#their relationship does not sway like at all these 2 are solid

[storge]

XU WEIZHOU as Pei Xingjian Weaving a Tale of Love Season 2 (2023)

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Review Time: Goodcat Code

Note: This is my personal take to Sylus' most recent memory. Nothing has been confirmed by Infold, so this is just full delulu mode as I dive in to Goodcat Code. Spoiler Alert for those who hasn't seen the memory yet.

I actually don't know how to fully describe MC and Sylus dynamics on this memory. While the plot of the memory is solid at it's best, their relationship here is really kinda shaky specially on MC's part. So I will have the review in 2 parts. "The Good Part" and "The Bad Part".

The Good Part

As mentioned, the plot of this memory is solid and the twist at the end is surprising but expected because it's Sylus.

The attention to details and the research on different kinds of teas are amazing. The whole memory exude luxury and wealth. It really screams Sylus.

Probably the best part (for me) of this memory is when Sylus almost never fight his cat urges. I really enjoy that part with the Seagull and Parrot. He really does manhandles them and it its hilarious. Can you imagine having to fight of a 6'2 fully grown man to free the birds? (I'm 5'2 by the way. I really can't Imagine having to wrestle Sylus to save the birds. He can easily knock me out)

And the cherry on top of this memory is how Sylus is shown to be a pure gentleman. We can definitely say that MC can be the death of him. (He will actually let her even help her kill him. He did it once already) He can never deny her. He's really down bad even showing (again) the soft side of him.

And how can we forget the kindled part? This is the first time that he really does touch MC. But I must stress on this. He is never pervy or inappropriate with her and that little circling motion he does with his hand on her back is just perfection. He is indeed touching her but it is soft, sexy, and very intimate. I applaud MC for not being swayed. I will totally break with that touch and have goosebumps everywhere.

I mentioned this as well on my previous entry, Sylus is a very old school type of guy and that little moment he have with MC on the speedboat screams Gentleman and Old Money. he can really make the most of any given situation and turns it to something romantic.

The Bad Part

I hate the way infold portray MC in this memory. He never ask Sylus opinion before creating a plot for her mission. It's like she knows that Sylus will do everything for her and his opinion doesn't matter.

If I count it correctly, Sylus mentioned being sold to other women 6 times making it obvious that he is not comfortable with the idea of being with other woman and being emotionally betrayed that MC can easily plot that without hesitation. It's actually twisted! I actually felt bad for Sylus.

MC flicking his forehead and called him Opportunist! Again why?! MC rented him off the cat café like he's an object, asking him to find Snowy Owl, make him act like her butler, and order him to woo another women. MC make him do it all without asking his take on all of this. He even mention "I never agree on any of this". So who is the opportunist one? Really?! REALLY?! It is totally a mood killer. I don't know how they phrase it on other language but this scene totally ticked me off. It's Like MC suddenly becomes one of those who mischaracterize him. I just simply dislike it. I just hope they phrase it better or left it out altogether. It's very unnecessary.

And that collar, though MC is taking claim on Sylus, its just part of her plot. I don't know but Sylus's laugh after MC brings out the collar sounds so disappointed.

The Conclusion

I feel like the love between Sylus and MC are still one-sided (at least in this memory) The lack of communication and asking permission (on MC's part) makes it looks like she is taking advantage of Sylus' feelings for her.

I am deeply moved on how slow burn their story is showing how patient and gentlemanly Sylus. When the preview was revealed, I honestly thought they are making progress as he was now touching MC only for my delulu to be shattered by MC's words and action. Not once she acknowledge Sylus saying he was being sold to other woman.

While I do love the kindled part of this memory, this is certainly one of my least favorite. Radiant Brilliance is easily better because they are mutually pinning for each other.

[chogiwow]

for well and for good | park sunghoon

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: angst

wc: 1k

warnings: allusions to a toxic past relationship (sunghoon and unnamed ex), crying (a lot), hurt-no-comfort fic, heartbreak; sunghoon realises his feelings for you too late

a/n: all i want is to break hearts <3

a/n pt 2: umm, not a solid plot but more so like a scene building concept?

there wasn’t a more heartbreaking moment than this, not for sunghoon; not even when the consequences of his actions that led him here had played out exactly as you had warned him it would.

now it was too late, and beg as he might, a heavy feeling in his chest slowly settled against his favour, a premonition turning true and cry as much as he wanted, everything was spiralling out of control so fast, he wasn’t sure who he should save first.

“(y/n)...(y/n) please, i can’t do this, i can’t live without you. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please don’t leave, i need you…i love you.”

the more he weeped for a lost cause, the more it hurt your chest and ripped you apart piece by piece but you made no attempts at stopping the pain.

everyone had always assumed that you and sunghoon would be the endgame. it was so obvious! you both were head over heels for each other, but of course, of course the heart wavers ever so often now and then. sunghoon let himself ignore all the signs, pretend that the affection and sweet words weren’t another ploy for his wealth, his looks, his popularity, the safety and love he was so willing to provide someone, because he was always so very generous. generous and ridiculously naive; always looking to give away a piece of himself to anyone who so much as asked for it.

and a man in love is hard to sway again, especially when the man is sunghoon, with his giving nature and so much love that filled his heart that he couldn’t contain it any longer.

words were said – spit almost venomously at the cost of saving face and pride, and how dare you question his love and hers, when you had no business? how dare you make assumptions about this beautiful woman who loved him – at least he hoped she did – as much as he did?

and then…and then everything you said came true. your warnings carefully etched themselves like knife carvings on a paper – vehemently and so very stubbornly irreversible. now he’s here, after months of grieving not just the loss of his trust in love, but also you. and he had to make things right, but how does one convince a person they've broken and trampled upon so mercilessly, that they are indeed in love with them?

how does sunghoon convince you that he’s so utterly in love with you that he could physically feel the pain of your pointed ignoring and cold looks? how does he even begin to express how sorry he was when the unsaid apology squeezed the breath out of him in aggrieved pants? how does sunghoon not lose you again?

“”i’m sorry hoon, i can’t do this anymore. i can’t love you anymore, i don’t want to love you anymore…you’ve hurt me too much.”

“(y/n) please, please i beg you,”

and beg he did; getting down on his knees on the cold tile floors of your living room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dampened your shirt with his hot tears. neither he nor you were making much sense of this conversation anymore.

he felt you shake in his embrace, your own tears and gasps of air breaking his chants of an apology, his hands tightening around you to physically feel your touch after months.

“hoon stop it,” a wretched sob, ugly as it sounded when it tumbled out of your lips in pain, like a helpless rotten fruit falling off its branches, makes you whimper and clutch onto the clinging man's hand who refused to let you go.

in a hurried motion sunghoon is up on his feet, holding you by the shoulder that shakes with the cries staining your cheeks.

“i can’t live without you, please give me another chance,” he shakes his head frantically, mumbling out his words in a frenzy as he is yet again painfully reminded of exactly how weighted his words were and how much truth they held in them. it weighed him down, your refusal to look past this, like a sack of cotton drowning in water, and yet he could not bring himself to blame you, hoping against hope that his words would make a change.

his lips find your forehead, pressing down on them in a hot kiss; the trembling of his lips breaks you, you wish would stop – but he doesn’t. he’s kissing your shoulder, your arms, your wrists, your palms and he’s kissing your forehead – again and again and again and again – until you push yourself away, your eyes closed, shaking your head.

“don’t, it’s time we stopped this. we can’t hope for things that were never meant to be.”

sunghoon was standing on the edge of a cliff, and you just pushed him off into a bottomless pit that made his insides curl into themselves, his hands shooting in the air for something to grasp but there’s only air that passes through his fingers like bullets.

in his last attempt he kisses you on the lips. he holds your face so gently and kisses you so deeply and for a moment you feel yourself swaying. you let him kiss you, because you know this would be the last time you would let this happen. you whimper into his mouth and he lets a broken sob tumble on your lips where it stays as a reminder of this very moment, searing you both apart. you don’t kiss back.

“stop it, please. you’re hurting me.” it’s a whispered plea, but to sunghoon it’s a huge boulder that blocks his way from you. you’ve planted it there for once and for all, and he knows that there’s nothing he can do to make you move it.

“i’m sorry, i love you, but i don't want to anymore. i’m sorry.” 

sunghoon rests his forehead against yours, your tears mingled and continuous and he knows he’s lost you now, for well and for good.

[vex-jb]

All signs collective Love reading for September

Sun, moon, Venus, most dominant planet in chart

Sagittarius: Overall energy 7 of cups~ You definitely have options in love , I see specifically that u want to pursue a particular person but u may be hesitant on moving towards this individual. So out of all the people that r in your energy there is one u would like to pursue .. your figuring out how to move towards them… let’s find out why ? Are they your soulmate or just another relationship? This person could be a water sign possibly more older or emotionally mature wanting a commitment more so than u someone new. Advice -stop controlling the situation by mentally burning yourself out and just approach this person situation more childlike and innocent give to this person move forward and give it a chance use gentleness towards this person and wisdom trust the process take a chance on love open yourself to a new opportunity in life possible increase in material / spiritual growth during this forward movement

Cancer : Overall energy the world a relationship or situation in love has now come to a conclusion. It seems for cancer that u are being held back from moving forward in love due to a past betrayal or series of betrayals. This could be in regards to false starts in relationships where the relationship never gets off the ground . A particular or multiple relationships failed at building a solid foundation, u know u deserve more your showing up as an empress… even if u don’t believe so.. u feel so strongly about this because u know your feminine energy deserves more. I see in the near future u are making a descion to move forward from a place of complacency in how u view love … making small steps towards your desired end goal. Even though u are moving forward and u know u should, u could still be harboring the betrayals of the past in your subconscious… be careful bc this could cause a delay in favorable love outcomes if u can’t let go of the pain of the past having this fear stuck in your mind will keep u stagnant fearful bc u will operate from your shadow and push good outcomes away… like I see u will have options in love but u could ignorantly ignore the best option bc of fear/ self sabotage then get upset bc u are still in the same cycle. This 10 of swords in your subconscious shouldn’t be your motivator in love … anyways the future does show a new commitment coming towards u it will be presented but this love offer is just showing as a offer that will come but will it stay and bear fruit ? How will u handle this situation when it comes? .. nevertheless this ace of pentacles moves to the 9 of pentacles so u could decide to stay single because it’s not worth your value or for the other half this opportunity can become fruitful where it bring a more higher confident version of yourself this love situation can uplift u and make u a better person, you’ll be finally evolving bc of this love that came into you’re life.. a fire sign could be coming towards u this is a new person most likely. Look at this situation from a higher perspective. You will be overwhelmed by options in love but ultimately u will get the 9 of cups u will be come emotionally and physically content. I see u will walk away from past betrayal and no longer staying in such cycles … believe in yourself trust in what u deserve don’t let anyone sway u to repeat bad habits behaviors in love

U have the 2 of cups ace of pentacles 9 of cups 9 of pentacles I believe the omen is very favorable u will be happy and find a worthwhile person to spend time with and get to know take care of yourself first and the world will take care of u

Aquarius : 6 of Wands overall energy , u look good right now u are riding on your high horse recently u have been victorious with other things in life which is giving u a sense of confidence pride in love. I look desirable and have a lot of admires at this time… that being said will all this ray of internal empowerment to move forwards and be successful especially in love u face a problem of walking away from the past something is haunting u ? But whatever this is that is still keeping u stuck from fully moving into this new chapter in love it WILL ultimately come to an end. It has been done judgement energy. It is time to burn away the past ang embrace the future. The past was influenced by the 5 of swords and moon so there was a illusion deception betrayal that u we’re not fully aware of but ur intuition is aware but u don’t want to believe or face the facts… I’m sorry Aqua. This could be in regards to a fire sign male or female specifically Aries I see both genders tho and this could be any fire sign … or this is a woman that embodies the queen of wands…this betrayal had to do with someone u were dealing with who hid that they were dealing with options … this was concealed from u they didn’t want u to know. but both u and the 3rd party were being betrayed this person is not someone who had good intention their motives in love is to have the upper hand win at all cost betray people to stay on top so it has nothing to do with u or the other person this person u we’re dealing with is not a good person at all and the fact they lied to u shows that if they told u the truth u would have never dealt with them anyways they intentionally put u in this situation and other before u. Anyways moving forward now that u may have gotten some clarity on this situation your unconscious part of u is in the 9 of Wands this is how u feel. I are resilient but u must use your intuition moving forward. A part of u will be gone death is on the future for you to move forward confidently knowing who u are as a woman or Man U are worth and u are great ❤️. Even tho u are definitely walking away from the past and the past is DONE. U feel down in the dumps but ur manifestation of love is going to manifest in this next chapter in your life u could have been actively manifesting and this is coming u will have a new fu fresh long term commitment steady mature but don’t allow past archetypes that aren’t for your best interest to enter your new chapter…

Scorpio : overall energy in love we have the queen of pentacles I see that u are operating in a more grounder mature way what is worth your while ? Being a bit bougie with what u put time in and what comes in contact with u is it in your best interest ? … in love your problem seems to lie in regards to being comfortable with the investments u have put in ? U may have been tied to people ( multiple people in your energy not serious energies more so having fun groupies options non committal fling energies ? Giving less than the bare minimum to your fans? These energies of the past nevertheless isn’t worth your future seems very immature and not on your level/potential… idk why u are catering to such energies but I don’t see u are focused heavily just they are just … there ? Idk this is weird energy male or female collective seems a bit like player energy. For some of u u are still attached to unhealthy connections groupies sex it looks like an addiction of temporary fufillement that u are attached too .. for the scorpios who are attached to multiple energies it’s a addiction u have. That’s all I’m gunna say I’m not reading deeper into that but maybe this is so that u r aware this is indeed a addiction bad habit that u are invested in and it feels unfortunate because u have a divine counterpart that is on your level but u aren’t focused or can’t see that they are. They could already be in your environment or in the near future but this is someone mature and head strong king of pentacles she/he doesn’t play games or waste time she/he doesn’t chase… I’f they r not in your environment they soon will be… anyways your conscience and unconscious are opposing one another y are tied to a addiction but u want a new start a new beginning. I’m just guessing but u think this addiction is tied too heartbreak and u are just filling yourself with a distraction u don’t see your worth u see yourself or feel deep down the 3 of swords u are motivated by this influence… nevertheless their will be a elimination of some sort from your external environment a truth will come to light this is the whole overall energy coming toward u u fear this energy that is coming but u do want it lol … the outcome is the king of cups u will reach clarity mature emotionally in some way about this situation.. a truth will be revealed about how u pursue or invite love …

Pisces : emotionally exhausting is the overall energy in your reading lol your current energy in love is the queen of cups so u are focused on your emotional nature what u emotionally value but to go in depth this emotional focused energy u have is regarding your past … there is an issue of the past that u are emotionally invested in in a unhealthy manner, u need to make peace with the past dude . This focus u have is in regards to a past betrayal has to do with a particular person this could be a Scorpio specifically ( u can read the situation for Scorpio above) who put u in a 3rd party situation intentionally ghosting you moving on from, someone no longer was interested in this situation and thought long and hard before making a descion. So don’t embarrass yourself by looking for answers.. the answer was leaving u and not wasting your or their time anymore. Anyways moving forward in this reading I see u want to impulsively act towards a past outcome or person not thinking before reacting or speaking ( lol please don’t ) take the pain for what it is and move forward slowly but surely. If u impulsively react or refocus on the past u may find yourself in the devil energy back in a cycle bound to an emotional addiction feeding ur shadow your ego your flesh break from this addiction. You are the empress and u know it u are worthy of much more focus on what u hope for true love get out of your emotional toxic comfort and move on to a brighter future there is better waiting. U could have a karmic attachment to this individual…

Aries:

Overall energy for Aries is the world so there has been a conclusion with your past. You could’ve been dealing with multiple people/ options in love and you may have came to the conclusion that that lifestyle or those energies that you were dealing with have come to a close, you could have realized that there was no long-term potential with these people that you were dealing with and you may feel a bit sad stressed, anxious about the fact that it didn’t work out with these people or energies you were dealing with, but you do have to have strength and self-control in yourself and believe and walk away move forward.. It was not a balanced situation multiple people were acting from their lower nature all the people came out in reverse so all of these people were not good for you at all, these people wouldn’t have supported you long-term and coming to this conclusion you could feel a bit trapped in your head stressed because u feel it never works out for you, but your spirit guys are calling you to look in, take time by yourself and just chill and do simple things by yourself. Don’t act impulsively or irrationally in regards to the past or the people that you were dealing with because you know that the chapter is done and closed you fear walking away and moving forward the outcome shows that you will ultimately move into the new chapter and walk away from it all how fast depends on you, but you will move forward, but there’s a fear and to overcome this fear because there’s a lot of fear here insecurity with what you truly deserve and what you really worth u need to go and just chill alone and speak to yourself in a high value type of way to resist the urge to stay stuck thinking about people that would’ve never served your best interest long-term.

Virgo: overall energy is the 4 of pentacles u could be preserving your energy and abundance at this time not wanting to share u recently rebuilt your stability and don’t want to recklessly share with just anyone u want something long term in love and don’t care for anything less serious than that. The wheel of fortune is in your favor so u may be coming in contact with a opportunity in love with a significant person but it’s up to you to seen beyond illusions of self or external factors to stay in your comfort zone or look beyond. U will have to make a decision if u want to invest in this person that is coming toward u. Dragon fly confirmation

Capricorn over energy is the magician in love matters u definitely actively manifesting your wish fulfillment in romance. This manifestation could be a new beginning in love no past energy. I see your approach or how u view love in an innocent child like way something to do with your inner child is showing in the cards. A new lover could be coming towards u that is more older and established. This person will help u evolve. All the cards here are favorable this is a good omen I would suggest to continue to have faith and let your inner child believe and manifest this lover into your reality. this person coming toward u can have water specifically pisces or scorpio in their chart as well they have a transformative aura about them the bring change where they go. They have mastered their emotions and have a lot of self control their archetype is the sea serpent. Operating from their shadow they are not someone to get one over. This is someone who doesn’t play games and my advice is to respect their autonomy and be mature and self controlled yourself do not act childish or immature this is someone who may not tolerate games. Be the high value self u are ❤️

Libra: overall energy is the 5 of swords this is the energy in the midst between u and a particular person u were or are dealing with. Possible tit for tat ? There is a lack of movement on a descion on your part to continue entertaining this energy to not look back. U know it’s time to walk away but u kinda don’t want too? I see pain in the future 10 of swords and 9 of wands the whole spread is not very good. To be frank with u this situation no longer servers u and u are beating a dead horse why ? To continue getting heartbroken like a broken old record… what r u trying to prove by dealing with this bs ? I see that u are trying to bring justice to the situation your trying to be fair it seems like your acting like u must do all the work to bring balance to the situation but it can’t be one sided Libra cut your loses it’s not your job to resolve everything especially when it’s of no use time after time a cycle u r stuck in in love bc your lack of making descions to let go for your own good stop doing all the emotional labor for people who don’t care … u need to have strength meditate on the tarot card strength what is it how do u apply it to yourself this card comes out to have self control of YOUR OWN life it’s time to take care of yourself and your wounds that’s the justice in this situation. U may feel apathetic maybe u don’t believe u deserve more idk but the ace of cups came u will receive an offer that is what u have been wanting all along just with the wrong people. I have a lot of potential u deserve more don’t fear walking in your power u know u want to :) the outcome shows the 3 of swords take my advice or not but these are lesson u unfortunately need to undergo before you can get what God has in store for u …

Leo: overall energy in love is the king of wands

Owning your power feeling confident radiating charismatic powerful energy regardless of your fem or masc u look good right now and feel confident in your love life the cards coming out are all favorable and great omens I see u are focused on what u value in love, knowing what u want is great for attracting your desired love outcome:) keep doing whatever your doing Leo ! u are currently attracting a equally yoked partnership I feel like it’s a new energy coming towards you, u are radiating beautiful energy a beacon of light drawing in your significant partner. This person will feel familiar like home in a safe way u will intuitively know they are worth while when u come in contact with them trust your intuition keep vibing high to draw in this lover faster❤️

Also the energy is blunt but with love I love u guys and I hope u find someone who really adores u and fills your cup up all are worthy of love 💕

GEMINI, TAURUS READINGS LEFT !!! ~ I’m sick so please bare with me

Speaking out loud to the community but I am thinking of doing all signs readings each month and then every sign during the weeks of the month not sure yet how I will arrange the each signs per week .. 🤔 I will also be doing free readings for first come first in the future so look out for that ! follow and like and share 😏



[ya-killin-me-smalls]

gotta know your thoughts on hankford. sorry if youve made a post about them already and i just havent seen it lol

I got the memory of a goldfish. had to open Tumblr 3 times just now to remember I was supposed to be answering this and not scrolling

anyway. hankford. yes. under cut

- these two have the second-most history together after Hank and Doc. like they were the og team way before the SQ ever became an official thing

- Sanford was a little iffy about working with Nevada's Most Wanted at first. he took the job for the money more than the work itself. Hank, on the other hand, felt that having a partner forced onto him would slow him down

- the friendship happened nearly immediately during their first meeting. Sanford found Hank a little odd but in an endearing way. Hank liked Sanford's calm demeanor since other people's excitement feeds his own. it was soothing to be around him

- the first mission went. not great. and that was due to bad intel more so than Hank and Sanford. they pulled through but not without excessive destruction and serious injury. Hank took the brunt of it shielding Sanford from an explosion, the left side of his body full of shrapnel and more or less immobilized

- Sanford didn't just drag him out of the wreckage, he picked him up and carried his ass to the extraction point

- that initial fondness they had for each other quickly grew into a newfound respect and trust. they worked well as a team from there on out, lacking finesse but making up for it tenfold with firepower and brute force

- Hank doesn't drink but still goes when Sanford invites him out during downtime. they stick to hole-in-the-wall bars in sketchy areas since Hank's presence isn't exactly subtle, but it works out fine since those places are less busy than the rest of Central's nightlife

- they actually get closer after being split up. Hank refuses to take another partner because no one else is going to be as competent as Sanford and even though Sanford gets saddled with the newest loser at the SQ he makes a point of spending more downtime with Hank

- going out on weekends turns into sparring matches between missions that leave them both bloodied and bruised; nights spent in, usually in Sanford's room, either watching TV together or Hank watching San build his explosives; nostalgia so thick it's suffocating on the rare occasions that they do get to work together

- the actual relationship kinda happened all at once. Hank didn't pick up on the flirting like. at all. and Sanford tried like hell to be subtle with lingering touches and compliments and pet names and Hank just. didn't get it

- the solution? Sanford very bluntly told Hank that 1) he liked him and enjoyed his company and 2) he wanted to date him, no room for ambiguity or misunderstandings

- Hank blue-screened for a solid 10 seconds before it sunk in what Sanford had just said to him

- from there, not a lot actually changed between them. their downtime is spent the same, although Sanford becomes a lot less subtle with the affection

- they don't usually share a room unlike most couples within the SQ. Hank isn't keen on people knowing his personal business and more importantly anyone seeing Sanford as leverage against him. Sanford, on the other hand, doesn't tend to care what others think but he respects Hank's feelings on the matter

- Hank does weapon maintenance for Sanford. he has a harder time expressing his feelings outwardly and this is just one of his own ways of letting Sanford know that he cares about him

- Sanford taught Hank how to slow dance. some nights they'll spend a few hours listening to older music and swaying with each other

- Hank likes to cook. Sanford likes to stand in front of the drawer Hank needs to get into at the worst of times

- Sanford has dipped and kissed Hank exactly once and Hank won't ever let him do it again because of how flustered it made him

- said this before but I'm dying on this hill, Sanford calls Hank "doll"

- alternatively "darlin"

- they're both fascinated by each other's scars. every time someone gets a new one the other makes sure to kiss it at least once

- a handful of people at the SQ think something is going on between them, but for the most part people tend to assume they're just bros. just guys being dudes. being men

[brisquad-unit-4402]

happy 100 followers! may i request 2,4, 27, and 38 as well as 2 and 14 of the mature prompts with mysta and luca?

thank you, it's been very happy! i've actually been sitting on this one for a while, and you might notice the mature stuff isn't there. you see, i got a bit itchy about putting only the mature stuff under the read more and forcing people to look at this lengthy af post above the cut, plus i felt bad about having the sfw requests done for so long while the mature ones weren't. so once i finished the mature requests, i updated this post with a link underneath. i appreciate the requests!

part 2 here. not intended for minors. ↣

tags: established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive, gender neutral reader, kissing in the rain, cuddling,

⚠️ making out in mysta 27

⚠️ minor arachnophobia mention in mysta 38

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🦊 Mysta Rias

2. surprise date

Mysta doesn’t need much to be happy. Don’t get him wrong, spending time with you in a shared space is a perfect routine. But he’s also spontaneous, and too much time in one location gets him stir crazy, even if it’s with someone he loves.

He gets home early one day, pecks you on the cheek, and tells you put on something pretty, we’re getting dinner. Then he’s out of the room just as quickly as he came, and when you step out ready to leave it’s like he’s been waiting for an eternity.

He takes your hand, and your arm slightly bounces from his grasp as you walk.

The scenery shifts from city to calm, until he leads you inside a restaurant, and it’s only when you’re seated on the patio that you realize it’s not a patio at all. Your feet rest on solid wood, but the sound of waves along the lakeside restaurant sets you at peace.

Your nose is buried in the menu until Mysta taps the corner of the laminated booklet. When you lower it, he gestures to where the sky meets the lake.

The world is glazed golden sunset. Rays of orange and red along the bleary sun as it sinks into glittering waters that reflect the sunset above.

"Cool," he says, as if the sparkling lemonade lake isn’t enough to take his breath away. He's more satisfied at your expression than the water. "I couldn’t remember if the sun was supposed to set now or an hour later."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

4. surprise hug

With utmost care, you slip past the door silently and creep into Mysta’s streaming room.

His desk is at the corner, facing the wall and the monitors against it. One screen displays stream options and statistics, while the other flickers to Mysta’s ending screen just in time. He bobs side to side in his chair, even though his model is no longer on stream. “Koninnit! Bye-bye, everyone, until next stream!”

He continues swaying in his seat for a few more seconds while the Mystakes click off of his channel. You inch closer. The room is a standard-size office, but the distance has never felt so monumental before. Each step is muffled against the carpeting.

When the screen goes black, Mysta sits still for a moment. Then his shoulders sink. He lets out a sigh, as he always does, how he grounds himself out of his stream persona and back into the real world.

He stretches, long arms reaching up to the ceiling. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up from gaming, and the muscles along his forearm flex as he extends.

You take the opportunity to swivel his chair around.

Mysta’s eyes, previously closed, widen in a shock of electric blue and peach as he yelps in surprise—

—And you wrap yourself around him, buried in his collar and hands around his back.

His posture is straight from the shock. You nuzzle closer to his neck. Your lips skim along the bare skin, not so much to be a kiss but more than enough to suggest one.

"I missed you," you hum, quiet in the absence of the stream. All to yourself, you and Mysta alone.

Mysta's shoulders relax. His arms roll down under your grasp, and he lets out a breath again. This time it's deep enough that his chest brushes against yours before lowering with the exhale. His fingers curl between your shirt and the ends of your hair. “I’m here.”

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27. kissing in the rain

On your free day, you and Mysta decided to take advantage of the nicely cloudy weather and go on a walk away from the sun.

“Oh, great, it’s raining!”

“Hang on, okay? We’re almost home!”

And what once seemed like a good idea was cut short by a sudden, steady rain.

To be fair, it should’ve been expected. You had a sinking feeling it was too dark to be a simple cloudy day.

Whether you expected it or not, the rain pattered along your back as you lowered your head and sped up your pace. You already feel a shiver coming on.

“Don’t get lost.” Mysta takes your hand in his, while the other pulls his cap down over his face. His sunglasses are splattered with water, and so is his shirt. The wet fabric follows the contours of his body.

Your cheeks puff with mock indignation. “I’m not going to get lost, Mysta, I just want to get home!”

“Just making sure, okay? Let’s get you there. Hop up.”

He approaches a curb, and his shoes splash at a forming puddle as he helps you up. Gentlemanly, but you don’t need him to guide you like a child, either.

As the steady rain turns to a downpour, you keep an eye out at the shops along the way to your home. You focus on the jutting architecture, and how well it covers the ground below.

It doesn’t take you long to find an awning sandwiched between two stores in a shallow alleyway. The ground below is speckled with raindrops, but there are still patches of dry pavement underneath.

“This way, Reader—“

“I don’t think so,” you say, and before Mysta can lead you away, you divert and bring him to the alley instead.

Water still peppers your shoulders as you duck under the awning, but it’s much less than the rain beyond. Mysta shakes himself off like a dog, and it does nothing but pop his open collar out more. Rain drops down his neck and to his freshly exposed chest. “Do you really think we can wait it out—mmph!”

You’re not sure. You didn’t think further than kissing him stupid. His lips are slick with rainwater, and your tongue mixes it into saliva as you pry him apart, a hammer’s end to a nail.

Each curl of your tongue is another moment savored. Mysta: gentlemanly, caring Mysta, who wants to get you home safe and leads you along his way; and seems to have forgotten that you know how to deviate from the path with him following.

Mysta remembers now, and explores your mouth with the same familiarity as the path home he was so intent on walking before you made your move. Whatever he wanted to say, it’s nothing important, and he forgets it in favor of your taste, rainwater, mouths connected, your hand on his waist, the breath cold against his wet skin right above the lip you seem so eager to tear open and devour—

A splash of water breaks you before he does.

Your eyes snap open just in time to see a downpour of collected rain crash right over your bodies. You hiss like a witch while he squeaks like a mouse, and the slope of the awning only makes it worse, like sitting under a blurred waterfall.

You both gasp out loud, breathless and shocked, totally soaked down to the bone. Your hair hangs over your face, and you part it out of your eyesight in time to see Mysta react. The ears of his hat point downwards as he struggles to catch his breath.

The corners of your mouth raise, and the rainwater washes your adventurousness into embarrassment instead. You clumsily catch your breath. “Maybe we should get back out there again…”

Mysta snatches you up instead.

One greedy hand presses your back close to him, while the other guide your chin to stay by his trembling mouth. His skin is so cold but he’s intent on you, you can see it in his reddened lips and his eyes so bright they could glow in the overcast, and, right, he wanted to lead you earlier.

The splattering rain pales in comparison as Mysta grumbles, “How much wetter can we get, anyways?”

His hand positions your head for a kiss of his own, and the water doesn’t cross past your lips this time.

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38. falling asleep while cuddling

Mysta fidgets often in his sleep, but he only thrashes around like this when he isn’t resting right. Usually after nights like these, he’s bleary and groggy in the morning, and adds another shot of espresso to his coffee.

Then you hear him whimper, and nights like these are even rarer. He’s having a nightmare.

"Mysta?" Careful not to startle him, you rest your hand on his arm and call his name. "Mysta, baby. Wake up."

He cries again as you whisper to him, and when you reach out to his shoulder he snaps back to life. The whimper turns to a sharp, sudden gasp as his eyes break open. Blue and pink colors the darkness, but they're filled with fear.

Then they go shut again, and Mysta drags his hands over his face as he groans.

It takes him a moment before he utters an exhausted but grateful "Thanks."

"No problem. Are you okay?"

"I don't know, is there a giant spider in the corner of the ceiling?"

“Nope. You’re clear.”

“That’s good then.” Mysta sighs. His eyes open through the cracks between his fingers. “That was fucking awful.”

You rub his arm in an attempt to soothe him. “You up for talking about it?”

“I guess? There isn’t much to talk about. I was trapped in this huge web, and this nasty-ass tarantula was just sat there staring at me.” His hands drag down to the edge of his chin as he frowns. "I don't know. The last thing I remember was the spider spitting a bunch of webbing all over me, and I couldn't move no matter what I did. And I couldn't see because of all the webs over my eyes."

You suck some air through your teeth. "That sounds horrible."

"I hope I don't dream about it again." Mysta looks dreary. Much better than he did while he was still asleep, but his expression is tense, and he focuses on the ceiling of the room. His breathing is audible, a quiet but slow cycle as he tries to calm himself down.

You shuffle closer to him, and as you do, you reach your hand to his face. He exhales as your fingers glide along his cheek. Soft skin rests along the cup of your palm as he nuzzles closer to you.

"Baby." You thumb over his milky-white skin. "Shh, it's okay. You're safe."

Your touch makes him produce a low, guttural hum, leftover from his exhaustion. He soaks it up like a plant to water. “Can you keep doing that?”

Of course you can. You murmur affirmations as Mysta’s eyelashes flutter. The pace gets slower the longer you go on, little whispers of safety and comfort, and pledges over how nothing can harm him, not while you’re beside him.

You brush a wisp of hair away from his eyes as he looks up at you. Still blue and pink, and still full of fear, but there is vulnerability, and the strength to be vulnerable.

Mysta averts his gaze. His breath hitches, and he hesitates to ask, but he musters up all his courage. The request is barely audible. “Can I… can I hold you?”

“Of course you can.”

You bring yourself closer to him, and before anything else Mysta sinks into your collar. Uneven breaths run along your neck and the beginnings of your chest. His arm comes next. The fingers along your back tentatively trail along the outline of your body, resting along your edges before continuing to roam, like he’s committing everything about you to memory.

A hand rises along your spine and down to your hips, before eventually resting at the space on your back underneath your shoulder. Small, broken circles press into your skin. He’s shaking. Every movement is conscientious, and he’s delicate as he takes you in, like one sudden movement would snap you in half.

So you close the distance. You feel the heat of Mysta’s body just next to yours, a reminder that you’ll always be here for him, which invites him to take a chance. The delicate circles go forgotten as he desperately and suddenly clings to you, his chest against yours, and his hand attached to the lifeline along your back. He buries his head even further into you, and his breathing is labored under trembling lips.

He embraces you as an extension of himself. The one that can keep him grounded. You caress his face in silent comfort as he holds onto you for dear life, even after his heartbeat slows and his breathing loses its sound, just puffs of air on your nape. His eyes close as you loosely scratch his head, like a puppy.

Mysta doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night, even when his arm goes slack and his body matches the rise and fall of rest. When you wake up, it’s to his peaceful sleeping face.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

2. surprise date

You probably should've been suspicious once Luca announced that he was taking you on a surprise date tomorrow, then told you to wear your shabbiest pair of jeans. And to bring a pair of sunglasses. And to wake up early in the morning.

No matter what you asked him, though, he would always evade your questions with a wink if you were lucky and a smirk if you weren't.

Luca woke you up so early the sun wasn't even up outside, but at least he helped you groggily get through your morning routine and guided you to the car. He took the wheel, and in a matter of minutes you were back to dreamland.

A bump in the road shook you awake again, and luckily this time you rubbed the sleepy out of your eyes much easier than that morning. Luca was still driving with no sign of stopping, but the sun was starting to rise now, a hazy orange glow over bumfuck, nowhere. All you could see for miles were green fields and glades, and the occasional farmhouse.

"Where are we?"

"In the Sugondese."

"Very funny, Luca." You stretched about as well as you could while still strapped in the seat. "Seriously, though, we're in the middle of nowhere. Are you about to tie up some loose ends?"

"You'll just have to wait and see!"

You slump over. "Great. My mafia boyfriend is about to leave me for dead in the middle of the wilderness where no one can find me." You looked at Luca. "You remember my final wish if I have to die by your hands, right? You have to deliver a monologue explaining your master plan like a B-list villain if you have to kill me."

Luca snorts. "Daddy, chill. I'm not going to kill you, Reader, just be patient a little while longer. We're almost there."

He asks you how you slept, and natural conversation flows from there. You get so immersed in talking that you barely even notice when the car slows and Luca pulls over. He hurries out so he can open the door for you, a habit he insists is gentlemanly but comes across more puppyish than anything.

You step out. "So where are we?"

"Follow me."

You take his hand as you do. The dirt road kicks up a little as you trod through in your sneakers, and grass threatens to overtake the edge of the road. Luca leads you ahead down a walking path between trees.

"Oh, woah..."

You try to say something, but your voice falls flat as the trees part and give way to a stretch of farmland. Ripe, red berries dot the prim rows of crops, adorned with healthy bushels of foliage and an occasional white bloom between the fruit. Morning dew sparkles along the berries, rubies under the sunrise.

You whisper, like speaking would wreck the farmland. "I mentioned the other day I was craving strawberries, didn't I?"

"You like it?"

"Luca, I love it. I can't believe you planned this even though I barely remembered that myself."

"I just wanted to do something nice for you. I got us a time slot to pick our own strawberries! So once we get down there, you can take as many as you can hold in a basket, just for us."

"You're such a sweetheart," you replied. Luca chuckles once before he looks away with a hand behind his neck. The sunrise casts a warm glow on his face.

He turns when he recomposes himself, and his strong features are outlined by the shadow of the sun. Even then, it still glints off the morning-dew strawberries and along his golden hair. "Only one way to get there. Take my hand?"

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4. surprise hug

You look up from your phone periodically. You texted Luca that you got to the street corner earlier than expected for your date today, and he told you to stay put since he was nearly there. Even then, you stand by a bush of flowers along the sidewalk and a lamppost, looking around for your date to no avail.

You squint at the timestamps of your conversation. He should be here by now...

Surprise overtakes you as darkness clouds over your vision. Two warm hands clasp themselves over your eyes, a wall of inky black, and you yelp at the sudden blindness.

"Guess who?"

You already had an idea, but that vibrato confirmed it.

"Lucaaa!" You scold. "My heart nearly jumped out of my chest!"

"Sorry! I couldn't help myself."

"Don't worry about it. Just—can you let me see already—mmph."

Luca spins you around, and you get a glimpse of the street before the darkness swallows you up again. He hugs you.

You thought his hands were warm before, but that's nothing compared to how he holds you close to his heart. He rests his head, and the side of his face squishes as he presses one cheek to yours. Luca is big and strong, and the way that he holds you so tightly is only a reminder. His sleeves are rolled up, and his forearms flex along as he happily hums along with the hug.

He turns his head to peck you on the cheek. Then he pushes you back by the shoulders, and light floods your vision, and just like that, the hug is over.

Luca's hands are still on your shoulders. "I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?"

You can take in the world just fine, but you're having trouble processing. The hug was so sudden, but Luca's warmth still lingers over your skin and under your cheeks.

"I'm fine," you say in a vain attempt to recompose yourself.

"Really? You look kind of red. Were you out in the sun for a while?"

"It's not the sun." But it might as well be, considering how bright your man shines in your eyes. "Let's get going, okay?"

He nods, the moment already forgotten to him while it's all you can think about. When he places his arm at the small of your back to walk beside you, the ghost of the hug returns, and you lean in closer to him as the date begins.

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27. kissing in the rain

It was such a nice day out, you think. You stare through the window in the door to your yard. What happened?

The abrupt rain totally took you by surprise. The sun beat down your back all day today while you and Luca did some chores outside. It was so sunny, in fact, that Luca figured he would work out under the sun instead of at the gym. He hasn't come back inside, even after the rain began.

In fact, you watch him lay face-up in the grass as the rain continues to pour.

You throw on some rain boots and walked onto the porch. The roof of your home just barely covered your head, but the wind casts some of the rain along your clothes. "Luca? Are you okay?"

"Oh, Reader!" He pops up like a jack-in-the-box. His hair sticks to his forehead and frames his smile. "Come with me! It feels great!"

"Sounds like a great way to catch a cold, if you ask me."

"Just for a moment?"

You hesitate. Even though Luca loves the sun, the last few days have been unpleasantly hot for you, but the weather now is just the right temperature, and he looks so happy standing there in the rain...

You take a cautious step out from the roof's shelter, and flinch as beads of water meets your skin directly. Cold rain runs down your closed eyes. It thrums along the porch in steady waves, and the grass crunches under the drops.

The sound of the grass makes way to footsteps along your porch. Luca is by your side. "I've got you!" In a fluid motion, he sweeps you off your feet and into his arms like royalty. You throw your arms around his neck as he carries you, and holds you closer as he steps into the downpour with hearty laughter.

He covers you and takes the majority of the rain while you slowly adapt to the weather. "Not so bad, is it?"

"Okay, okay. I'll admit it." You can't help giggling. His laughter is infectious. "You're right."

Once you get used to the rain, he swirls you in a loose circle. A breeze kicks up from the momentum, cool along the beads of water on your skin, and you inch closer as the rainwater seeps into your clothes. Luca cradles you like a precious treasure. Even as his laughter patters out, his lavender eyes are trained on you.

His gaze falls down your face, and like the rain itself, his kiss is light but just enough to send shivers down your spine.

Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the kiss, slow and soft and so delicate it melts in your mouth. The fingers around Luca's nape rise into his wet hair. They pull him in closer, and savor the chill turning calm as the kiss tastes sweeter.

The rain nearly drowns out the sound when you part, but you catch the cute little chu as Luca's lips leave yours. You don't open your eyes. Rainwater trails down your skin, but the lower half of your face stays untouched. You know why: you can still feel the cool, crisp edge of Luca's breath along the margin of your lip.

You lean forward and pull him back in, and the weather is nothing compared to the way Luca warms your heart.

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38. falling asleep while cuddling

He's drifting off again. Luca's eyes haven't blinked open in a few minutes, and it's as adorable as it is funny. He insisted on watching a movie with you tonight, but rested his head on your chest as you cuddled on the couch instead of being the big spoon like you were so used to.

You connected the dots about twenty minutes into the movie after watching him slowly close his eyes and let his head roll, only to startle himself awake a few minutes later. This has been happening on repeat ever since the movie started.

Luca exhales, and his tattooed chest falls. Is he snoring?

"Luca?" You whisper. "You ready to go to bed?"

It takes a moment before he sleepily hums. It takes him even longer to remember how to speak with a low, grumbly voice. "...'M awake."

"Sure, sure." His eyes are still shut, so he doesn't notice how you look down at him with fondness. He's so cute nestled along your body like this. You're used to Luca being so energetic when you're all alone and the movie goes forgotten as white noise, he looks youthful and innocent. Calm.

A strand of blond hair lays over his eyelashes. You thumb it out of the way, so careful not to interrupt his sleepy face, but his head turns just in time to meet the palm of your hand.

"Seriously." Your heart melts. "So cute."

"Yeah, 'm awake..."

Clearly not awake enough to hear you correctly. Your thumb circles around where his head rests, small and subtle. Luca yawns and nuzzles closer into your hand as he repositions, your body as his pillow.

As boisterous as he is in action, it's these moments you appreciate the most, between the action and adventure and all the glamour that comes with being a mafia boss. He's your knight in shining armor that swears to protect you with his life, but he's so still in your arms, and there is so much trust in the way your fingers curl at his jawline.

He really is cute, but he wouldn't let anyone else in the world adore him as much as you do.

Luca lets out a tiny snore.

"Awake, my ass." The corners of your mouth curve upwards anyways. "Love you, silly."

The rise and fall of Luca's chest is rhythmic, and his warmth drags you down into comfort. You close your eyes, and the song of his light snores lulls you to sleep.

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✧. ┊ event post ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[midnightsun-if]

okay another classic ask, on a scale of 1 to 10, how resistant are the ros to mc giving them puppy eyes? +does it change from pre/early relationship to deep relationship? and how resistant are they to others?

I'll go with the scale that 0 is not swayed at all and 10 is not resistant in the slightest.

Koda

Pre-Relationship: A solid 8. He has absolutely no defense structure in place for puppy eyes. He won't always be swayed by them but for the majority of the time he will be.

Relationship: When in the relationship stage? It'll be a solid and blaring 10. What little defense he did have will be completely gone at that point.

Other People: Around a 5. He's resistant, mainly because he's not close to them, but if it's a child? A solid 10 again.

Scarlett

Pre-Relationship: An absolute 0, might even go into the negatives. You'd have an easier time swaying an actual dead body before ever doing so to her.

Relationship: When it's the actual relationship stage it'll entirely depend on her mood. If she doesn't feel like humoring you, or you've potentially been a brat, then it's a 0. If it's just a normal day? You wouldn't have to use puppy eyes to begin with, she'd already give you anything you wanted.

Other People: That person better move on quickly...

Cyrus/Cyra

Pre-Relationship: Around a 4. They're fairly resistant to puppy eyes, but they might humor you every once in a while.

Relationship: It'll go up to about a 6, but they'll still be fairly resistant to them. Though they may find themself being swayed more often than not, because it's just you being you.

Other People: Around a 0-1. Completely resistant to it.

Quinn

Pre-Relationship: Around a 7. They aren't the most resistant but they do have their moments. Will more than likely cave after only a few minutes of being exposed.

Relationship: It'll stay the exact same way, Quinn will be the same amount of resistant as before, until they ultimately cave once more.

Other People: About a 4. It just depends on the person, but Quinn may be able to be swayed.

Caden

Pre-Relationship: Around a 2. They don't really pay attention to that sort of thing and had to deal with Christian doing the exact same thing when he tries to get what he wants-- they're fairly immune to the entire thing.

Relationship: It'll go up to about a 4, only for the fact that it's you doing the puppy eyes, but they're still pretty much resistant to the entire thing.

Other People: They'll completely ignore it. 0.

Sloane

Pre-Relationship: Around a 5 or 6. They like the pretend that it doesn't affect them, but they'll end up doing what you asked anyway. Even if they actually don't realize they're doing it, to begin with.

Relationship: It rises to about a 9. They become pretty much completely susceptible to the expression and will do almost anything whenever it appears.

Other People: 1. Depending on the mood you catch them in.

Blake

Pre-Relationship: Like Sloane, they like to pretend it doesn't affect them, but it absolutely does. The only difference? They're at a solid 10 already.

Relationship: Doesn't even try to hide it anymore, and will still proudly be at a solid 10 when it comes to puppy eyes.

Other People: 3. Blake is a fairly giving person already, which means people don't tend to use puppy eyes on them.

Reginald/Regina

Pre-Relationship: They can be quite dense at times, and they'd, at first, not understand what the hell you were trying to do: What are you doing with your face? Are you ill? Which means they're at the left end of the scale, probably around a 1 or 2.

Relationship: When actually in a relationship? They'll probably raise to about a 5 or 6. They still probably wouldn't recognize the look, barring certain circumstances, but when they do? They're more than likely going to fold to it.

Other People: 0. They barely noticed it with the person they're interested in. Do you really think they'll notice it with anyone else?

[rigginsstreet]

Okay, I understand hating S2 Br*cas. Tell me, what is it about Seasons 1 and 3 that made sense to you? But yeah, I suppose your opinion on the fandom/show pitting them against each other is fair 😊 I just think I’m at a point in life where I can love all of the main characters in their own ways. Plus, I can’t view them the way I did as a teenager/in my 20’s. Besides, the worst characters for me are Nicki and Felix. Those two are a hard NO for me 😒😤 How did you find their characters?

season 1 theyre just creating a typical love triangle as is par for the course in teen dramas so while i dont want to see them together... fine. i get what youre doing from a writing perspective. lucas and peyton obviously cant get together happily in season 1 you need the drama. naley is already there to fulfill the core couple role. having both naley and leyton wouldve been too fast too soon. you need lucas having a sloppy love life cuz it also provides the balance for the switch in nathan and lucas from how they are at the beginning of the season vs the end

season 3 idk i guess because season 2 was such a shlog to get through for them that by season 3 its like whatever might as well keep going down this road. plus the rest of the season is so solid on its own that br*cas can be easily overlooked for me lol and also we're really getting back into leyton even just as friends and its so so funny playing that against br*cas as a couple and looking at which relationship is clearly stronger

nicki is just funny like i dont even care if shes horrible. she makes me laugh. and shes hot. and sometimes thats enough to sway me. obviously in her beef with peyton im picking peyton but nicki does still entertain me. felix.... he had potential but it was just not in the cards for him. if he was written different he couldve been interesting but what we got was just ... idk i dont hate him or anything but i definitely dont care about him

[nirvanawrites111]

Escape With You (Taemin x Reader)

Genre: Fake Relationship, Dom reader/sub idol, angst

Warning: strong language, sexual language, sub!idol smut not in part 1 but Part 2 will have it.

Pairing: Taemin x Fem Reader, Minho x Fem Reader

She/ Her pronouns

Word count: 1540

Y/N is in a fake relationship with Minho and you have your eye on Taemin.

"I am so ready to leave this boring ass party," Key says. You watch him sway to the music, and his gaze wonders around the hotel ballroom.

You couldn’t agree with him more, but it’s not your place to agree. You were a newbie to the group of men you were standing with.

Truth be told you are tired of fake laughing at this SM company party. Regardless of you being in a room full of celebrities, you weren’t starstruck.

It wasn’t your first type of party where you were instructed to wear a simple designer black dress, not too flashy, but fit your body perfectly.

You are used to maneuvering within a posh environment with tons of wealth around you.

One of the many perks of being a serial dater of men in the entertainment industry. You enjoy this type of scene for the live entertainment, endless food and drinks, and the opportunity to be around wealthy people.

You scan through the sea of people, and your eyes stop at the chamber quartet playing music. Your ears perk up, but you still can’t tell what song is playing.

Choi Minho's anchored arm has been around your thick waist the entire night. You made an intentional effort to touch his chest gently, hang on to his every word each time he spoke, and maintain solid eye contact with him.

You even found yourself occasionally wiping his face whenever he needed. You are going the extra mile to display intimacy between you.

Hell, it wasn’t like it was a chore. The man is utterly attractive, with his tan, olive skin that glows, a boyish smile that would make any man or woman melt.

Not to mention his cute close-cut haircut, and tonight he is wearing the hell out of that tailored black suit. Even through the suit, you can see that he takes care of him body.

Who wouldn’t want this man to be glued to them at this type of event? The man is dripping sex appeal, and still behaves in a modest way that is admirable. On paper, he’s the perfect guy.

You snap out of your thoughts and observations of Minho and tune into the men around you.

Now they are criticizing the new song that is now playing to replace the live quartet. You didn’t know the name when they mentioned them, but you assume they are a younger group.

You don’t follow K-pop like that, but even before tonight, you were aware of SHINEE's impact on the industry.

“Music sounds too rushed these days,” Onew takes another sip from his mixed cocktail.

"I agree the vibe is different from when we debuted," Minho added.

You tune back out of the conversation, because something else is on your mind. If you could be honest with yourself, you would admit that Minho isn’t your type.

Your eye is on someone else tonight. You can’t stop staring at him. His awkward giggles, random jokes, and constantly inserting himself into the convo made you curious.

You definitely have a type, and no matter where you go, you always seem to attract men just like him.

"Y/N, what type of work do you do?" Key asked, but by his high-pitched tone, and judgmental stares all night. He already knows what you do. Maybe he does, or perhaps he doesn’t.

"I'm an accountant," you quickly reply.

You were used to being put on the spot and making small talk. You aren’t an accountant, but no one ever asks for details once you tell them that.

"Ahh, is that how you met, Minho?" Key's eyes dart from you and over to your date. You aren’t going to let Minho fumble to try to lie to his bandmate.

One of your greatest gifts is being able to read a man.

So, like the professional you are, you smile softly and say, “Actually, we met at a coffee shop. We kinda bumped into each other,” You place your hand on Minho’s chest and wink at him.

"And that turned into a conversation and later cute text exchanges," you say, looking into his dark brown eyes. As you lean in closer, you expect Minho to pick up on your lead, and embrace you.

Minho leans closer to you to quickly sneak a quick kiss. You can tell he wasn't used to PDA, but is willing to go the extra mile to convince his bandmates that you two have something going on. The peck was short and sweet.

Once you pull back, you innocently laugh, as you see Key's jaw drop.

"This is surprising... if you like it, then I love it," Key said.

"Yeah, thanks," Minho blushes, and his response makes it seem believable.

But, it didn't seem to move Onew. You pan your attention over to Taemin, who also seems indifferent about you being with Minho.

"I'm going to the restroom," Taemin abruptly leaves the group of friends.

Your eyes follow him as he moves through the crowd of people.

"He's a little weird," Minho clears his throat and says.

"Yeah, I don't know what his deal is. He's been acting a bit weird all night. I'm going to grab another drink," Key walks over in the direction of the bar.

Maybe the kiss made them uncomfortable. You didn't regret it, though. You tune out those negative thoughts.

Now, Onew and Minho are discussing things you don’t seem to care about.

Your mind is still curious about someone else. You want to talk to Taemin, but you need to get him alone. Away from everyone else so you can see the real him.

Without notifying Minho, you feel your feet move underneath you, and you carefully move through the sea of people to the balcony.

You walk all over the balcony, but you can’t seem to find him. You turn around and walk over to the other end. Your heart races as you think about what you would say.

Would he reject your advances? He seems to be interested by his constant glances and the way his eyes traveled your body the entire night.

You weren't actually dating Minho. It was just a ploy to protect his actual relationship.

Did you misread Taemin’s actions and picked up the wrong vibe?

You stop in your tracks when you find him in the corner of the balcony. Your mind starts to spin about what made him retreat from everyone else.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come here,” his tone sounds giddy. He continues to stare at the night skyline.

You smile when you look on the rail to see his nails are painted black.

Where he stood there is a flower wall that is blocking the view of the door. You take your chance to walk closer to him.

You stand behind him, and press your body against his. You love how warm he feels in front of you. You run your hands along his arms to feel his smooth soft skin thanks to the fact that he rolled his sleeves up earlier.

You felt a vibration go through your body when your fingers touch his skin. You lead your fingers down the middle of his back.

“So, you already know I want you,” your fingertips move from his back, and carefully around to the front of his neck. You turn him around to face him with your right hand still on you.

Taemin let out a tiny moan in response to your touch. “I’ve been watching you all night literally eye fuck me. When we first greeted each other at the dinner table, and just then on the dance floor,” he says.

You give his bare neck a bit of a squeeze and turn him around to face you.

Usually, a submissive would be startled by your sudden forwardness, but Taemin still has a sexy smirk while your fingers wrap around his throat.

The cool air blows against your skin and flows through his jet black hair that is past his shoulder.

You took a few moments to take in his features. You wanted nothing more than to suck on his juicy full lips, plant soft, gentle kisses on his nose, and watch his dark brown focus on you as he pleases you.

You had all these thoughts in your head all night. It's been a minute since a man has sparked your attention in this way.

"You sure are mouthy for a sub," you say. You lean close to him, and place your hands behind him on the railing.

"Nothing you can't handle," Taemin looks up into your eyes. You like a bit of a challenge. This is the excitement you’ve been looking for this evening.

"I'm sure you were tied up a lot with your last DOM," you grab both of his hands in a swift. You thought of all the ways you would tie him up.

"Maybe maybe not... but I am sure you would like to find out, " he taunts.

"Please... I will have you whimpering like a bitch in five minutes. I got something special for mouthy brats like you," you reply.

"Make me whimper, then,” Taemin throws your words back at you. You step closer to him. But, you hear the balcony door open, and footsteps approach you.

Part 2

[certified-dumbass02]

Gold Rush (pt.1)

A college AU.

Yelena is a playgirl….but really she’s just a huge flirt who’s been too chicken to really do anything for the last year because she’s secretly just as in love with you as you are with her.

Inspired by the always excellent @peachbear88 and Taylor Swift’s gold rush. Split into two parts because I thought it was getting too long.

~*~

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

To be fair, she’s the death of pretty much everyone she crosses paths with on campus. Her prowess has, unsurprisingly, earned her several flattering - to her, since she laughs and preens at them - nicknames: Russian Assassin, Femme Fatale…Black Widow.

With her devastatingly gorgeous good looks, frustratingly charming personality, and annoyingly enduring popularity as one of the star athletes at the university, Yelena is never short of admirers.

What’s worse is she’s fully aware of her affect on others; men, women, everything in between - they all flock to her in a crowded room, clamoring to hear the Russian lilt she inherited from her immigrant parents glide silkily over a sarcastic quip or flirtatious comment.

Being around her is like being underwater, or being sucked into a black hole; reality just doesn’t seem quite the way that it normally does. People seem to lose their sense around her, trip over themselves just to try and impress her for the night, or grab her attention.

It is for this reason that you steadily avoid Yelena.

The idea of being enamored with someone to the point of foolishness has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and eliciting that behavior just happens to be one of Yelena’s specialties.

You want no part of it.

As appealing as she is, and you can’t deny that she is, you’ve never seen yourself entering what would surely be an ill-fated endeavor with someone that everyone wants. The stubborn part of you that has always gone against the grain, that prides itself on individuality and refuses to jump on any bandwagon, will not permit you to step into the Widow’s web as most others do.

Unfortunately, despite your vow to steer clear of her, you always find yourself in her orbit. It’s not your fault, really, and it’s not a problem - at least not at first. It begins with a forced partnership, a group project for a class you share, and when she isn’t being an obnoxious, terrible flirt determined to get a rise out of you, you get along really well.

She’s intelligent, observant, and she makes you laugh - internally, of course. You won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that you actually enjoy her presence rather than just tolerate it; your other group members stroke her ego enough. When the project is over, you’re overcome with the startling realization that you might miss bantering with her. You let out a sigh of relief to be done with it, because you already know that further exposure to Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

Naturally, you are further exposed to Yelena Belova.

You two have always run in similar social circles, connected loosely by mutual friends and choice of hangout spot, but previously you’d managed to duck her prowling green gaze, at least as long as it would take her to find her toy for the evening. After you’d been placed on her radar, however, it becomes impossible to hide.

Any room you’re in, no matter how crowded, she finds you.

Time and time again, she seeks you out, her mob of admirers following. You find it amusing how ironic the situation is: they clamor for her attention, and are ignored while she clamors for your attention and you ignore her or coolly brush her off.

You know you have no business humoring her because the second you give in, you’ll just be the latest in a long line of people that she’s loved and left. You refuse to be taken for a ride.

(If you privately admit to yourself as you watch the sway of her hips and the flex of strong arms over the swell of her chest that it would be one hell of a ride, that’s nobody’s business but yours.)

The problems arise when she ceases flirting mercilessly and instead shifts into something resembling an actual human being, wiggling her way into conversations and debates with you that last throughout the night. She still flirts, of course, but you’re accustomed to it now. She grows on you and grows on you, and the moment she begins to be your friend you groan knowing you cannot stop the inevitable.

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

It’s been almost a year of being friends with Yelena, and you are miserably, ridiculously in love with her.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned after countless conversations, shared drinks and laughs, it’s that she’s annoyingly easy to fall in love with and annoyingly difficult to fall out of love with.

Your stupid heart beats faster whenever you see her stupid gleaming eyes and her stupid glossy blonde hair that always, always falls perfectly into place around her stupid pretty face; you feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs whenever you hear that raspy Russian drawl roll over your ears and you absolutely cannot stand it.

It’s stupid- she’s Yelena, and everyone still wants her. You’re stupid because you thought you could avoid joining that statistic, and it frustrates you to no end; it’s bad enough to develop feelings for Yelena, known playgirl, but it’s even worse when you develop feelings for Yelena, your best friend.

In an effort to get over her, you let your other best friend set you up on a date with one of their friends, hoping that it can turn you into something resembling your old self, because then you can get back to acting normally around Yelena instead of…whatever this is.

You meet up with your date at your favorite bar. It’s familiarity brings you comfort because you’ve always been awful at dates, and even if you don’t know this girl, you still feel nervous.

She introduces herself as Kate as you two settle into one of the more isolated tables in the corner of the bar, and you’re grateful she seems to make conversation much less anxiously and awkwardly than you do.

Kate is pretty and seems really nice; she’s bold when she flirts with you, which catches you off guard because you’re used to how Yelena flirts. You can’t really bring yourself to flirt back, because somehow it feels like a betrayal, but Kate is patient and takes it in stride. You find yourself not resenting your best friend’s pick as much as you thought you would, and an hour and two drinks pass by rather painlessly.

Kate gets up to go to the bathroom as you thumb the wet ring around your third drink, and consider the pros and cons of replying to the text Yelena sent you hours ago.

It is truly unfortunate that just as you sit your phone down without answering, determined to leave it alone, she walks into the bar.

Yes, you know this for sure: Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

You will be the death of Yelena Belova. She knows this.

You do not.

You are everything that enchants her and frustrates her; from the moment she’s partnered with you, she can’t stop thinking about you.

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl.

(“I’m an onion. I have layers,” she tells you one night early in your tentative friendship, and startles because it’s the first time you’ve ever laughed aloud at something she’s said; she decides immediately it’s her favorite sound and endeavors to elicit it any chance she gets.)

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl, but she knows when she wants something and she always pursues what she wants.

(��It sucks!” She laments one day to her sister. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as Y/N, and I can’t even do anything about it!”

Natasha glances unimpressed at her sister dramatically plopped onto the couch beside her. “You could always, I don’t know, ask Y/N out.”

Yelena grabs a pillow and shoved her face into it with a groan. “I’ve tried that, don’t you think I’ve tried that! Every time I flirt, I’m brushed off. I’m not taken seriously!”

“Well you do look like a clown, of course it’s hard to take you seriously.”

Natasha easily dodges the pillow flung at her head as Yelena scowls at her. “Not helping, Natasha.”

“Okay, okay,” Natasha holds her hands up in surrender. “What if you tried a different approach? Maybe ease up on the flirting and try acting like a friend first.”

“But I want to be more than friends,” Yelena pouts childishly, and Natasha blinks.

“I feel like I’ve just slipped into an alternate universe. Yelena Belova wants to enter a committed relationship,” Natasha deadpans and dodges another pillow aimed at her head.)

Yes, Yelena wants you and has wanted you for a very, very long time, but she’s got no clue how to tell you she loves you without you thinking she’s joking or misunderstanding her entirely.

(“Y/N, I looooove you,” she drawls one night, drunk as you ease her into the back of your car. You don’t know it, but it’s the first night she’s turned down a convenient partner because she just couldn’t get you off her mind. Afterwords, she wasn’t sure if she got so trashed in mourning or celebration and called you because you’re the only thing solid in her vodka haze.

You answered, assumed she’d needed a DD - which she did - and rushed to take her home.

She falls in love with you even more with how quickly you come to get her, how dependable you are even in the middle of the night.

So she tells you she loves you, over and over again, and you furrow your brow at her in your rear view mirror in confusion.

Then, you giggle because she starts singing loudly.

She pouts at your laugh, and you wonder what is going on in that pretty little head, completely unaware that the only thought running through it is you.

Yelena babbles more at you, love pouring from her lips over and over because she’s desperate for you to understand that you’re the most beautiful thing she’s seen as the moonlight glances off your cheekbones in your car and she’s never met someone who calls her on her shit and you make her laugh and-

“Alright, comrade. Let’s turn you on your side. There’s a trashcan right here, and a couple of water bottles and ibuprofen right there,” you say gently as you guide her into her apartment and into her bead. She clutches at you as you slide her shoes off, tries to tell you again, but you just shake your head with a smile.

She goes quiet, stunned by the sight of it.

You pat her on the head, pull the covers over her, and turn out the light. She makes a sound of protest as you say goodnight, but stirs no further, and you leave silently back to your apartment.

Yelena wakes up with a dry mouth, a headache, and a text from you that says:

Are you alive, comrade?

She furrows her brow because you’ve never called her that before and dials your number as she guzzles down her pills and water.

As it rings she remembers telling you everything, but can’t recall your response; it makes her heart beat more rapidly than when she runs.

“Good morning, comrade!” You chirp smugly, practically hearing her wince.

“Morning. What’s with the comrade, comrade?” Yelena asks, her hope tentatively rising because you don’t sound like someone totally disgusted with her for confessing her feelings.

You laugh, and she automatically smiles in response.

“Well, you were very chatty last night.”

Her hope blooms further in her chest, because finally, finally you understand she’s serious about you.

“But you were absolutely committed to your mother tongue. I don’t think you said one word in English the whole ride back to your place, besides my name.”

It is only then that she is overcome with the crushing realization that she spent the entire night professing her love to you in Russian, which you do not speak.

Yelena feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, but she forces a choked laugh out anyways as you go on. She’s thankful you do, because she’s not sure that after all the words she’d said last night uselessly that she has any words left in her.

“You know, you kept saying something, it sounded kind of like this,” you mimic the phrase, stumbling a little over the pronunciation but it’s almost perfect. It is perfect to her.

Those green eyes you adore so much well up in tears to hear you say “I love you” to her, especially to hear it in Russian. But it’s so, so cruel because you have no idea what you’re saying, no idea what she meant when she said it to you first.

She laughs again hopelessly, quickly changes the subject and lets you rant on and on about what you have to do that day.

When you get off the phone, she sighs and falls back into bed, playing the way you said I love you over and over in her head.)

Yelena loves you, and she knows you’ll be the death of her.

She becomes especially aware of this recently, when you start acting odd. You’re distancing yourself a bit because you’re in love with her so much it hurts, but she doesn’t know that and she’s bothered like never before.

So she finds herself at her favorite bar, which is also your favorite bar, to ease her nerves. She’s both surprised and thrilled to see you sitting in the corner table there, if a little confused. Still, she’s pulled to you like a magnet, like she’s been for the past year, and she approaches you with a grin.

Pt.2:

[black-coffee-and-sugar]

What the actual fuck

i had to sit with my thoughts on 6x18 for a while. you know every time i tell myself 'this is the worst episode' the sg writers say 'hold my beer'. this is the final season i can count all the genuinely good episodes on one hand with 3 fingers to spare. it's honestly so sad. the premiere injected me with so much promise, the phantom zone storyline was supposed to be the chance to explore kara as her own damn character again, 6b was going to give us all our endgames and the unity between the super friends that we've been robbed of for the past few seasons. but they have literally given us anything but that. for instance in this episode:

- started in such a strange place i actually had to check to make sure i didn't miss something

- cringe cringe cringe. why are the effects so bad

- fight scenes are so terribly choreographed. fire whoever is responsible

- william trusting otis with intel. super friends trusting the intel. especially lena. like come on, you should know otis better than the others and his relationship with your brother. you didn't think it was in the least bit suspect? the fuck happened to you lena???

- given how incompetent the super friends have been this entire season, im actually shocked that they managed to get those totems from nyxly

- nyxly's truth totem test used to further her contrived romance with lex and just like that, nyxly has ceased to exist as her own character. i was genuinely enjoying her as a villain up until this point

- andrea is actually not a nice person but i blame the writers for making her such a mean girl cut out instead of a complex, morally grey character. there's no actual motivation for her behaviour. her stock characterization, one dimensionality, one minute scenes this season is such a poor way to handle her. the only revelance she served was in 5x06 and i had hoped that they would spend more time with her as acrata and developing her friendship with lena, especially while lena was separated from kara and the super friends. but no, they didn't do that and im so irritated by this

- can't believe im saying this but william wasn't wrong with what he said to andrea. he wasn't. but he should just quit catco and go home. why isn't that an option?

- lena giving andrea solid advice. you know what that is? GROWTH

- idk how publishing lex's journals really does anything for catco or tainting lex's public image. if the trial didn't, the trial where he pretty much said "yes I wanted to mind control the world, what of it?" didn't convince the world he's evil and crazy, nothing will

- one of the most unbelievable things is that cat grant exists on earth prime and she's apparently quite fine with how catco, her baby, is a joke now

- alex cannot and does not understand kara's lived experience. "i was there" god y'all have no idea how that triggered me

- alex literally has two character traits: asshole cop and supportive sister. her reaction to kara's very reasonable suggestion about helping esme with her powers. is it a bad thing to use training wheels when you're learning how to properly ride a bike? the child doesn't know how to control her powers and it's overwhelming for her. taking steps to help manage that does not have to equate hiding and suppressing. it's just easing her into it while she learns control. like wtf was this scene

- kara apologized too why?

- lex getting all this character growth in these past 2 episodes is also triggering

- the way lex and nyxly are getting all this development and screentime when your MAIN CHARACTER GETS NOTHING

- lena on comms. Ooooh westallen vibes

- loving these kara and space dad scenes we've been getting recently

- brainia wtf. the crimes committed to this couple are UNENDING

- im assuming nia can't go to the future because she has a descendant there and this will basically become the same situation amaya was in on legends

- lena's little hip sway came too late in the episode to keep me invested

- but also can we take a minute to appreciate how hot everyone was looking this episode? even william

- william is allegedly "friends" with superheroes so my big question is, why wouldn't you call them instead of picking up a knife? you mean to tell me that the tower doesn't have a panic room or something? some internal lockdown sequence that is manual and therefore cannot be remotely disabled? is this a joke?

- i tried putting on my phone's video and putting it in perfect frame in 0.1 secs like william and it was not physically possible

- lex is an asshole yes but even him killing william made zero sense narratively

- andrea will be forever traumatized because she got william killed and you know what? im not even mad about that

- what does upset me is that william's death was not impactful. i think about tommy merlyn dying in arrow S1 or stein in legends S3 and how those deaths greatly impacted the main characters and the even the audience. but william's death did...nothing. even the super friends reaction to seeing him there on the floor bleeding out was...benign. it wasn't sad, it was stupid and unnecessary. but it fits the theme of them killing POC characters

- the bachelorette party lasted all of 2 minutes and honestly the episode should've ended there

- but also thinking about how short the party was, the lack of intimacy we saw from dansen and i am reminded that the cw is not interested in giving us real representation. don't let them fool you into thinking otherwise

- would also like to point out that all the couples were standing next to each other and it's very homophobic that supercorp and dansen were not grinding on their partners

- is it weird to have your dad at your bachelorette party? feels like it would be. honestly would've made sense for j'onn and eliza to babysit esme but no, they just had to get william involved and try (fail) to give him a "hero's death"

so what i gathered from this episode is no brainia, probably no supercorp, idk what is happening with andrea, lex and nyxly have become our main couple and that the super friends (comprised of a martian, kryptonian, 12th level intellect, dream energy wielding badass, genius billionaire/witch and 2 skilled vigilantes) need 2 men from the future and calvintown's paper editor to help them fight the big bads.

what the actual fuck

[talkfantasytome]

'Twas Never Meant to Be - An Opinion

I have a lot of thoughts about this, and really need to get them out. So, let's talk about Elain and Azriel.

First off, I want to warn you, this post is a beast. Like, over 7.5k words beast. It just kept going. I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to take out and, honestly, I didn't want to spend a lot of time heavily editing it. Tread knowingly. I will not be offended if anyone chooses not to read it, or not to read it all.

Secondly, I want to say that this post is not meant to be a pro-Gwynriel or pro-Elucian post. Regardless of my personal ships, I want to explain why I, personally, do not believe Elain and Azriel would be right for each other. And these reasonings go far beyond "because I'd prefer them with someone else". In fact, these beliefs and feelings are first and foremost in my mind when considering all three of these ships, and any feelings I may or may not have on other ships are always second to my belief that they would not be right together. I will do my best to keep Gwyn and Lucien out of the comparison, unless using them as a way to point to something that would be wrong between Elain and Azriel - versus stating any reason why the other would be right.

The first two reasons I will share are ones I have been holding on to for quite a while, and have only become stronger with more content (Silver Flames). I have, personally, not seen much around these two thoughts, but recognize that they may be out there already, as there is no new thought under the sun. So, here goes:

Step Away From the Characters

Honestly, my first reason really has nothing to do with the characters themselves at all, but it's something I can't get out of my head. It's a personal thing, I know, as everyone might see it differently, but I can't help but feel like the three brothers ending up with the three sisters would be too perfect, too convenient.

I know that it's a shit argument when talking about an SJM book, and the more I read about the series, and the more books that come out within it, the more I recognize this. It makes me sad. But personally, I can't get behind this storyline, this ending that is so perfect it makes my skin crawl. It's not how life works, and it doesn't really make sense. If it were three adoptive sisters, as the bat boys are, it would actually make more sense, because it would stand to reason that you would have a two groups that mirror each other. That one girl who mirrored Rhys, let's say, then befriended to the point of sisterhood ones that mirrored the boys that Rhys befriended to the point of brotherhood. But Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are sisters by blood, not by choice, and so it isn't an automatic that they would be that reflection to the boys. And even though the boys lived together, and weren't fully brought together by choice as much as Mrs. Rhys's mother, they still chose to stay together and be brothers.

We have never, not fully, seen the Archerons make those same choices. These boys live together (or used to), work together, truly share their lives. The Archerons don't. The girls were disconnected before becoming Fae, and they are still disconnected after it. You see it more clearly with Nesta, of course, trying to stay away from the group, stay separate. But you see it with Feyre and Elain too. You see how Elain practically gives up on Nesta, and how Feyre discredits and dismisses Elain as anything more than just a kind soul who likes to garden. You can't, for two seconds, convince me that the Archerons have as similar or as bonded relationships to each other as the bat boys, and that alone tells us that we should not expect them to mirror the boys.

I would also like to note, looking back at the characters for a second, that it has been observed by others how Feyre and Nesta do seem to have similar energies a lot. On top of that, you could argue that Nesta mirrors all three bat boys in one way or another. It's one theory as to why she and Rhys struggle so much with each other, because they're too similar. And, you can't convince me that Az and Nesta don't share a bond because of their own similarities. Nesta's fire was cold as ice. Rhys once observed Azriels rage as an 'icy rage'. I don't think I need to mention how Nesta mirrors Cassian, but it's there too. So, the fact that she would be the sister who ended up with a mate from the Night Court, one of these three brothers, just made a lot of sense. But Elain, who is so different from her sisters, she doesn't have that same energy. It's not a bad thing, but it helps make sense why she would be the one with a mate from outside this Court.

Beyond this, however, I still struggle with the three and three come together concept. And that's coming from someone who actually has, within her family, a story of two brothers marrying two sisters - my great grandparents (or great great, I can never remember). So, I know stuff like this does happen, though admittedly my only experience is with two and two, and naturally I do believe that the likelihood of the full group being with the full other group goes down with each additional number. Regardless of that, though, it is an author's job to tell a story that we can connect to, and having such convenient and perfect endings makes it difficult to do just that. Because life isn't like that.

So I struggle with the concept of this. Like I said, the more I get to know these books, this series, the more I understand that this is not a great argument for why Elain and Azriel aren't endgame considering how other things have played out, but I still think it's a good argument for why they shouldn't be. However, I would also say that the argument that they will end up together because it's three brothers and three sisters is completely off base and illogical, for reasons I've mentioned above. What is the purpose of that? How does that drive the plot and the story and world? How does it connect us to them better? It doesn't. All it does is be just a convenient little bow that has no true purpose, unless there is true purpose as to why each sister ended up with each brother. And I don't really see a purpose as to why Elain would end up with Az except that they're both the last sibling, and that they currently like each other. But that doesn't mean they're right for each other, and I don't see how them being together will spur the story and the world forward the way Feyre and Rhys did, and the way Nesta and Cassian can and/or will.

As someone who dabbles in writing, I have thought about these types of things, and I'm always adjusting plans and thoughts when I realize I've gone into that too perfect la la land, and I'd like to believe that all writers do that. SJM has had some convenient endings, but I will say I've not yet felt like any ending was just too perfect. The closest was, of course, ACOWAR. But even then, you still had threads, misunderstandings, questions, and things you weren't happy about. Yes, the ending felt a bit perfect, but we still lost the Bone Carver, Mr. Archeron, the Suriel, etc. There were still things that made it less than completely perfect. And much of what was done in the ending did move this story forward, and provide the opening for what we are now getting. And, in the same vein, I like to think that SJM would recognize how this would be too much. But, I don't hold out a lot of hope on this reasoning alone, it's really just something I had to get off my chest.

Share Life With Me

This next point is huge for me, in my mind. Again, it is based off of my own personal opinions of some characters, as well, so I do understand that some people may not agree with this argument. That's fine, but you will not sway me.

It all comes down to one thing. What does Az want?

In the Az POV chapter we are finally told, out right, that he does want Elain. But, my question - does he really?

I have been thinking about this since long before Silver Flames, since we all knew Az had a crush, but it wasn't as cemented until Silver Flames came out, and we saw how Nesta and Cassian would develop as a couple. Because, and here's the kicker, I don't believe Az actually wants Elain.

Yes, you read that right. I know he thinks he wants Elain. I know he believes she's kind and beautiful. And I recognize that there was a sexual tension there - I'm not blind. But I don't believe that Elain is the end goal Azriel is actually looking for.

I believe that she is a representation of that end goal.

This mostly comes down to his conversation with Rhys, his belief about the Cauldron:

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.

Okay, first - Az, please see point above. Also, I can't help but feel like SJM put that in here almost to show that this isn't actually a valid argument.

Second, let's dissect that argument for a moment. Now, perhaps Az is just trying to find what he considers a more 'objective' reason for why Elain should be his, why they should be together. However, if that were the case, then why would he have never dared speak those words aloud? Most likely because he knows it's not a solid argument, and logical Az knows this. But this is 2 AM, you just stopped me from kissing the girl I fancy Az, and he definitely is not being his most logical self.

It's also not a logical or good argument because of one simple word. Given. "…the third was given to another." Az, you're better than this. I truly want to believe you're better than this. I understand that the mating bond is weird, and inherently at least slightly sexist, but that doesn't give any male the right to really look at it that way. Especially when you consider the explanation that the mating bond will be present between two perfect equals. This is seen in ACOMAF when Feyre can't believe Rhys would be her mate, because that's what it would mean, that she's his equal. This also paints Elain as an object, which, no matter what anyone's feelings are toward the character, is not okay. She is a person. A fictional one, but still a person, she cannot be given unless she chooses to give herself. The Cauldron simply dictated who it believes is best for her, and vice versa. I'm not saying the Cauldron was right, or that she and Lucien would be good together, but that's what the mating bond is. To argue that the Cauldron was wrong because two brothers got two of the sisters, but the third was given to another is inherently wrong, because Elain cannot be given away.

It also shows that maybe Az really isn't truly seeing Elain for who she is, if he is thinking of it this way. I do believe that Az is a feminist, or, at least, more of a feminist than most of the males in Prythian (which, sadly, doesn't seem to be saying much). So I don't believe this is a comment based on a sexism in Az we haven't seen yet, I truly don't. I believe that it is a comment made by someone whose judgement is clouded, and who is, as I stated earlier, using Elain as a representation of what he's really looking for. He seems to idolize her, put her on a pedestal, believe that she is all light, all good. (Az, please see my previous post on that little nugget.) He objectifies her not because he truly believes she is an object, but because she has become a symbol in his mind - she is not the person Elain to him. She is the one he should have, the one who will bring him what he wants. Note I didn't say the one he wants. Whenever a person puts another on a pedestal the way Az has with Elain, whenever someone idolizes them, or believes that said person will fix all of their woes, they are subconsciously objectifying them. That being is no longer seen as a true person, with all the flaws and struggles and ugly parts. They are something else. And those types of feelings about another person never end in a good relationship, because at least one side is always expecting too much from the other, and they rarely learn to cope with what they didn't expect. And, for the record, you should never really be 'coping' with your partners flaws, but that's a conversation for another day.

Beyond being not a truly logical argument, and showing us how Azriel has actually objectified Elain in his mind, I also believe this statement gives us insight into what Az actually wants. He could have said a number of things to express a belief (or desire) that the Cauldron was wrong. He could have talked about his feelings for Elain. About how he thinks their personalities are too compatible for them to not be rightfully mates. Pretty much, he could have said something about Elain, and how they are right together because of who they are.

But he didn't.

Instead, Az brought up his two brothers and their mates. How they each got one, so surely the third should be his. And why did he do this? Again, maybe 2 AM Az who had lost his logic just thought this was an objective reason. But I think there's more to it than that. I think he brought up those other relationships as a way to point toward what it is he really wants. Because that's what's on his mind. It's not that Elain is perfect for him, that she is everything he could have ever hoped for in a female. It's that she is the sister of his brother's two mates, and he wants what his brothers have. So, clearly, that must mean that it's Elain who can give him that.

Again, Az, please read my first point. Because that's not a guarantee just because they're related.

Now, I imagine most people are saying, "Well, duh. We all know he wants what they have. He said so earlier on in the chapter." And he did:

Azriel couldn't stop it. The envy in his chest. Of Cassian, and Rhys.

So, it's not new. But, this argument he provided highlights that so specifically. He wants what his brothers have. Not a mate, per se. No. What they have.

But, wait, a mate is what they have. What are you saying?

Yes, a mate is what each of them have. But, as we know, not all mates are perfect for each other. Rhys and Feyre, and Cassian and Nesta are both examples of how right the mating bond can be. But, let's instead look at what they both have, in points, instead of just saying they have a mate. Here are, from my interpretation, the main common aspects of these two relationships:

Love. Sure, Nesta and Cassian hadn't said it yet. But, yes, they love each other, they're just both stubborn and scared and maybe not ready to say it.

Heavy sexual attraction and chemistry. This may not always be the most important piece of a relationship, but it's blatant in both of theirs, and it's clear that Az wants that as well. Which is fair.

Friendship. It's hard to see it at times, because these books are so much about the romance, but I do believe that both couples are truly friends who like to spend time together. Who can have fun together. We don't get to see this enough - and I do wish we saw more of it - but it is there. It's there when Cassian throws his head back laughing at something Nesta said. Or when Rhys is thrilled when sassy Feyre appears. And yes, it is in part the mating bond, making them want to be near each other, but they still enjoy that time together. Mates who aren't right for each other wouldn't.

True partners. In these two relationships, they are more than just each other's mate, lover, friend. They are and/or are becoming partners. In their relationships, Rhys and Cass have found a female who they can share their lives with. Completely and fully. In Feyre, Rhys has found a High Lady, a female who is his true equal, who can rule the Court with him. They work together, plan together. And Rhys can come home at night and tell her everything about his day. In Nesta, Cass has found someone who, I believe, will grow to command with him. Likely female units, but she is still mirroring Cass in that way. She may not become his true equal in terms of being Commander of the Night Court, but she would still be his partner. He will still be able to strategize with her, the two working together to determine where each unit will go. He will command the Illyrians, and by his side she will command the Valkyries. And he can come home, at the end of the day, and tell her everything about his day.

It's this last piece that I want to really dig into, because that is what separates Rhys and Cassian's relationships from others we have seen, in my opinion, and thus that is what Az wants. It's not just a mate, he wants what his brothers have, a true partner who he can fully share his life with. Because that is what makes their relationships so special.

And, in the end, I do not believe Elain can be that for him.

I am not trying to discredit Elain, or say that she is simple, or that she can't do anything but garden and be a housewife. No. That is not my point. I do think, however, that what it would entail to be a true partner to Az is something she does not want to do. And that is okay! It is okay for her to want to garden and bake. It's okay to not wish to be involved in all of the plotting and planning and little missions and quests that the Inner Circle does. It's okay to not want to train. To be happy as you are.

But she can't do both. She can't be a true partner to Azriel and remain as she is. Now, perhaps she does want more, and I have misread her. It's possible, I am not infallible. However, she hasn't ever truly shown us anything that tells me otherwise. And, no, I don't believe her offering to find the Dread Trove in Silver Flames counts as I don't believe she offered to do so out of the goodness of her heart or because she wanted to do it. I believe she wanted to prove Nesta wrong. (Again, you can see this in my previous post.) So, to be a true partner to Azriel, she may have to change everything that she is. And that's not fair to her.

And, even if I am way off on a lot of this. Even if she does want to do more for the Night Court. There is one thing that we have learned about Elain:

She does not wish to fight, she does not wish to train.

I'm sorry, you can't convince me otherwise. Not when she has had ample opportunity to do so in the year, year and a half since Hybern, and still hasn't. It was different with Nesta, who was dealing with a lot of other things, but Elain has been, for the most part, fairly healthy. Her not training is her choice because of who she is.

Again, this is okay! I am not insulting Elain for this, not at all. I get it. I don't particularly love working out - the main exercise I get is from rock climbing twice a week, that's it. So I get it. However, you cannot work with Azriel and not be trained, not know how to fight. Even if Elain could be silent, or infiltrate courts easily, and learn secrets, you need those skills, even if it's just a fallback to ensure you can escape should something go wrong. But it also helps to understand these types of things, to understand battle and politics and everything else. It's not about whether she can do this, it's about whether she wants to do this, and I'm not sure she does. So she would either have to change who she is, and be unhappy to become Az's partner, or she wouldn't be able to be that. And, admittedly, if she were unhappy, he still wouldn't have what his brothers have.

However, on top of that, I also don't know if Azriel would let Elain be his true partner. Think about when they're at dinner, talking about how Nesta needs to scry, and how they'll have to rely on Elain if she doesn't - what Azriel says.

“There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

Sidebar - I've not seen anyone talk about how Cassian was absolutely in the right for defending Nesta. So I did. You can see my soap box here.

Now, back to the point. This is one example of how Az is constantly trying to protect Elain from, well, kinda everything. So, even if Elain did want to do all of those things, would Az even be okay with it? He obviously can't stop her from training or anything like that - and if he tries should she ever want to, he's dead to me. But, would he really share his life with her? Tell her about those 'unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars'? I don't believe he would. I don't believe he could truly handle her working with him because, again, he has put her on this pedestal of beauty and grace and goodness (that she may not have). And the things he does are not good, at least not by his standards. He wouldn't be able to truly include her until he started to look at her as her own person again, which I also don't see happening. And, even then, he still wouldn't want to share with her all he'd done, believing her likely to judge those things, to be too pure to even hear about them. Regardless of whether that is true or not about Elain, it would hinder him from being able to have a true partner in her. When Azriel comes home at night, he would not tell her everything about his day.

Love Yourself, Az

This, I know for a fact, is not a new revelation. I have seen a lot about this, and have seen some posts that even helped me along with this as well, but I can't not address Az's shadows. I would link to the first post I saw about this but, admittedly, I can't find it. So, just know, I'm not the only one thinking this, and I recognize that some of this may come off as similar to others, but I couldn't not talk about this because it just feels so important.

Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They'd always been prone to vanish when she was around.

It wasn't until the Azriel POV chapter that I fully understood what lay behind the fact that Az's shadows would retreat around Elain, when we get a direct comparison to how they react to Gwyn's breath:

"How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music.

Before this, I didn't realize how bad a sign it is, for his shadows to retreat. I just thought they did that when he was around someone he was attracted to, almost as a sense that the other person lightened him up. But, with this comparison, and in general what we see from Az when around Elain, I see just how wrong I was. His shadows hiding isn't a sign of him lightening up - no, it's a sign of him retreating more into himself, trying to be something that he isn't around that person, in the hopes that they'll accept him if he is.

In the end, it's toxic.

He can't be who he truly is around Elain. That's not something that will lead to a healthy, happy relationship. He may have the girl he thinks he wants, but he won't have the relationship we all know he is desperate for. Whereas, around Gwyn, we see his shadows reach out to another person, jump out, dance with her breath, sing to her. He is able to fully embrace who he is around her. He will be able to be himself with her, love himself with her. And whether or not Gwyn is the right person to him, what this tells us is that Elain can't be that person. That she, like Mor, would be toxic to Az.

On top of that, I can't not point out the word usage here.

While I did observe this on my own, I am not the first to point it out - pagesofmoonlight talks about this in detail, about the usage of the term 'skittered' in regards to how the shadows retreat from Elain. It's not just a general hiding, or even a 'lightening' of Az, as I once thought. It's a gut reaction to her, her breath. They run from her. When I read that word, I literally picture a wave of something, and the shadows seeing it and running from it in fear.

Similarly, in comparison, with Gwyn's breath, the shadows 'darted' out to it. That, also, is not just a general they reached out to it for warmth or contact. Now, they darted - that is a very quick move, often done with a need or desire to get to where you're going as quickly as possible. The shadows needed or wanted to be with that breath, so they darted to it.

Like I said, this post isn't meant to be promoting one ship over Elain and Azriel. But what Gwyn provides here is a comparison, is a sign of what could and should be, whether with her or another person. Even if she isn't endgame, she shows us this problem between Elain and Azriel.

Home is Where You Shine

This entire post, which has become MASSIVE, has been very focused on Azriel, and why Elain is not right for him. But I want to touch on a reason why Az isn't right for Elain.

Azriel is a part of the Night Court. It is his home. It is where he belongs. He fits here, it is right for him. He can and does fine here. I don't think anyone can deny this. But Elain - she does not.

First, let's look at when Nesta is in the Spring Court.

Nesta’s throat constricted, and she surveyed the swaying cherry blossoms overhead. Elain would love this place. So many flowers, all in bloom, so much green—the light, vibrant green of new grass—so many birds singing and such warm, buttery sunshine. Nesta felt like a storm cloud standing amid it all. But Elain … The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.

I'm not saying Elain will end up in the Spring Court, but I do believe it is telling that Nesta would think about another court this way. We've not, to my recollection, really ever seen another character think about how well someone would fit in a different court. Feyre did, if I remember correctly, mention enjoying other courts at times, thinking they were beautiful, but never did she think about how right someone within her court would be in a different court. Because no one else in the Inner Circle would fit so well in another court. For whatever reason it is, everyone else is perfectly suited for the Night Court, and they can handle it.

It takes a lot to be a part of the Night Court. The masks they all wear, the reputation they have, the responsibilities that fall on their shoulders. It's not an insult or an attack on any character to say that they may not fit there, that they may be more in tune with the beauty of Spring, the warmth of Summer, the light of Day. And Elain, who is gentle and kind and not one to pretend to be what she isn't - likely because she's never felt the need to - I can understand how it would be hard.

Secondly, and I know it's a point of contention, and a well-discussed piece of Silver Flames, but I do want to talk about the Solstice Ball, and Cassian's observations.

Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed. So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … It sucked the life from her.

I will try not to go too far into the information about Elain in the black dress, as it's been discussed a lot from both sides, though I do think it is telling, because Cassian isn't just saying it's the one dress. It's very specific about how Elainin black was ridiculous, not that dress. It may seem shallow, but in the end, black is a crucial color in the Night Court, and that type of symbolism is often used to depict things just like this. It would not be the first time, and it certainly won't be the last that a writer uses color this way. However, I have seen a number of posts about this, on both sides, and I do understand both arguments, even if I disagree with one because I don't think it's meant to just be a skewed POV.

I would like to note, however, that the main argument I've seen is that there was once another time Elain was described in a dress that did little to complement her, but it's a very different description. That other time, it's mentioned specifically that the dress and color/shade of the dress did little to complement her 'sallow skin'. First of all, this is specifically discussing how the color didn't work with her skin, not how the color 'drained the life out of her'. Secondly, I would say it is very important to note that 'sallow' means "of a sickly, yellowish or lightish brown color". It is not discussing her skin as it typically is, but how it is when she was in the midst of her own depression after becoming High Fae. It's not that the dress didn't complement her, it's just that it didn't help make her skin look better than the sickly state it was currently in. Whereas, in this reflection, Elain is healthy, and still the black is draining her. Not the dress, not the shade - black. Point blank.

It's also important to recognize that this isn't meant to insult Elain, I believe it is a symbol of how she doesn't shine in the Night Court, how this court could potentially 'suck the life out of her'. Yes, it's just a dress. Yes, there's a chance they wanted her to look plain, but I don't believe that.

They were always going to have Nesta dance with Eris, and they all knew that, despite Elain's beauty, and no matter how lovely she looked, Eris would gravitate to Nesta. He'd already shown interest in her, he'd already become intrigued. He looked at Elain first, I believe, to get a look at his brother's mate. Because he wasn't looking at Elain with interest. No, it was an 'assessing gaze'. There was no reason to make Elain look plain. In fact, there was every reason to make sure she looked just as beautiful as Nesta. Think about what Cassian said just before this:

Both sisters wore black. Both walked behind Rhys and Feyre, a silent indicator that they were a part of the royal family. Had mighty powers of their own. They’d planned it that way, wanting Eris to see for himself how valuable Nesta was.

Why would they want her to look plain, considering this? They wanted Nesta and Elain to walk in the procession behind Feyre and Rhys, as a sign, a symbol. Yes, they wanted Eris to see and understand how valuable Nesta was, as it is said, but they didn't want Elain to look any less valuable. First, doing so would have made Nesta look less valuable by comparison. But, on top of that, I highly doubt they had any fears that Eris would prefer Elain - if they believed Eris about Lucien, then I think they'd believe that Eris wouldn't wish to take away his brother's mate. In fact, I imagine Eris would more likely help Lucien with Elain - but, that just be my Eris stan status coming out.

What is clear is that it was purposeful that they put both Nesta and Elain in black, as a symbol that they are a part of this family. My guess is that they found a dress for Elain that did her the most justice, and that she was comfortable wearing but, in the end, black just doesn't work on her. And is that fact not telling when that is the color of the family?

While this was in draft mode, I also found this post from yazthebookish, who goes deeper into this, and how it wasn't just Cassian who observed how ridiculous Nesta looked in black. So, for those who want to talk about how it is a skewed perspective, there were actually three that made this observation, and I absolutely agree that SJM wouldn't shove this in there solely to say that they purposefully tried to make sure Nesta outshone Elain. As they pointed out, Nesta is gorgeous in her own right. Cassian met her and Elain together, and he was instantly drawn to Nesta. As I mentioned earlier, Eris has been intrigued by her since long before this - see the High Lords meeting in ACOWAR. Helion would gladly get into her leathers, and while I'm aware that's not saying much, his focus on her is slightly higher than you see it on others he would also slide into bed with. She doesn't need Elain to dull herself down to shine.

I also think the one observation about how the black 'wore her' matters. It makes me wonder more about this court, both the general Night Court, and the people in the Inner Circle. Is the court wearing her? Is it sucking the life out of her? Is this why we don't see as much spine from Elain? We got some in this book, but it was all in an attempt to prove she belongs to this court. Something she feels the need to do, as we see in Cassian's reflection:

When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed.

…but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … It sucked the life from her.

First of all, just quickly, I want to mention the ellipses before it says 'it sucked the life from her', and what came right before that. Is Cassian talking about the black? Or is he talking about being a part of this court? I don't have the answer, just food for thought.

I can't help but notice that Elain seems to feel the need to constantly prove, declare, and claim that she is part of this court. She has to push her way through, and while I know it's in part because so many people try to protect her, I think it's more than that. I believe Elain wants to be a part of the Night Court, but in the end it's not suited to her, and so she has to force her way in, when even Nesta, who everyone has been so displeased with, manages to fall in much easier. It's not because they don't like Elain, that's obvious. I believe it's because, in the end, they all see it.

It reminds me a lot of Tywin Lannister's quote from GoT (TV series, I won't read the books until George RR Martin finishes them):

Any man who must say, "I am the King", is no true king.

Could you not adjust this to: "Any person who must say, 'I am part of this court', is not truly part of this court."

I don't think Nesta has once said that. Feyre, maybe, but not in the same way as much as in letting certain people outside the court know. But, to have to say that within the court - it signifies that either you, yourself, don't believe yourself part of the court, or that maybe you aren't truly. Or that you are, but you recognize that maybe it's not the right fit, even if you really want it to be.

In the end, while I don't think Elain can't fit or find a nice life in the Night Court, the final point is that she doesn't shine in the Night Court. And that's not the same as saying she fully doesn't belong. But, shouldn't home be a place where you shine? Where you can be everything you are, and it is absolutely right? Isn't that what Nesta found in Silver Flames, in the House, with Cassian, and Gwyn, and Emerie,…and the House? She didn't have to be anything other than who she was, with any of them, and she still found a place that not only provided her comfort, but where she could truly shine. And she's found it in the Night Court, as well.

Elain hasn't. And maybe that's just because we haven't seen her story play out yet. I'm not so stuck up to believe there's no way I could be wrong. In fact, what bugs me the most about a lot of posts around these different beliefs is the use of 'when' instead of 'if', because no one wants to admit that, at this point in time, no matter what side you're on, it very much is an 'if'. None of us know what SJM has planned. All we can do is use the information we've been given to make as educated a guess as possible. This is mine, and SJM may prove me completely wrong, and that's okay. She may end up giving Elain a more similar arc to Nesta, and show how she develops and grows into someone who flourishes in the Night Court with Az by her side, and should she do that, I hope it's in a way I can understand and not something poorly developed and difficult to grasp.

A Mate is A Mate is A Mate

I won't talk too much about how she and Azriel aren't mates and how that automatically means they couldn't work. It could, in concept. I won't address the theories about her ending up with multiple mates. I do not agree with these theories, as they conflict with the canon we have. Until SJM puts out canon information that can explain a contradiction to what we've been given, any theory that truly contradicts the canon provided I will not consider, whether I like it or not. Multiple mates is not a thing. Being able to sever the mating bond so that someone can have a new mate is not a thing. I do recognize that females can reject the mating bond, and I am not saying whether or not I think Elain should or shouldn't do this with Lucien. Nor am I saying that having a story where someone does reject the mating bond to see how that plays out wouldn't be great.

I will point out, however, that it is often discussed as a thing females do. Females reject the mating bond. Males who have a female that rejected the mating bond grow incredibly uncomfortable, and they truly struggle.

...there will always be a ... tug. For the females, it is usually easier to ignore, but the males ... It can drive them mad.

I'm not going to include all the stuff about males thinking their mate belongs to them. Grow up, Prythian. Get with the program. But, considering this, considering the other pieces we get, I do not know if a male can be with another person, truly, in a loving relationship if he has a mate. Maybe one day, years and years and years after the rejection. Or maybe, if his mate doesn't fit his preferences - if that is a thing (and honestly, we don't yet know the status of same-sex mates, but if they are a thing - please let them be - then I have a harder time believing that those who have specific preferences would end up in a mating pair with the wrong gender).

I am not saying this to say that Elain and Lucien should be together. I am saying this because, considering all these things, right now, canon information essentially tells us that, should Az find his mate, he will go to her, need to be around her. Think about Cassian when Feyre asked why he bothers with Nesta:

Because I can't stay away.

Think about how Lucien couldn't help but try to find Elain, despite direct orders of being told not to. Or about how the second Rhys heard Feyre say 'no' in her mind to Tamlin, he was there to take her away. They just can't help it. The mating bond has a stronger pull on males.

And, maybe Az would be able to deny the bond. To reject it himself, who knows. But, based on everything we've been told, that would be incredibly difficult. And, considering how much he wants what his brothers have, would he want to?

Obviously, there is reason to believe Az does have a mate, and we've met her. And I know some people disagree with this. I would be interested to hear any theories about why he and Gwyn aren't mates, so long as they don't involve Elain. It's not that I have anything against her, it's just that those arguments don't actually point to Gwyn and Az not being mates, just that the person believes Elain and Az belong together regardless, which is not an argument for why they're not mates. But if there are any reasons or signs found in the books and canon information that distinctly point against Gwyn and Az being mates, then I'm open to hearing those points. And, as I mentioned, I do not entertain any canon-conflicting theories, such as the multiple mates one.

As it stands, though, I do think we have been directed toward the idea that Gwyn and Az are mates, and can believe that the mating bond will snap into place. Once it does, I have a hard time believing Az will actually be able to stay away. And that, even if Gwyn ends up rejecting that bond, I don't know that he'll be able to be with Elain after it, knowing Elain isn't his first choice.

Final Thoughts

Like I said earlier, I'm not against Elain rejecting the mating bond, or anyone doing so. I will say this, though - how much more powerful would it be to have someone reject the mating bond not because they wish to be with someone else, but just because they do not wish to be with that person? Is it not more empowering to see a female (or male, if they can do it) choose to be single, and live their life as they are solely because they just do not wish to be with that person? Instead of it being more of an, 'well, it's just, I'd rather be with him'. Sadly, I do not think Elain is set up to be that person. Gwyn could, potentially, be, though I'll admit I don't believe it, considering the attention Gwyn pays to him. But I do think it's worth noting that, in my opinion, the mating bond can be rejected even if there is not another male in the picture.

However, despite all the questions and uncertainties, until we get answers, this is my personal view, based on what I've seen in the books, and how I've interpreted it. I personally feel that, regardless of who I hope ends up with whom, SJM has placed a number of clues and hints to show that Elain and Azriel aren't meant to be together, that they wouldn't be right together. And that, if they were to be together, the relationship would likely be unhealthy, and potentially toxic.

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This post is also not meant to insult or attack Elain in any way, nor Azriel. Nor am I trying to insult or attack those who ship them together. We are all welcome to our own opinions. I promise to respect yours, please respect mine.

[minor-solemnity]

Never Gonna Give (You Up) pt.2

(content warning: some smut)

You really should get up.

You should.

You don’t. What you do instead is simple: you kiss him. You bend over his chest, one hand clutching his side the other pressed into the pillow and you kiss him with the fervour that only seven years of bottled up chemistry can conjure.

Riddle is unusually quiet as you lead him away from the party. His eyes are focused firmly on the ground, as though he’s worried that if he doesn’t watch his step, he’ll stumble. You watch him out the corner of your eye, taking in the slight sheen of sweat, the way his skin, save for the raw acid burns on his chest, is even paler than usual, his pinched expression. “You know, I’m surprised you’re not screaming bloody murder,” You say, trying to keep your voice light and casual and not like you’re about to start panicking over the state of his chest. “I always thought Slytherins were a bunch of posh crybabies.”

You suppose it’s good to know that Riddle is not so injured that he can’t summon up the strength to glare at you. “And I always thought that Gryffindors were meant to be chivalrous and honourable but the way you looked when Slughorn asked you escort me to hospital wing suggests otherwise.” He snaps and you feel at once both indignantly angry and… guilty. You feel guilty. And you hate it.

“Oh please, you’d be as annoyed as I was if the roles were reversed. Because of you, I won’t be able to meet Beaufort and having her as a character reference is essential if I even have a hope of becoming a curse-breaker. You know as well as I do what’s waiting for me after Hogwarts otherwise.” You say, all the sorrow and frustration you feel over your missed opportunity leaches into your voice and the grip you have on RIddle’s arm tightens without you meaning to. You’re not wrong either, wizarding society is still of the collective opinion that witches if they’re from a good family should be married off as quickly as possible, and if they’re not, are looking at jobs in retail and teaching. Particularly intelligent and insightful witches might be lucky enough to go into research and academia but generally, any witch wanting to do something a bit more exciting with their life is shit out of luck.

Riddle shoots you a surprised look like he hadn’t expected your response. To your own surprise, he doesn’t have a quippy retort ready to skewer you with and you walk the rest of the way to the entrance hall in stony silence.

You begin to move towards the staircase intent of getting him to the hospital wing as quickly as possible. Your reasons are twofold: firstly, with any luck, once he’s under the care of Madam Montague, you’ll be able to return to the party and hopefully be in time to at least make yourself known to Beaufort; secondly, Riddle, as much as he’s trying to hide it, is clearly in a great deal of pain. The slight tremor in his shoulders has turned into full-body shakes and his eyes, usually so sharp and erudite, are clouded in pain and have a far-away look to them. It’s unsettling to see him so vulnerable. You’ve spent so much of your time at Hogwarts wishing to see Riddle cut down to size but now you’re witnessing it, you find that you’re really not enjoying it.

“Come on, let’s just get to Madam Montague,” You mutter, trying to pull him along but Riddle won’t budge. In fact, he begins to stumble in the opposite direction towards the dungeons. “What are you doing? We have to go to the hospital wing! Riddle, you’re hurt—”

“I’m not going there - I have… I’ll be able to fix this if I can get to my dorm.”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, you can’t possibly fix this yourself.” You exclaim half exasperated half pleading. He fixes you with a glare that would be a lot more intimidating if, at that moment, he didn’t sway violently on his feet and you weren’t forced to steady him by looping both your arms over his shoulders. Riddle sags into you, his body pressing against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. The way your stomach clenches at the close proximity is entirely inappropriate.

“Just go back to the party, that’s clearly where you’d rather be,” You think he might be aiming for scathing but something horribly vulnerable has crept into his words. “Beaufort’s probably still there.”

The fact that Riddle is allowing you to leave, to enjoy the rest of your night, to maybe secure a job is… You feel… Odd. Confused. Sad. Sad that he thinks that you’d leave him to stumble back to his dorm on his own. For the first time since you’ve known him, you wonder if he’s ever had someone to rely on before. If the air of self-sufficiency and aloofness is something that comes naturally to him, or if it’s something he’s had to learn.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can barely stand up by yourself; I’m not going to leave you to potentially faint on your way to your dorm.” When you disentangle yourself from him and resume your journey and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat that you will not for the sake of your sanity interpret as disappointment. “Like you said: Gryffindors: known for our chivalry and honour.” And he must be delirious because he actually laughs.

The Slytherin common room is exactly what you imagined it would be: dark, luxurious, refined, and so unlike the cosiness of the Gryffindor tower. Thankfully, Riddle’s room is empty when you’re finally inside. He pulls off his ruined dress robes, leaving him only in his trousers. You avert your eyes out of respect for his privacy and not because the sight of his lithe torso is at all appealing. He manages to get to his bed and starts rummaging around in the chest of drawers beside it, leaving you standing in the doorway, entirely unsure of what it is that you’re supposed to do next.

Jar in hand, he more or less collapses onto his bed. Wounded as he is, he still manages to look outrageously good. The low light from the candelabra casts him in a muted, golden glow, adding colour to his complexion and softening the wounds on his chest. You swallow thickly and internally berate yourself for having such thoughts because this is Riddle, and even if he weren’t your sworn enemy, he’s still injured and hurting and that should be your first priority.

You watch as he struggles to open one of the jars for a second before you make up your mind. Summoning every shred of Gryffindor bravery you possess, you walk towards him, ignoring the look of sheer surprise and alarm that settles on his face as you stop in front of him. “Here, just let me— let me help,” You murmur, your breath catching in your throat because this feels… This feels intimate and new. You’re fairly sure that whatever happens next, your relationship with Riddle has been changed irrevocably. The seconds tick past and you just watch each other. The air seems to thicken around you and the atmosphere grows charged and tense with something that you don’t have a name for.

Slowly, he nods and you gently manoeuvre him so that he’s lying on his back, propped up by his pillows. Next, you reach for the jar that he’d been holding, unscrewing the lid and scooping some of the clear, jelly-like substance into your fingers. There’s an awkward moment when you try and figure out the best way of reaching his chest before you grit your teeth and straddle his hips.

Despite his current state, Riddle still manages to look far too smug for your liking. He raises an eyebrow and smirks up at you from your perch on his thighs. Despite the furious blush that creeps up your neck and along your cheeks, you manage to keep your voice steady as you say, “Don’t make this weird, Riddle.” He starts to chuckle lowly before it’s cut off by a gasp as you start to rub the salve on his wounds.

Your fingers brush against his chest and you find yourself entranced by how warm his skin is, how he tenses under your hands as though he wasn’t expecting and isn’t used to gentleness, how his breathing slowly evens out as the salve does its job and the burns start to scab and heal. A slow, curling heat wraps its way around you, making your heart stutter and your blood thrum in a way that is so deliciously intoxicating that you don’t even notice that your hands have travelled down his chest and are now skimming his sides, edging lower and lower to the waistline of his trousers.

You’re brought back to reality when he wraps a hand around one of your wrists, his dark eyes glitter in the dim candlelight and a slow, easy smirk curls his upper lip. He moves his free hand to your waist and he watches you closely, taking in every twitch, every shiver, every sharp, stuttering intake of breath. “So, I should go and let you rest…?” You hate the way it comes out as a question, the slight upturn in your voice revealing the nerves that tangle and twist inside you.

“That would be sensible, yes,” Tom agrees, even as his hand slides up your waist and along the curves of your breasts.

You really should get up.

You should.

You don’t. What you do instead is simple: you kiss him. You bend over his chest, one hand clutching his side the other pressed into the pillow and you kiss him with the fervour that only seven years of bottled up chemistry can conjure. He responds immediately, let’s go of your wrist to tangle his fingers through your hair, drags you closer until the spaces between you are taken over by the feeling of his body, firm and solid and sure beneath you. His other hand slips under your dress robes, gliding up your thigh and pulling the silky fabric up until it’s bunched around your waist and his hand splays across the swell of your arse, exploring and gripping and kneading. Every part of you that he touches is on fire and pleasure curls inside of you like bonfire smoke: rich and thick and all-consuming.

A moan escapes you as he rolls his hips against yours and he tugs your hair sending small shockwaves of muted pain and pleasure tingling down your spine. You pull away from him to catch your breath and for a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes are nearly all pupil and there’s a delectable flush spreading across his cheeks and there’s something else as well. It’s the way he’s looking at you, you realise. Turned on and hot and wanting, yes, but under all that… there’s something like awe in his eyes.

That alone is enough to make you reach down and start tugging at his belt, hands fumbling with nerves and then he’s kicking off his trousers and you’re pulling your robes above your head with a frantic kind of desperation that would surprise you if it wasn’t so fucking obvious to you now. The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference and you have never been indifferent towards Riddle. Your clothes land in a haphazard pile at the foot of his bed, and suddenly his arms are around you and he’s flipping you over and pressing against you, grinding down as he sucks a bruise along the underside of your jaw before trailing kisses down your neck and along your collarbones, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud of one nipple. “So good,” He whispers into your skin, “Always knew you’d be so good for me.” And something inside of you sings at the admission, at the implication.

The franticness of earlier fades into something slower, though no less intense, and you take the opportunity to snake your hand down his body and curl a fist around him, stroking long and slow, revelling in the way he feels in your hand: heavy and hot and thick in. You are rewarded by a quiet, broken gasp and his fingers and tongue caressing every part of you he can reach. His fingers slip between your legs and you’re already so close to edge that all it takes is a few clever strokes and you’re tumbling into the ravine, back arching, toes curling and you’re dimly aware of him tensing above you and then he’s falling right along with you.

In the moments following, anxiety and uncertainty begins to creep through your afterglow, and you shift against him, unsure if you should gather your things and leave. You start to push yourself up but are stopped by a hand on your shoulder. Tom (because you should start calling him that, anything else feels like an erasure of what’s just happened, and despite the worry, you don’t want to erase this) gently pulls you back down, tucking you against his side as he runs his fingers through your hair. The anxiety fades and you fall asleep with your head nestled in the crook of his neck and his arm curled around your waist.

***

In the three weeks since Slughorn’s party, you’ve made several appearances in Tom’s dorms. There had been one particularly embarrassing moment when Abraxas Malfoy had walked in, rolled his eyes and muttered ‘finally. But also, gross’ before he'd made a speedy exit after Tom had threatened to poison his favourite peacock. 

You still argue and you’re still horribly competitive; you’re fairly sure that those aspects of your relationship with Tom are dyed in the wool by this point. But now he edits your essays and you bring him coffee when he spends too long in the library. You eat breakfast together. It feels good. It feels natural.

It’s over one breakfast on a nondescript Friday morning that the letter arrives. Tom passes it to you along with a mug of tea and you frown at the unfamiliar handwriting. You scan it quickly and your curiosity quickly turns into disbelieving excitement. “Christella Beaufort wants to meet me.” You whisper, eyes wide, hands shaking. “She says that she’s sorry she missed me at the party and that she’s available to talk the next Hogsmeade weekend. I… Tom, this is… How…?”

“I may have written to her explaining the situation.” He says, entirely casual, as though he hasn’t just made every wish you’ve ever had come true.

He really only has himself to blame when you lean over the Slytherin table, fingers wrapping around his tie and ruin a lot of people’s breakfasts by dragging him into a kiss.

(part 1)

[vizowrites]

“We” vs “Me”| or “Why BlitzStrike Works So Well For Me But Stolitz [as of episode 6].....Doesn’t”

Alright my Loves, so I said that I was going to talk in further detail about my feelings regarding Stolas and the multi-layered portrayal of his relationship with Blitz in the new episode, and today’s the day where that happens!!  First of all, though, before I really get into my feelings about things, I want to just make it ABUNDANTLY clear that I’m not trying to sway anyone from one side to the other, or trying to shame anyone for shipping two fictional characters.  I’m fully in the boat that you are completely entitled to ship whoever you want, but I also think it’s wise to at least be able to recognize the faults and flaws in a pairing--and especially to be able to recognize them in the context of an IRL relationship.  In this analysis in particular, I’m specifically focusing on these two relationships within the realm of the Helluva Boss universe [......Hell] and within the specific context of their characters as they’ve been portrayed in the show thus far.  And, my biggest disclaimer of all: I’m doing this for no other reason than I felt like putting my jumbled thoughts together into a cohesive post so that they don’t have to stay bouncing and buzzing around in my head.  Please keep that in mind that this is just pure personal opinion and interpretation before anyone comes at me with torches and pitchforks.  <3 <3 

SO WITH THAT LONG ASS DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY 

Let’s finally get to the good stuff.  And the not so good stuff.  :D

So I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone who follows me here that I’m a huge BlitzStrike fan.  What I think fewer people know is that when I first entered the fandom a few months ago, I actually was on board the Stolitz train like so many others that I’ve met here in the fandom.  Naturally Stolitz was the first major pairing I was introduced to, and I did find both the characters of Blitz and Stolas incredibly interesting and compelling in their own rights AND saw the potential in how they could really come to grow into one hell of a relationshp over time.  I was honestly really excited to see it happen, too.  

And then I watched Episode 5 [still my favorite episode, btw] for the first time and had this sudden question hit me like a truck that even now is still relentlessly burning in the back of my mind because I still haven’t found a legitimate answer for it: Why in the FUCK wasn’t Blitz falling head-over-heels in attraction to Striker throughout this fucking episode??

And I don’t mean that in a “They’re so hot and I ship them now why didn’t they get together?? DX DX” kind of way--I mean that in the genuinely perplexed “I don’t understand based on what has been presented to me thus far about Blitz as a character and the storyline overall why he’s reacting so nonchalantly to this whole thing”.  To Note: This is me wondering this from the context of what’s in the show itself, not from any extra fan materials like the Instas or Twitter or just straight up knowing that the most likely answer is that there are people on the creative team that ship Stolitz really hard and realistically wouldn’t have probably written Blitz as being attracted to Striker because that would just be--to quote Jack Sparrow--blowing holes in their own ship.  No, this is me disregarding ALL of that and trying to rationalize this with myself from the perspective of a fan whose entire knowledge of the show and its characters comes exclusively from what’s in the episodes themselves.  .....And that’s where I just can’t find my answer, except for the Stolitz positive “He’s not attracted to Striker because he’s in love with Stolas” answer.  Which really doesn’t even feel like a satisfying answer, because the entire vibe I’ve gotten from Stolitz in the show has just felt.....strangely.....off.  Like, the framework is there and the elements are there, but I’d felt as though they had so far to go still that it would be entire SEASONS before they got there.    

And THEN the new episode [Episode 6] came out and I’d heard a handful of fans going crazy because the show was finally addressing Stolitz in full, and I thought to myself, “Well, maybe if the show really is going to go with saying that the reason Blitz wasn’t interested in Striker is because he’s in love with Stolas.....sure.  I’m curious to see how they finally establish it in an episode, especially since there’s only two more episodes left in the entire first season.”  And then I watched the episode.  And then it hit me why Stolitz just does not do a damn thing for me but BlitzStrike does despite the fact that we’ve had 4/6 episodes [5/7 if you count the Pilot] of Stolitz but only 1/6 [1/7] of potential--not even canonical--BlitzStrike:

When Striker talks about Blitz, or interacts with Blitz, he always talks about them as a “we”.  As a team.  A partnership.  OR he just straight up puts the entire focus on Blitz and his accomplishments and keeps himself out of it entirely.

When Stolas talks about Blitz, he always talks about them within the context of “me”--of himself--of what Blitz does or should do for him.  Even here in episode 6, in the most “selfless” instance we’ve seen yet, where he does ask about Blitz’s safety first BEFORE going right back into how Blitz’s actions affect him and what Blitz should be doing in response for him.  Stolas’s focus is always automatically set to himself--and even when it comes to the people he supposedly loves the most.  

To explain what I mean here, let me give some examples directly from the show itself, starting with the Stolas side of things: 

Episode 1

Blitz, in the middle of trying to hide so much that he actually clamps both of his hands over his mouth just to muffle the sound of his own breathing, knowing damn well that this psychotic bitch who already shot him once won’t hesitate to do it again if she finds him.....gets a call from Stolas.  Stolas, who we clearly see from his leisurely hang out time in his bubble bath, is literally watching this happen and is fully aware that calling Blitz right then was potentially putting him in danger. But what does he say when he gets Blitz on the phone?  He offers--not help--but Blitz the use of his book in exchange for monthly sex.  Stolas literally uses Blitz’s peril as leverage here--consciously or not, though given the fact that he knows the situation at hand, I’d find it very hard to argue that he didn’t do this on purpose--just to get him to agree to be his bootycall until further notice.  

Stolas not only doesn’t lift a finger to help Blitz once in all of this--even at the moment where he and Millie are about to be shot in the face--but instead continues to stay on the phone talking about all of the things he wants for their upcoming future rendezvous.  He already got exactly what he wanted out of this and he still just continues to go for more for himself.

Episode 2

.....There are honestly so many fucked up things that happen here as far as Stolas and his relationship with Blitz goes but honestly the thing I want to draw the MOST attention to is actually Stolas’s storyline with his daughter, Octavia.  I know it’s a little left field, but bear with me--this is actually something I want to use as comparison for Stolas’s relationship to Blitz as we go along:

When Stolas first decides that he’s going to take his daughter to Loo Loo Land, he does so while completey setting aside the fact that she doesn’t want to go.  He just offers her assurances that it’s going to be so much fun because he remembers that she loved it so much when she was a little girl--effectively putting his memory above her wishes even as she’s sitting right there and telling him that she doesn’t enjoy the idea of going now.  

Stolas doesn’t actually notice just how uncomfortable he’s making Octavia throuhought their entire trip by spending his time sexually harassing paying more attention to Blitz than he is trying to cheer her up.  This tells me that Stolas--though I do believe he genuinely wanted to do something to make her happy--still wasn’t able to completely overcome his own self-centered tendencies at first even when it’s for her.  And this is the person that Stolas loves more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. It still wasn’t enough.

It’s only when Octavia runs off and completely breaks down that Stolas finally gets the much needed slap-to-the-face of reality to understand just what he’s putting his daughter through--and, for the first time in the entire show, he actually puts someone else’s needs and well being above himself.  It’s the one solid honest display of love that we see from Stolas in the entire show--and it’s how we as the audience come to learn that that’s how Stolas shows that he loves someone: When he puts their needs above his own with no strings attached or expectations of something in return.  A true selfless act just because he loves them.  **Keep in mind the parallel of Stolas carrying Octavia out of Loo Loo Land at the end, and how it compares to Stolas carrying Blitz out of D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters.

Episode 5

The. Fucking. Cigarette.  I had no idea that something so small and quick would be able to infuriate me as much as it did, but the fact that Blitz used the post sex cigarette to free Stolas from his wrist bondage but then Stolas turned around and put the cigarette out on Blitz’s horn which is literally a part of Blitz’s body just.....honestly it sums up exactly what I’m trying to get across in this entire huge ass post: Stolas only ever thinks of himself first and anything pertaining to anyone else just doesn’t cross his mind at all unless you blatantly put it there in front of his face.  And the fact that he’s still at this point with Blitz all the way here in Episode 5 is not.....promising for their relationship.

The fact that Stolas literally cannot stop himself from calling Blitz “Blitzy” or talking to him in such a condescending way no matter how frustrated Blitz gets and how many times he asks him to stop.  I just--how is that supposed to be interpreted as someone talking to a person that they love?  There’s no respect or dignity given to Blitz at all on Stolas’s part, and the fact that it seems to be presented as a “Oh teehee it’s just their cute couple thing” is just.....I really, really don’t like that.  It also doesn’t match with the Stolas in the very next episode which I quite frankly think is because the creators have been listening to the feedback from fans and were like “We need to SHOW THEM that Stolas actually does speak to Blitz respectfully!!” but that’s just my personal opinion there and, also, it still didn’t happen.  

Episode 6 

Keeping in mind that THIS is finally the episode where we see Stolas actually save Blitz from danger and demonstrate even the slightest inclination towards his well-being.....I think that honestly makes the next few things here even more fucked up

First and foremost: “WE”.  The second after Stolas asks if Blitz is alright and gets the assurance that he is, he roughly grabs his cheek and points out that “If you get in trouble, I get in trouble!  WE don’t want that”.  The fact that this is the first time that Stolas ever talks about Blitz in the context of “we”--when really what he’s really saying is that him [Stolas] getting in trouble is going to be a bad thing for all of them--is just.....so, so disappointing.  At least with this I could hope that perhaps the idea here is that Stolas is genuinely afraid that if he gets in trouble, he won’t be able to protect Blitz from the undoubtedly much worse trouble that he would be in as an imp, but still.  The fact that Stolas immediately reverts back to his self-centered perspective so quickly after supposedly being so worried about Blitz’s wellbeing, really makes it seem as though it’s just his own ass that he’s trying to protect.  And that.....isn’t  exactly what I’d been expecting from “the episode that confirms Stolitz is canon” feedback I’d been hearing.

"Am I going to get ANY thank you for the rescue Bltizy?”  This for me was kind of what actually lead to me having this whole epiphany over Stolas’s selfish perspective in the first place.  I realized that even here--even when he’s just been the most “romantic” towards Blitz that he’s ever been in any previous episodes up until now [and yes this shift in his character was incredibly jarring for me because of that]--Stolas still goes right back to thinking about what he’s going to get out of this now that he knows Blitz is safe.  Let’s take this back to that thing I was saying about Episode 2 and comparing how Stolas rescued Octavia and how he rescues Blitz.  Obviously they’re going to be different because it’s Stolas’s daughter vs his hook up BUT just think about where the focus is for Stolas in both of these scenes.  With Octavia, Stolas is entirely focused on making things up to her--taking her to do something she wants to do--even if it’s something that he himself doesn’t fully understand or isn’t fully into.  That doesn’t matter though, because the entire point is that he’s doing something just for her.  It doesn’t have to be about him.  But now go back to the scene where Stolas is carrying Blitz out of the room.  What does he do?  Ask what Blitz is going to do for him.  That just takes the idea that this scene was a confirmation of their love and throws it right out the window.  Stolas--as we’ve been shown before--would never ask for something in return from someone that he actually loves.  

Now let’s take a look at the one and only episode we have of Striker and Blitz interacting together, with an honorary shout out at hallucination!Striker’s appearance in Episode 6: 

Episode 5: 

Striker knows Blitz’s name.....and he uses it.  He’s literally the ONLY other character that we’ve seen so far refer to Blitz as “Blitz” instead of “Blitzo” or “Blitzy” by someone who wasn’t a member of I.M.P..  Aka someone who wasn’t a member of Blitz’s family.  He shows Blitz respect at that basest level, and only builds on that from there going forward.

Striker first recognizes Blitz for being “the bold imp that started his own killin’ biz”.  Not his hotness, not his skills in the Harvest Moon games because at that point he hasn’t seen them yet.....but for his accomplishment in starting up his own successful business down in Hell.  He treats it as an accomplishment.  With the kind of respect that comes with acknowledging another person for their accomplishments.  Right there, within two seconds of meeting him, Striker demonstrates more respect for Blitz than Stolas has yet to do in the entire show.

The Harvest Moon Festival Games.  Now this is something I find fascinating to think about from Striker’s perspective in particular.  We as the audience are shown pretty early on that Striker has a strong desire to be the one who comes out on top.  He likes the idea of being superior and he openly relishes in the praise and attention he gets for being better than everybody else.  ....Except Blitz.  When they tie in the games, Striker doesn’t seem bothered with sharing the spotlight with him at all.  If anything, he--again--respects just how skilled Blitz is in rightfully earning his place beside him on the stage.  That, to me, is HUGE.  I’m not going to go so far as to say that Striker necessarily sees them as equals because I think that might be going a bit too far for his ego but he does still fully acknowledge that Blitz is in the same general class as him: that is to say, better than most.  Worthy of the same kind of acknowledgement and praise that Striker gets.  I literally can’t get over just how big of a thing that is for what we’ve been shown of Striker’s character, and I think it’s unfortunately something that’s incredibly easy to miss or gloss over. :(

And now--for what I personally think is the most significant thing of all--we have: “We”.  How many times does Striker suggest during that final scene between them that he really wants Blitz to join forces with him as equals?  He never demands that Blitz join up with him, he doesn’t threaten him into joining up with him--Striker barely even hurts Blitz at all during their fight scene compared to how he tried to straight up murder Moxxie--and, most of all, Striker continues to acknowledge that Blitz deserves better than his current arrangement with Stolas.  And he’s right.  But instead of putting it as “I’M right and this is why you should do this”, he always puts his focus on Blitz himself, or the two of them together as a partnership:  “You are so above sucking on a a digusting rich pompous Goetia” | “We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitz” | “You could partner up with me and klll the unkillable--starting with the one that treats you like a plaything”.  It’s just--I honestly can’t believe it’s taken me this long to put together why Striker appeals so much more to me as a romantic interest for Blitz, but really breaking it down episode by episode and comparing the differences in wording between Striker and Stolas’s dialogue when it comes to Blitz is just.....holy shit. 

Honorary ShoutOut of Episode 6: 

The fact that the only thing hallucination Striker has to say to him is “But you don’t want to do things alone Blitzo!” is really, really interesting to me in the fact that he’s.....not......wrong??  Like, To be fair, Striker, RoboFizz, and Verosika all spill their harsh truths, but the thing is.....Striker’s is markedly different in that his wording really isn’t harsh or aggressive at all the way the other two are.  He’s just kinda stating a fact in an overexaggerated way because tripping balls hallucination sequence.  It’s very interesting to me that that’s the worst that Blitz can imagine him to say--as well as the fact that halluci!Striker calls him “Blitzo”, which is really weird considering that Striker’s never called him “Blitzo” once in the entire show.  Makes me kinda wonder where that came from tbh. 

Alright so, in conclusion of this very long and rambly styie post: I want to take things back to where I started by reiterating that this is not me trying to convince anyone that BlitzStrike is “right” and Stolitz is “wrong”, or that you should stop shipping what you’re shipping in the fandom.  This was just me honestly getting way more excited than I should’ve been over having my “Eureka!” moment for realizing why this new episode didn’t put me back on the Stolitz train like it did for so many other people--and why, in fact, it actually made me think even more favorably of the idea of Blitz and Striker being together.  

Thanks for sticking around with me for this very long read, I hope you found it interesting, and I really really hope that it didn’t piss anyone off or rub too many people the wrong way.  Like I said at the beginning, ship who you want to ship!!  That’s part of the fun of being in a fandom.  I’m just hoping that this might help make it easier to understand at least one perspective on why Stolitz is seen as being so problematic as a ship [as of where they are right now].  

Here’s to seeing where things go from here!! 

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

[kiwibirbs-library]

alrighty, these two are a bit simpler and not as long. Maybe a one shot where you and MIdOrIyA are cleaning out y’all’s kitchen cabinets and there’s music in the background. You guys are kinda just mindlessly organizing until you hear your favorite song come on. Then, you kinda half heartedly are like “ooo, my favorite song” so then Midoriya comes over and offers his hand out to dance. And you two just end up dancing to the song. Idk, sorry if is dumb….

a/n: I wanna be friends with you. Like so freaking bad. Can we be friends. Please.

Caught in 4K

After living in the dorms with Midoryia for almost a year and a half now you’ve learned three things.

1. This man LOVES All Might even more than you thought.

2. He is willing to lift up the fridge for you to get a penny.

And finally,

3. He can’t work in silence.

So it’s not not uncommon to find him doing paperwork on the coffee table in the commons and hear some kind of music playing.

His music taste never has been solid so normally it’s just whatever anyone else was listening too or, if he’s alone, a playlist you made him a while ago. Before then it was just the radio.

Midoryia also has issues with loosing track of the time

And the playlist and long as I’ll get out

So when it finally ended and he looked up and around him the commons are dead silent and dark

Well ya know except or the kitchen which still had the lights on and had some noise coming through

So he got up and went over to see who it was

And low and behold it was you his wonderful girlfriend

And for the reasoning of coffee, sleep deprivation, and that sudden 2am hit of motivation you had the pantry open and emptied

“Love? Whatcha doing?” He asked as he got closer

He could see all the food on the counter tops and it seemed like you were only throwing expired items

But still what were you doing?

“Huh—oh babe! I came down for a snack and saw you working and thought I’d wait for you and then I got distracted and thought I would organize the pantry. Are you done?” You smiled and went to hug him

Midoryia smiled and hugged you back before really looking around

“Want help?” He smiled down

“I would love it!”

And now you two were almost done while your speaker played out your playlist

You were starting to feel the burnout of staying up late

And then you heard that opening note

After a second you stopped to listen better

“What’s wrong?” Midoriya asked, seeing you stop

“Oh ya, I’m alright. It’s just this is my favorite song,” you smiled

Midoriya stopped and mirrored the look on your face

He took a few steps back and did a dramatic now and stretched his hand out to you

“Shall we?” He glanced up to see you laughing a little

“I’d be honored,” you giggled

He pulled you in and pulled your arms up to wrap around his neck before pulling you against him

You giggled as you both swayed to the beat

You both just went around in circles for a majority of the song

And then this dork suddenly spins you out and dips you

“Oh hello... come her often?”

this idiot that I’m helplessly in love with

Literally it’s a wonder what being in a relationship with him long enough for him to be confident does man

He gently started pulling you back up when you pulled him down to meet him half way to kiss you

You two kinda just hung there for a hot minute after pulling away

I mean we all know he has the strength lmao

So you two were just there

Very very close

Whispering and laughing about random shit and how cheesy his line from before was

When there was a clicking sound

“Ahem”

I mean probs to Aizawa for finally checking in and making sure everyone was on curfew

But like

It was 3am by now

And when I say Midoryia SCRAMBLED

It was so funny he went ghost white my guys

So you just laughed and followed behind him as he threw himself down the hall

“Sorry Sir, goodnight” you gave your teacher a bow before going up to deku’s dorm

Lol like that’s not against the rules too

Aizawas just to tired to deal with you

For the next hour you got Midoryia basically suffocating himself in your chest and bright red all the way tot he back of his neck