your eyes held intrigue as he went over how his weapons worked, even giving you live demonstrations, but he couldn’t help but feel a little exposed under your gaze, you looked at him as though he was the most interesting person alive and he could feel his cheeks burn.
Tim knew he was in love with you for a long while but it just took that one moment for it to click within him.
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hehehe..... guess who figured out how to filter ao3 to show works with x or y tags in it (but not necessarily both)
#the biggest use i'd have for this would be if i'm interested in two characters' relationship but idc if it's#romantic or platonic so i could do smth like '(romantic OR platonic) otp:true'#currently trying to figure out if i can find an in-between btwn strictly otp:true n letting the relationships tags be infinitely willy-nill#bc there's gotta be smth 'otp' is basically shorthanding here with like the number of relationships tags#like how a work has its expected_number_of_chapters you can sort by#花話#once i figure out absolutely everything i'd like i might make a video or guide or smth#bc i'm sure there are other people who'd also love this kind of stupidly incredibly fine-grained control over ao3 searches
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