#their relationship sounded so sweet and like they are comfortable with each other if yk what I mean

[thearcher1003]

I wanna read more about Piper and her girlfriend Shel /_ \

[wheeboo]

RANIAAAA hru? I hope you're well💗

I have a soft thought on superman!mingyu. When you first started dating, he's just so happy and excited he forgets his own strength sometimes.

He holds the door open for you? There's a dent in his car door. He feeds u the first bite of his cooking? Best believe the spoon is bent from how nervous he is. He wants to help out dusting and vacuuming? He accidentally lifts the couch to high it knocks out your lightbullb.

He's always so apologetic and shy about it, sometimes he gets insecure and scared that even with the best of his intentions he might accidentally get you hurt. It could be thaat at a point it bothers him so much that he's teary eyed. Cause how can he be this reliable hero but also risk hurting you? But you just shake your head and kiss his pout away because when it comes to touching you.. he's always gentle.

(sure sometimes you gasp when you dont see each other for a while or his adrenaline is pumping from a recent rescue that he speeds into your arms.)

But after the first few times, Mingyu won't lunge forward for a hug, instead he opens his arms so you come to him and he'll gently cradle you. He's softer and slower and intentional when he reaches for you. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much when he's carefully picking off an eyelash from your cheekbone. His fingers are rough from callouses but it reminds you of who he is and why he had to work so hard. So you brush your lips against his palms and just embrace him.

Idk, i feel like theres always going to be this juxtaposition of being a reliable and good super hero with abilities that can hurt others or attract others to hurt you. 🤧But he really does try and thats all that matters to you💗

Hiii TOMO !!! and i've been doing fineee how have u been lovely 🫶🫶

STOPP you're so right!!! i've already mentioned how he would totally underestimate his super strength abilities and overall just being this goofball in a muscular man's body yk 😓

there will for sure be lil dents and cracks in both of your homes from his clumsy shenanigans 😭😭 STOP THE SPOON BEING BENT i could just imagine the food falling off the spoon when he's trying to feed you and he gets all shy abt it HAHA

he would definitely be so shy and apologetic abt it :(( the thought of hurting you hurts him, makes his poor lil heart ache if that happens. there are definitely instances throughout the relationship where he believed his heroic identity and obvious inhuman abilities would be the downfall of your relationship, yet it's so hard to imagine a life without you in it, and the kiss you leave to his lips after he spills that to you makes him nearly forget all about it. so that's why he's always cautious when it comes to you, always tries to let you do the first move in initiating affection even though he wants to do that too. he would be so so sweet, gentle, and soft whenever he's admiring you in more intimate situations 🥺

sometimes he may accidentally squeeze you a lil too hard or even picking you up by surprise while he's flying back home 😔

but he for sure makes mental notes about it. would place a nervous hand at your hips if he wants to backhug you, open his arms for you to fall into his embrace after noticing you've had a hard day at work, and overall just make you feel loved and cherished. and whenever the comfort and protection of his arms swallow you whole, you can't help but admire him too--over the small cut you notice at his lips from a very difficult battle that would fade away in time, the callouses at the tip of his fingers, while listening the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ear <3

there definitely is a big juxtaposition with being a superhero with the ability to hurt others too :(( but like you said... he tries because he loves you and has so much love to give, and that's all that matters 🥺

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!! I hope you're doing great, I was feeling little down today so I thought I'd ask some silly questions on here :)))

1-I actually wanted to ask this a long time ago, but have you ever thought of adding another female other than hima in the group like they'll become 10 then or was your original idea always only hima

2-what are some mimi and matz moments that made atiny melt, they're literally the cutest oml🥹🥹

3-I was wondering if jongho's and mimi's relationship together is like the younger most mature duo yk?

4-does hima let go when with ateez like does she finally feel like she doesn't have to worry about anything and just live the childhood she didn't get to live fully?

5-this might be uncomfortable it's fine if you don't feel comfy replying but I was wondering have any other kpop fans mocked hima for her parents cause I've seen some sick people shame tae and lisa for their family members who have passed away and mock them

6-did hima take these pics

(I'm delulu yes😔😔)

Love you bb take care, stay warm, and enjoy your holidays💓💓

Hi sweet!! I really hope you're feeling better today! 🥰 (I have my last exam later today so I hopefully will be able to put out more sweet content to make you smile)

• Nope my original idea was only Hima and at first she was going to be some kind of filler member - to really push the pirate concept by adding a siren, so she would only sing background vocals or high notes, would go on stage with the members but mainly take part in modeling gigs, not so much public appearances

• When they first made their debut, poor Hima couldn't handle the intense comeback schedules (early morning pre-recordings, fansigns, etc.,) so one of them would always be seen walking out of buildings with their little maknae sound asleep on their backs (they would cover her with their coat most of the time because they didn't want people taking pictures of her so exhausted)

Hongjoong was live (when they all shared a room) and atiny saw her tucking Seonghwa into bed because he'd fallen asleep reading, brushing away strands of hair, making sure he was comfortable and giving him a kiss on the forehead like he always did for her. About half an hour later she fell asleep on the floor while making some Lego that Seonghwa had offered her and it was her turn to be tucked into bed. Hongjoong even brushed her hair, took off the eye makeup she'd forgotten to remove and put her hand in Seonghwa's (her mattress was right next to his bed) in case she had any nightmares

During the stage check for the showcase of her very first EP 'Insomniac', Matz were caught by the main camera tearing up at the very first song (Intro; 00:01) and when the maknae noticed this, she immediately stopped her conversation with T.O.P to run up and hug them. Seonghwa went on live later and said that he didn't want to give spoilers but he nearly walked out during 'AM 4:44' because he couldn't handle hearing her say all of these things. Hongjoong actually did leave during 'Interlude; Tear' but came back near the end of the song

• They're kind of each other's release from the world - with Hima, Jongho isn't seen as a maknae so he can keep his normal level of maturity, taking care of her instead of the members taking care of him. Hima on the other hand feels like she can be quiet around him, like she can present the more mature side of herself because she knows he'll catch her if she falls back in the over-maturity she used to have, she also doesn't have to talk with him, kind of giving some peace when it comes to her hearing. Together they don't have the title of maknaes, they don't have to worry about age (even if they have a 1 year difference), their relationship kind of feels like being overstimulated then locking yourself in your room with all of these familiar comforting items; your bed, your desk, your phone, anything that brings you peace. How they sing together on stage is really reflective of how they feel towards each other; holding hands for support during high notes, standing back to back because they know the other's voice is supporting their own, etc

• At the beginning Hima felt 'safe' enough to let go of the maturity her circumstance had forced onto her, she was away from being alone, from the house where so many traumatic things happened, etc., but eventually when she developed her Depressive Disorder she started shutting down. The members noticed that she was unnaturally mature, less open about her emotions, always drowning in work, she just seemed to have lost that inner child that they all knew still needed to grow up. Eventually though with everyone reaching out to her, trying to hard to help, she began to break out of that shell and now she's basically living a second childhood surrounded by people who constantly hold her hand as it should have been all those years ago. That's why a lot of the times she's described as bright, somewhat innocent, always smiling, because that's how she was as a child and who she still is inside!

• Oh most definitely, I mean what better way to drive the one girl member away from your biases than to make fun of or blame her for the death of her parents, especially because she was 'supposed' to die that night and would have, had Hanzo not saved her. Because of this, she stopped going to their grave on trips to Japan for a while because she was afraid that they would come desecrate it. Pieces of her old survivor's guilt also resurfaced - even though she had to undergo so much work on herself to get over it (she never went to therapy because she would immediately shut down)

• Hehe of course she did! 🤭 The last picture was right before Mingi decided to pick her up by the waist and kiss his precious girlfriend in the middle of the street. The third pic is his new contact photo!

I think we lowkey share a brain though because the second I saw them after my math exam I was like "omg...Hima dropped new bf pictures" 🤧Love you too Mina! Take good care of yourself, of your physical and mental health and hopefully your holidays are peaceful even with all of these exams, Love You!! 😘🩷

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I really love your child reader writings with all my soul and it fills my soul and makes me feel safe and comforted, I adore them. I wanted to request something from Michael Myers where his younger sister (who is Angel Myers? but she is a reader) would visit him once a year at Smith's Grove (their parents do it willingly but avoiding Loomis, it never suited them as it seems). obsessed with a child) and Michael adores her, these are the only moments in which he comes to himself and is happy. Both brothers adore each other can be seen, reader's new parents see it and are heartbroken that Michael has been raised in a horrible environment so they try to at least ease their painful stay in Smith's Grove but Loomis realizes and wishes having reader as a patient, the parents deny it and they are denied visits but they do not leave without explaining to Michael. It is a plot that he had in his head, I feel that Michael did have problems as a child but also nobody offered him sincere help and he was left alone without meaning to. From then on I don't know where he's going, I'll leave it to his imagination, take care of yourself and I love his imagination! 🖤✨🌸

This sweet request has been rotting in my ask box for far too long.

Also sorry anon I couldn't really understand so I tried to the best of my abilities 😅

Also, for some reason I went with rob Zombie Michael. It just sounded more right with the way you described the scenario.

Warnings: blood, death, murder, yk the usual.

Relationship: platonic/sister brother relationship!!

Don't leave me again... Please..

You listened to the sound of your footsteps.

Tap

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The sound of your shoes making contact with the hospital ground sounded quite nice to you.

What was nicer was that you were visiting your brother again, you've done this every year. It's like a religious thing now.

You loved it since every time you came Michael seemed to always lighten up even though he has the most expressionless face ever. You know you're his source of light and he knows you know it too. (As much as he would cringe at that.)

You held on to the bag you had tightly. The soft crunching of the plastic wrapper inside it whenever you took a larger step than the previous. It was the 19th of October, it was Michael's birthday and also during his favorite holiday and you wanted to give him a bag of his favorite candies during it.

Your parents talking and discussing whatever they were discussing behind you along with guards near them.

Deciding to ignore everything and just walk until you see the visitation room. You heard from Michael how awful the sanitarium is, the food is always cold and stale and that they tasted like 'dog shit'. With this you tried to learn how to cook so that your brother may taste a decent home cooked meal for the first time in a long time.

You saw the visitation room where Michael was in and you happily opened the door, ignoring the guard's warning.

You could already see the slightly hopeful look on Michael's face right when you entered and turn into a small glad smile, although you weren't originally allowed or supposed to give an inmate anything, some strings were pulled by Dr. Loomis. What a nice man! Your parents seem to elude his presence you never understood why but you didn't really care as of now.

"Michael!"

"Reader!"

After hugging what felt like after hours, you sat down next to him and brought the bags onto the table. Showing your big brother how many kinds of treats you bought him. You mostly came around his birthday so it would be extra special. Other times you came randomly.

"Hehe, what is that supposed to be?"

"Well obviously it's a dog!"

You don't really know the reason why he was in a place like this. You asked your parents one time and they just answered with 'he's just a bit sick honey, but I'm sure he'll be better soon enough.' You nodded and rolled with it, although every time you visited Michael seemed to be in great shape and he never looked ill once. You just hoped whatever sickness they said he has will be gone soon, so you and Michael can play together for as long as you want in your home!

"Looks more like a cow..."

"It's a black and white dog!"

You always knew your brother was a bit unique from the others. He never really spoke to anyone. Never really wanted to stand out, never really wanted to make friends, join in sports, bully, do after school activities... Not really anything. But he was quite special in his own way. You knew that in your heart, he was special because despite all of his odd habits he was kind. Kind to you. He never dreamt of hurting you, would never even think of hurting you. But one person he really did think of hurting was Ronnie. 'An asshole, a pathetic joke of a father' was how your dear beloved brother would describe your old father. You were just an infant around that time so you couldn't really have an opinion of it. But one thing you were sure of was if Michael was acting like this because of him, you are really glad you didn't have to deal with Ronnie.

"I think this one tastes the best."

"Really? I think that's second best to this one!"

You remember searching for your parents to ask if you could sleep with them instead because you had a bad dream, hearing concerned quiet, almost whispering sad tones. "I know but it would feel so wrong to leave him after all that poor boy has been through. They said he's been acting fairly well these past months I'm sure he'll be discharged eventually. Let's give it more time."

That time never seemed to come. The only times you ever made any sort of contact with Michael was only in the hospital. You could tell he was getting so sick of it too. Discussing with you that every year he spends here the more irritated he gets, violent thoughts and getting more prone to anger.

He looks at you,

"I would never to anything like that to you though. Everything is way better with you." You know he won't. Your brother was the best.

"What!? What do the hell do you mean you want to keep her as a patient!?" Your mother said fiercely with confusion at the doctor's suggestion.

"Like I said Mrs. L/n, Y/n and Michael have a strong bond and brings out something in him that nothing else can. I think y/n may be able to help Michael with his pro-"

"No way...! You're not keeping our daughter in a place like this, she's just a small child-!" Your mother further protest.

"I know this may be a hard decision but-"

"I'm sorry Dr. Loomis, but we will not allow you to keep our daughter in an insane asylum." Your father speaks.

".... Very well then. But I'm afraid we cannot allow you to visit anymore."

"What!? You said yourself y/n and Michael have a strong bond together, why would you do this!?" Your mother can't contain her emotions anymore.

"I'm sorry Mrs and Mr. L/n."

Knowing deep inside her heart that she won't be getting shit from this doctor, asks for a simple request.

"Fine... But can we say goodbye to him? We can't just disappear without saying anything."

"You will may. Please arrive tomorrow at 7 am"

"Alright.. Thank you Dr. Loomis" Your father's tone is flat. But he can't start a scene.

"What? What do you mean we can't see him anymore after this?" The panic and confusion clear in your voice.

"I'm sorry honey... Something happened... And-"

"Noo! I can't leave Michael! I can't leave him! Do you know how lonely he gets?" Your shoulders get gripped on by your father.

"Y/n, behave yourself. I know this is so sudden but this is your last time with him so please, try not to be too upset."

You couldn't find the words to speak or talk back.

"What...?" The tension coming from you was already a bit dull and heavy when you walked in the room. Immediately contrasting with your brother's earlier energy. His worried eyes turning into ones of disbelief and shock. You can't come to yourself to look at him in his eyes, especially after those times where you promised to never leave or go away from each other for more than a year.

You felt the familiar stinging pain creeping up to your eyes and nose. Liquid forming and ready to spill, you think he couldn't be anymore upset than you since he wasn't saying anything.

"Oh my, I guess you won't be seeing each other anymo-" The nurse who were near the both of you, cut her sentence short and was instead now filled with the gurgling choked attempted screams. Your brain wasn't able to fully process what in the world you were witnessing. Blood spewed from her mouth.

You shrieked, "MICHAEL!!" He had stabbed her in the throat with the fork he was given with his lunch – you stared at him in horror and silence. Your sweet brother, what's wrong with him?

"Michael stop that!" You cried out and tried to pull him when he started choking the nurse. You wanted him to take that mask off, to be able to properly see his face, look at him in the eyes and ask him - "What has gotten to you?" You're sure you already know the answer. He hates this place. But at the same time you wish he would properly communicate with you.

He's panting. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, cascading down his mask and his gaze refused to look towards your direction. He doesn't speak. Neither of you do.

The silence breaks when a bunch of security guards come barging in – one restraining Michael by the arms, one crouching down to the nurse who you know is between the thin line of living and dead. And another pulling you away. Everything seemed to blur and slow down. You watched helplessly as Michael thrashed and screamed – although you couldn't hear it. You couldn't hear anything. Just panic.

It's a year later. Halloween. Again.

Michael held hope. You always had him hold onto hope when he couldn't feel like everything else was doomed. He was a nervous and anxious wreck – creating more masks to cope with the stress. 'Reader will come back.' 'She would never leave me.' 'She'll come back.. And I'll get to see her again..'

Right now he was nervously waiting for the guards or Loomis or whatever to come in and tell him the words he's been echoing in his head for so long 'Someone is here to see you' or more preferably, 'Reader'. Is all he needed to hear to settle the churning in his stomach and the uneasiness in his gut. It's Halloween. You will come back and see him.

You have to.

And he sits hours upon hours in his chair. Breakfast rolls, he goes back. Lunch comes around, he goes back to his cell. Dinner arrives... The moment he steps inside his horrible fucking containment he's seething with rage, frustration and anger.

This is all Loomis's fault! He's the reason behind all this! The reason he can't be with you, his angel sister... That asshole! His hands grip onto his hair while gritting his teeth before he slowly starts breaking down into tears.

Why...? Why can't he just go home to you? If it wasn't for Ronnie, Judith and her disgusting boyfriend none of this would have happened! He doesn't want to be here anymore!

After a while he calms down. His breathing ragged and rough but he considerably calmed down. He promises to himself and you, that when the right time comes. He'll break out of this hell hole and come to you. Have his sister by his side once again.

15 years later, October 30th

You were now in your mid twenties. Lying on your couch as you watch some cheesy horror movie. Yawning as your eyelids began to feel heavy.

15 years later and you still haven't forgotten about your Michael. You heard that normally your brain represses traumatic memories to protect yourself but for some odd reason you can't seem to forget your brother even if you tried. And some part of you doesn't want to. In your mind, he was still your big brother who loves and cared for you deeply.

You close your eyes, snuggling further into the couch cushion. You missed him – and you wonder if he still thinks about you sometimes too. Knife gripped tightly in his hand yet is willing to serve no purpose when it comes to you.

And yes, he does. He stood outside of the front door, peeking at you through the window through the slits of the mask. 60% of his thoughts are run by murder and instincts and the other 40% is run by you. He wants nothing more than to sit next to you on the couch, watch your reaction to him finally coming back home.

You'd be happy to see him, wouldn't you?

His hand grasps on the doorknob. You'd be happy to see him again.. Surely you wouldn't mind if he breaks the doorknob to come in?

'Please... Don't leave me again..' He thinks as he twists the doorknob with great strength, noticing how your figure immediately shot up from the couch.

[earlgreytea68]

i dont actually know the general consensus on I Am My Own Muse but to me it very clearly feels like pete addressing the fans directly - almost like a conversation? like the opening lines "here i am not sure you should take a chance. I like playing dumb letting you figure me out" basically completely summarises petes relationship with us during the early parts of this era. His uncertainty coming back but also the way he likes to keep us on our toes (like hes always done). His constant surprise that even one person appreciates his art. His odd fourth-wall-esque relationship w us - he always knows more than he lets on. like. these are crazy opening lines.

Especially looking at other songs petes addressed to us (namely thriller and our laywer). Those songs still feel like petes putting on a persona for our benefit. Hes talking to us through the mask he thinks we'll like best - but for his benefit not ours. In those songs he still wants to show his appreciation for the fans but hes afraid to be vulnerable about it. He hides behind tongue and cheek self deprecation (put this record down, we are bad news, we're only good to have almost famous friends... that whole song tbh) or like implication of rejection/disaster (we r not making an acceptance speech, car crash hearts, only thing i havent done yet is die) and its all glitz and distraction bc thats what he does. he will tell us their hearts beat for the diehards but not before telling us why its a bad idea. its defensive from the get go but in Muse he doesnt do that. yes he defends himself but his tone is balanced between resigned and resolute. its stripped down to just his own thoughts voiced aloud. it feels so much more genuine despite how much vaguer in address it is.

Also the general theme of this song is feeling hidden/secret (e.g. the angels didnt know his name, him feeling faded, feelings were tucked away) but trying to draw attention anyway(throw the year away, smash all the guitars, drop a bomb on things we care about) even if its hard/painful (twist the knife again, trying to keep it together).

This coupled with the title is a perfect representation of his journey as an artist in this era no? The vulnerability hidden in old songs and spoken word poems that he relives each night of the tour. An amalgamation of every little moment he created and tucked away is reborn on stage. And who has he shared this particular journey with??? The fans. It was us who he finally trusted with his works and words in the shows and we sang them back at him. Patricks journey alongside pete has felt more obvious bc of his whole demeanour but its pete who wrote his heart out to us. I think this song is a way of pete kinda of juggling this idea in his head before it ever took shape in thw real world. A way of connecting back with his audience. Not as an act of nostalgia but as moving on together. its a gorgeous song and it feels like a love letter to us in the very oarticular way a love letter from pete wentz feels like. its not soft or even sweet but it leaves you feeling comforted and stronger anyway. its solidarity yk.

ANYWAYS thats my ramble for today hope it was worthwhile <33 i really had to get that one out otherwise i may have exploded. can you tell smfs as an album and an era is my baby. sorry this is such a long one lol. hope you r having a great day :)

Awwww I *love* this. I *adore* "I Am My Own Muse" and I always have and I love everything you say about it. To write a song that sounds like that and then call it so deliberately "I Am My Own Muse," like, that we are there and ever-present but in the end he's got to come from his own authentic place. And it's like his instinct is to play a little coy and not be so vulnerable, but also he just wants to scream so someone hears him: Smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars, like, he's screaming so that we will all see. He's trying so hard to keep it together, keep it together, so smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars, because we are all in it together, and throw the whole year away and start fresh.

Look, i am Peterick all the way, we all know, and I think I've even used lyrics from this song in a Peterick fic, but in my secret heart of hearts, if you really ask me to be serious, what do I think Pete Wentz is writing about........I kinda think he's always writing about us.

[saralovesyouu]

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HOHOHO hi there darling, I saw that you write for mystic messanger and ahhh~ I'm so glad. That games got me in a LITTERAL chokehold the last few days I Litteraly can't focus on anything else beside it...haha anyways onto the request

I read your rules and everything so I think I'm good to go

I was thinking

Zen x reader first kiss maybe imagine or headcanons or whatever youre more comfy with

Anyways love you don't forget to eat and drink (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Zen x reader (gn) — First kiss.

Aww you’re so sweet, and I can do both since I don’t have anything else to do atm!! Also I didn’t know if you wanted it to be fem or masc reader so it’s gn! And I didn’t know if you meant reader/Zen’s first kiss or the first kiss in the relationship, so I just made it so it was the first kiss in the relationship, but if you meant smth else lmk and I’ll re-write it! Sorry that it’s a bit short, if you wanted it to be longer I could write more!

- I would think Zen wouldn’t be very shy about kissing you, even if it’s your first kiss (in the relationship..)

- I feel like the first thing Zen would do almost immediately after you officially got together—would be kissing you. But ofc he would wait until you’re ready to cause he loves you and don’t wanna make you uncomfy.

- Yk how he’s always flirty in his route? I feel like he would try to make it less.. obvious that he wanted to kiss you but still flirts with you to the point of HINTING that he wants to.

- If you don’t catch onto it, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you straight, and would even tease you if you got flustered.

- But overall I feel like he’d be very patient and wouldn’t want to rush you if you wanted to wait until you felt the moment was right. <3

You and Zen were currently laying down on the grass, watching as the stars twinkled and shimmered, pointing at every odd shape some of them formed. He had invited on you on a picnic, in the place he would hide away to, he thought what better than to be there, no one to interrupt, just you and him with the crickets in the background.

It was nice, not having to worry about Zen’s fans following you both around and pestering you. It was also nice to not have the chaos of RFA, just the two of you. Nothing more than the sound of crickets chirping every now and then, and the slight breeze that rustled the grass. To Zen, it was perfect. Just laying with you, all alone with only the stars as your witness.

Zen turned to you, his gaze loving as he reached to caress your face.

“Hey?” You giggled, turning on your side so now you were face-to-face with him.

“Hey.” He smiled warmly at you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

You two stayed there for a moment or two, maybe longer, but you didn’t know. All you knew is that you were laying there, safe and comfortable. The only light there was the small lamp Zen had brought, which perfectly illuminated your face. To him, you looked absolutely stunning, perfect in his eyes.

His gaze which was once set on your eyes, moved down to your soft lips. You two haven’t kissed once in the relationship, but he was just waiting for you to be ready.

While you were waiting for the perfect moment.

There was no rushing this pure night, holding each other so close, that it felt impossible to be even closer.

You turned your head slightly, gazing up at the stars and the moon. “The moon.. it looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” You asked with a smile, gazing back into his crimson eyes.

“Never as beautiful as you.” He teased, but he wasn’t smirking—he was genuinely smiling.

Your face flushed, and with a huff, you shifted your gaze back to the sky.

“Hey..” he cooed, grabbing your chin gently so you would look back at him “you know I love you, right?”

Right then and there, your heart fluttered, and it felt as if a million butterflies were swarming in a tornado-like way inside of your stomach.

“Yeah..” was what you managed to reply, then whispering a “..I love you too.”

He smiled at you once more, his gaze trailing back to your lips. Oh how badly he wanted to kiss you, and you noticed. You noticed how he looked at your lips for a moment too long before flickering back to your eyes, but you took it as he might be a bit sleepy, and thought nothing of it.

Zen wanted to get frustrated, he wanted to be closer to you, but he just couldn’t. He wanted to be patient with you, he didn’t want you to run from him because he was rushing or being too pushy. But he just couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your entire face flushed bright red, as your eyes darted back to his. “What?” you uttered, thinking maybe you heard him wrong.

But this only made him even more determined.

“I said,” he murmured, reaching to caress your face in his hands. His hands felt soft against your skin, as if they were meant to hold you. “Can I kiss you?”

“I..” you were too flustered to speak, heart pounding in your chest—so loudly you thought he might hear it. It wasn’t for a while that you finally managed to give a shy nod, and that’s all it took for Zen.

Zen quickly leaned in, eager to feel his lips against yours, impatient to kiss you. He smiled when you let out a surprised squeak, but returned his kiss after a few moments. He pulled away, slowly and reluctantly, he felt his heart swell at the sight of you.

Your cheeks were flushed, and you were breathing a bit heavily from how flustered you were. It wasn’t long before he leaned back in, and kissed you once again.

It was perfect, you and him, kissing under the moonlight with no fangirls in sight, and no one there to bother you. Just Zen and his lovely partner, kissing under the blanket of stars.

(A/N) : I got so excited when I saw something in my inbox more like when I got the notification and I wanted to say thank you sm for requesting this! It was really fun to write, and if you want me to fix anything just say the word and I’ll make any adjustments you want! Sorry for writing so much in an author’s note, it’s just this is the first ask I’ve gotten and I’m really happy about it. :)

Also it’s proofread! I made sure to double check for spelling errors and grammar mistakes, so if I missed something hopefully I didn’t lmk! Also lmk if you want me to change smth in it, but overall tysm for requesting this.

[readceran]

hii mal !! can u talk abt lorelei/emm i wanna hear abt them (like a basic overview of the ship if u want!! or anything!!) bc based off of ur posts they sound like an otp .. 🫶 i hope this finds u well!! (@dmclr)

HIII CLARA sorry this took so long to get to ive been busy but thank u!! for sending this!!!! 🫶🏻 im always looking for an excuse to talk about Them lately

SOOOO lorelei ! has the mourn watch background which. ofc because emm is a mourn watcher also and the in game interactions are sooooo good. anyways. lorelei's background is p much the same as the in game "you were found in a tomb as an infant" situation because honestly. im obsessed with that.

anyways lorelei grows up into! kind of a weird adult who finds a lot of comfort in & around death because. yk their whole life they were surrounded by death bc they were taken in by a mourn watch couple. & they find the idea that oh, one day the Horrors will cease and we will all be at peace :) because um. lorelei has some issues that i will not go into Right Now but just know. this guy is dealing with some thoughts and experiences (which are in part just like. gestures at the state of the dragon age universe. things are always happening here and lorelei is always thinking about that)

the necropolis & nevarra city are very much like . The Only Home Lorelei Has Ever Known btw so they are kind of. alarmed when suddenly they are basically told "hey umm. the way you handled the situation with the whole war of the banners thing was not ideal you were impulsive and controversial and we need you to be Elsewhere while things cool down". because like, theyre being told they need to leave their home and their family and their work/education because of that. which is frustrating honestly kind of devastating. but thats how they end up w varric bc they have no where else to go

and then like? two years later they go back Finally because they need a fade expert and ofc <3 thats emm! and lorelei is sooo weird about being back its so. Uncomfortable because theyve been gone all this time after being essentially forced out & its weird seeing all these familiar faces who lorelei kind of. feels like are judging them because of what they did so theyre just kind of trying to avoid everything. recruit emm get Out. and i think emm kind of notices this and takes note SO i like to think thats why he makes this effort to get lorelei to go to the memorial gardens w him and do the rituals bc like. its his way of kind of welcoming lorelei home and making them feel welcome which of course makes lorelei like. Oh. Oh No. because its soooo sweet and he cares sm and they are just. They Really Like Him.

anyway. their relationship mostly progresses the way it does in game except lorelei is Way more um. awkward and weird and anxious bc they are an awkward and weird and anxious person. they dont know how to act on their feelings or express them .

unrelated to anything ive talked about but i think these two have the potential to make each other Infinitely Better or Infinitely Worse.... mortal emm x lorelei is like, they are making each other better and helping each other face their fears and lich emm x lorelei is truly they love each other but they r indulging the worst in each other because of their own fears and insecurities . its the bad end for them def but im also. so fascinated by it. im studying them

djdjjfbd im going to stop here bc otherwise i will Never stop and this is already kinda long but ! thank u for asking about them and if u want to know more.........i am always thinking about them so i always have Thoughts

[bisluthq]

I feel like we might be going a bit far with the whole "he didn't make an effort, that's his thing". We're making it sound like Taylor was putting up with someone who wasn't there and didn't like her. And sure idk Joe personally but I don't see him as this passive human being with no will to live or with no personality at all. I know the haters see it that way, because he doesn't give much away but everyone has a personality and a mind on its own. And not everyone's personality is the kind of loud, fill the room personality. That doesn't mean the person is not interesting, maybe it just means you have to get closer to them. Maybe it means they are not as comfortable as to show themselves to strangers as other people do.

I mean yeah by the end he was probably done, but I don't think he spend months and months on end or like a year or more just being there, not making her feel loved or anything and just being there yk. Do we think he was some kind of mad man who suddenly forgot he had a girlfriend or would do his life ignoring her and she was just like oh yeah I'm going to put up with this for some weird reason?

If that was the case things would have ended sooner. There's a lot of theories about this breakup just based on one song that depicts the end of it, but that's it. And even if you see in the song, she says he was still telling her he loved her...it wasn't like he forgot about her or stopped acknowledging her. In my honest perception, YLM is mainly about miscommunications (on both ends by the way). I don't even see it as a lack of effort like most people not necessarily atleast. To me that song tells me Taylor was unhappy with how things were doing between them and felt like for some reason he was pretending they were fine or didn't acknowledge they weren't by talking to her about it at the very least. I feel like neither were communicating with each other tbh. He didn't acknowledge what was happening and by what she described neither was she. The only time she mentions talking to him is the opening line and if that was the kind of dialogue that was going on...I mean...

My point is throughout all the song she just keeps waiting for him to say something, hoping he does but it doesn't seem to me like she was doing anything herself. Besides all the signs she was hoping he would see, which gives me crappy communication exile vibes more than anything.

Idk if I'm making myself clear, like I'm not saying Taylor was crazy and everything was perfect but I also don't believe he is this passive person who supposely asked her to marry him just because and in a lazy non chalant way and that apart from the first two years or something he stopped giving a shit about her or about romancing her.

I'm sure they had their problems but I think it was only in the last months the same will to solve wasn't there on his part. That was probably what was hard for her. Up until that time they were both in to fight and solve stuff and then he decided even if not conscious, maybe it wasn't worth it anymore. But like I said there were two people in the relationship fighting for it until they weren't and it feels a bit uncomfortable to assume otherwise.

I buy this very thought out take entirely.

But I do still think he didn’t make enough tangible effort towards the end and again, it’s not just YLM - it’s also Sweet Nothing. Again, I get the romance of the song intellectually but knowing they were on the rocks I kinda think it says it all - he wasn’t expecting anything from her at the end and in return he wasn’t really doing much.

obviously this doesn’t apply to 6.5 years but the last year or so clearly wasn’t amazing for either person.

[xo-adeline]

Hellooo! Sort of my first time doing a matchup request please don't feel rushed to complete mine, and here have a cookie as a virtual gift from me to you! 🍪

I would like to request a genshin impact matchup if that's alr,

-My name is Rosetta and i go by any pronouns, the only person i do not want to be paired with is dottore but other than that go crazy ✨️.

-i have a particular dislike to loud noises as well and also the sound of when people tapping on glass

-but i do like sweets, fruit (especially strawberries and melon), coffee, dresses, makeup, just being very girly in general, books (specifically those non-fiction pretaining to law, philosophy and history) aaand cottagecore + a lot of fantasy type stuff.

-For hobbies i love to bake and cooking, just the feeling of making something and sharing them with people i love makes my heart warm, other than that i read, sing and draw. As for personality wise, i'm an INTP-T so pretty introverted, an August Leo; plus i adore theoretical and deep conversation when i am comfortable with the person i'm talking to. Not only that, i've been told i have an almost motherly kind of vibe by my friends😅

-Personally for love languages i adore physical affection, it just makes me feel safe and secure along with words of affirmation, gift giving whether giving or recieveing (designation sugar mommy of the friend group right here) and when someone just pays attention to the little things, it makes my heart melt <33

-For appearance, i'm short (5ft, ik you can laugh) and my bodybuild is quite chubby, with stretchmarks and stuff which does suck but that's life. I have dark brown hair eys of the same color, fair skin (two shade away from paper pale 💀) and my overall aesthetic sort of varies but mostly the old disney style if yk what i'm getting at

-hope this isn't too long and again, no rush. Take your time and please rest as mucj as you can <33333

I think you'd look good with...

Thoma!

-> Oh my gosh! Like perfect Mother, Father of the friend group relationship! Especially since you both also have a hobby of baking and cooking! -> The cutest little baking dates! And when you're doing that you're either going out on the town to cute places with really great scenery and just spending time with each other hand in hand and talking about whatever you feel like talking about whatever you feel like! Another thing is having cute little reading dates! -> Understands about being introverted and he'll mostly be the person talking in conversations, though most of the time he does try to make sure that you're not around a bunch of people all the time -> He loves being able to see you after his shifts at the Kamisato Estate and being able to hug you! Whenever he has the chance he goes out and gets you cute little things for your room, and whenever you come over he takes the things you get him and moves them around his room so it's like a little scavenger hunt whenever you come over! -> Whenever you visit him at the Kamisato estate and it gets a little to loud he'll make sure you get to a quieter place, normally with Ayaka whenever she's not doing anything, or she at least help you if it's something where she has to be! (She loves you too, you're the perfect match for him, so why wouldn't she?)

Other potential matchups - Navia and Nilou

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

love & relationships for silver

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

he thinks it's so sweet,,,,, a special kind of affection and devotion where you trust and care for each other more than anything?? please sign him up. it sounds so comforting he may cry.

What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

he uh. he hasn't really. experienced it. david is very inexperienced in romance and partially it's thanks to a lack of... interest? priority? in romance in the past. "it sounds really nice but it's not really calling me right now." kinda deal. and so he... hasn't gotten his heart broken like that.

more utc !!

Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

he believes in destiny, and things happening a certain way so better things can happen in the future. he kinda has to. and so, he believes that certain people are fated to meet and affect each other in immense ways. "isn't that what a soulmate is? if it is, i think they exist."

What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

PASSION, MORE PASSION, MORE ENERGY, MORE ENERGY. ahem. he loves himself someone who's passionate and dedicated to what they do. someone who takes no nonsense and goes straight to the point. if we mean physically he likes pretty faces and nice hands though, ahem.

What does your character fear most in a relationship?

hurting the other person. at least, with eloi. he's aware of his own baggage and failings and he's terrified of it hurting and pushing him away, especially when he's most vulnerable.

How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

yk the post that's like "i die?? lmao what kinda question". that's him w insecurities. j swallows em right up. he gets possessive when he get jealous tho ehe

What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

non romantic? his best friends back home. he entrusted everything to them, he entrusts everything to them now. he's fiercely loyal to them, and he misses them terribly.

How does your character show love and affection?

DID ANYONE ORDER PHYSICAL TOUCH. no?? too bad. he's clingy as FUCK man, all hugs and kisses. he ALREADY greets his friends with cheek kisses and on occasion a hug. when he's in a relationship? god. a fucking tick.

What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

love hurts a bit. sometimes it's hard to understand because the recipient is so far away, in so many forms. you can try to love your way through the distance, you can do your best to mend it, but even if you do, it still hurts.

What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

again, non romantic? he left his entire life behind and joined the protocol so he could protect his community, his friends, his family. he severed ties with himself, and a chance to get to grow and live his life as himself, all so he could protect those he loves most. and he'd do it again.

How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

meh. he had a bit of internalized homophobia that he got over by age 18. his cultural context makes it so he's more open/understanding about non traditional relationships though !!!

Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

i wouldn't be shocked if people thought weird shit from his relationship with eloi. but not really, he's pretty straightforward.

How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

he... hasn't! yet, at least. knowing him though, he'd act like it didn't hurt him and then cry and mope in the shower for WEEKS. protective tough front and all that.

What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

how do you love? how does it work? how do you keep it working? how do you earn it?

How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

i mean yeah his current boyfriend is also his coworker lol

[nyxblues1]

You were packing with your boyfriend to go on your way to a vacation for the Summer. You were having second thoughts to where you both were going considering the vacation is the same place where the guy you were talking to but left with no explanation lived at.

You had told your boyfriend this and he did not seem like he liked it, but quite the contary, he was quite thrilled to show our relationship off if we see him. I loved this idea though.

So here you are in line at the airport with your big boy [hes muscular, tall, very good looking, and such a sweetheart with his perks yk] on your way to your vacation. It was a long flight there. You both were exhausted and desperately needed to stretch your legs.

Finally, you arrive to the vacations airport. It was so beautiful outside. You get your luggage and head to get a car rental. Then, go to the hotel. It was right next to a beach. A famous beach. It was so breathtaking. The view was amazing from the hotel. We rested for quite a bit snuggling into each others arm as we dooze off.

The alarm we had put on started to ring. The time difference was horrible but we managed. Then, we changed into our clothes, our beach clothes. My man looked so hot. I wanted to devour him right here right now. And him thinking the exact same towards me. [I had quite a body. I had a small waist with abs, muscular thighs, and a lean upper body but muscular too] I did my hair as well, I always straighten it as it shows my highlights beautifully. I made sure to put extra padding in my bikinis top part bc of my pierced tits. And we grabbed the necessary things to go down to the beach. My sweet boyfriend carries my bag of light things while I hold his hand to put on my sandals. We get out of the hotel and walk a short distance to get to the beach. It was so close, it was amazing. Then, we get there. It wasnt exactly packed but we did have to get a umbrella to shield the sun.

We started to get comfortable and we went into the water. It was still extremely sunny outside so the water wasnt as cold. Me and my boyfriend start to have fun and talk as we take pictures as well. It was so relaxing and peaceful. We went out to rest and cuddle in the sand as we took more pictures.

Then we went back into the water. It was freezing. I started shivering and told him it was way too cold. My boyfriend starts laughing and tells me to dry off while he goes get us alc drinks. It was at a small shop very close nearby. I lay down on the chair and I get out my smutty book. My boyfriend loves to reenact these spicy scenes with me. He comes back to me and gives me my drink. He cuddles close to me and listens to me read the book aloud to him while we drink. It was amazing.

We had then got up to get refills. My boyfriend went ahead to get them while I started to get up to stretch and put my book back in my bag. I was looking to the beach. It was so beautiful. The sounds of the waves crashing was so peaceful. I could forever live here with my mans I thought to myself. I then started to look around the beach. There were less people now, my boyfriend was still in line. I continued to look everywhere. I was thinking about what we were going to get for food. Then my thoughts get interrupted when I see him. Him the guy who I had fell for and who told me lies who left me with no explanation. I took months trying to figure out what happened between us until I met my sweet precious boyfriend. He healed me and showed me what true love is. What a mature man is. He is the man I am marrying, not this fool. I looked away from him. His friend caught me staring and nudged him to my way. He looked at me to get a better view and immediately regonized me sadly.

He continued to get down to the sand to yell out my name. He said y/n? And I looked back and said yeah? Oh woww hii its been a long time huh. He chuckled and said yeah it has. How have u been? I cant believe your here. I said yeah im on vacation for the Summer. Ive been great thank u. I feel his friends oogling at me. Staring at my pierced tits and down my goregous body. I nudged past em and started to walk up to the sidewalk next to the sand. Them behind me following. He continues to try to talk to me and says why arent u talking to me? I've told u to tell me when ur here for vacation so I can show u around. I laughed. I gently grabbed his jaw and yanked him down to my height. I whispered and pointed to my boyfriend. I said that man right there is so hot dont u think? I should ask for his number. He looked at me and said no I'm your man. I laughed and let him go and my boyfriend is coming to me with drinks in his hand. Hes giggling at the scene before him. He knew that he was the fool and laughed at how u reacted. He was so proud of you. He continued to walk to you and I just stare at him while the fool stares at me. My boyfriend comes to me and kisses me deeply. I love when my man is possessive and jealous ugh. He gave me my drink and said hi princess. I said hi my love. He tells the fool if he could hold his drink. He grabs it dumbfounded and my boyfriend hoists me up to his waist while then turning to the fool to get his drink back again. He continues to kiss me deeply as he walks us back to our seating. The fool does not know what to do. He just stares dumbfounded. Me and my boyfriend laughed and we sat down. Him and his friend go someplace else. Me and my boyfriend assumed he got mad and left the beach.

I crawled down from his lap to lay down on his chest while we sip on our drinks. That was therapeutic. I kissed him deeply and looked up at him and said thank you. He mumbled mmm your welcome i know u would do the same thing. I love you. And I said I love you.

It started to get a bit darker. Me and my boyfriend were resting while I took out my book again to read to him. I was deeply interested in the book that I did not notice what my boyfriend was doing. He softly wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. We fully made out like this for like 2 minutes it felt like. I let go first and continued to read my book. He slowly puts his hand down and started to slowly put it down my chest to my tits. I looked at him and he said keep reading princess. I continued reading confused but I was not conplaining. He slowly put his hand over one of my boobs and played with the piercing. I gasped and grabbed his wrist while putting my thighs together. I looked up at him and pulled him into a heavy makeout sesh. It was so hot and so muxh tension anyone could feel it. And they did. By they I mean the fool and his friend. Turns out my boyfriend saw them passing by to get drinks but while they were waiting in line they had stared at us. My boyfriend got posessive and showed him what he missed. He shows me off and man did I love it when I found out why he started doing it in the first place. I smiled against his lips and whispered to his ear wanna really show him? He chuckled breathless saying fuck yes. I crawled onto his lap. Slowly dropping the book into the bag. My boyfriends hands came to my ass and my hips slowly gently caressed me.

I started to kiss him gently while slowly rolling my hips. The kiss got more passionate and heated. We continued like this and I knew he was watching bc he was in my view of eyesight. Hes staring, dumbfounded. Completely regretting ever doing that to me. I smiled against my boyfriends lips and continued the kiss until I broke it off and started to kiss his neck and his sweet spot. He was gently moaning while I was too. We started smiling and looked up to him and I smiled amd waved while my boyfriend waved and winked at him. It was hilarious. My boyfriend whispers to my ear saying to lets go back to the hotel to finish what I started. I giggled and said okay. We packed our things and put the umbrella back as we were on our way back to the hotel.

As we walked past them, my boyfriend gave me a heated kiss in front of them and continued to walk while holding my waist closely too him. The fool looked so dumbfounded as he did not know what just happened. He was utterly confused and was completely regretting what he did. We continued to back to the hotel. We finally get to our room and the tension was so painful. Well yk what we did. Them spicy scenes from the book I was reading ;]

[solivagant-nubivagant]

So yeah I told him about my blog…he’s cute. He wanted me to talk about it. Idk maybe I’ll give him the ID some day…that would be a big step tbh…

Idk I just feel kinda gloomy rn. Nothing special. I’m thinking about him. He’s pretty, like ofc, guys are usually handsome and hot and all that. While he is DEFINITELY all that, he’s also pretty. And I mean that in a way you say “pretty boy” like someone who is cute and cuddly and kind and handsome. Tbh if he were an icecream flavour he’d be bubblegum or vanilla. Why two so damn different ones? Well bubblegum is his favourite. And it’s so like him…when I first had that icecream, (and yeah if he was food he’d be icecream) it reminded me of childhood, and just the whole absence of purity and innocence and joy…I can’t describe it but it tasted the way playing hopscotch felt…and that’s a lot like him, sweet, funny, nostalgic, comforting. Whereas for vanilla, I said that because well quite frankly, I love vanilla, (my favourite would always be caramel but still) you can never go wrong with a vanilla flavoured thing tbh. Plus it’s customisable, you can add a *ploop* of caramel on it with some fruits maybe? And it tastes awesome. Idk vanilla is just comforting to me, again, not good with expressing feelings tbh (it’s the autism)

Vanilla is like something you can lean on. Like when I don’t understand any flavour I just go with vanilla. I can lean on it for support if that makes sense there’s nothing that can go wrong with vanilla.

He’s like that.

Idk what it’s about him but he feels a lot different than other people I’ve met. With people I’ve had crushes on or been in a relationship with, I’ve always felt this rush of excitement and all butterflies and all yk? But with him, while I do feel those (OH DEFINITELY whenever I look at him for the first time on every video call, I have to hold my breath he’s just so damn pretty) but he feels very comforting to me, like I know him. Idk that’s the best way I can describe it, talking to him feels like we know each other. I’m so shy, the first time I talked to my ex on call I did not speak a single word on the call because of how many butterflies I had (yeah I loved that guy) but with him even if I don’t wanna /can’t talk, I somehow go ahead and invent it. I don’t wanna stop talking to him, I never want our time together to end.

And tbh, I just don’t mean that just cause of romantic love or something, it’s very genuine. Not *just* romantically. I love him like the way I love my best friend, I just have a bit of romantic feelings too. If that makes sense.

The way he talks and the facial expressions he makes, man I love listening to him and observing him. The way his accent gets all mixed up when he’s ranting, even though I have a bit of a trouble understanding him then, I love it. I’d listen to it on repeat. May sound creepy lol. I’ve written poems about people, and intellectual paragraphs, but the thing I’m writing rn is the most genuine thing I’ve ever written about someone. I genuinely love him, and not just in a romantic sense.

Huh I’m thinking if I do decide to give him my ID 💀 what would he think if he read this…? 💀💀

Doesn’t mean I’m gonna hide it though, I love him, and that’s the truth. He has to deal with it 😂

While a few people (2) before him knew I have a blog I’ve never actually shared my ID with someone. Yeah but I do wonder, what he would think of me if he ever decided to look through this thing. Would it change the way he looks at me? Maybe. Well we’ll see…but hey if you read this whole thing, just know that some of the things I’ve written down here are written in my most impulsive depressive moments, I do that, I speak weird stuff just to get the impulsive thoughts out of my head, most of them I don’t even believe in later. My mother always told me to get the impulsive thoughts out, and it does help so. Tbh I never filter out this blog, it’s one place I feel my most authentic self. And if I do end up sharing this with you, I just want you to know me for me too. <3

Well whenever he calls me up it means so much to me tbh, he showed me his sketches, he just makes me feel loved and so does Zainab. Like both of them, they make me feel so loved, and I’ve never had that before…I was always told people always hurt you, and they’ve done that, but these two just…change my perspective on things every-time I talk to them. They care about me, they LOVE the fact that I talk so much when all my life people told me to shut up, seriously both of them tell me to talk more like can you believe that

I love these two so much, honestly both of them won’t even realise how much I love them. They’ve been with me through my worst moments and it seems like they have no intention to leave any time soon. Man I just love them so damn much. They make my life worth living tbh.

Him tho…tbh I can talk more about him..idk for how long I’ve been typing, sitting behind this door, but rn it feels good to do it.

He got so happy when I told him we could have a *chance* of meeting, I don’t think I would ever be able to imagine he was so happy if I didn’t hear it in his voice. Man…it’s just so hard for me to imagine someone being so happy to see me. It made my heart melt, I wanted to cry and hug him so damn hard.

I don’t think I’d be able to go tho, situation at my friend’s house isn’t that good.

I’d hate to break it to him…but we’ll hopefully I can visit him some day. I really do hope so. Ok if I get the college I want I’m going on a solo trip to see him. I deserve that.

Tbh I also wanna know what he thinks of when he’s looking at me or talking to me…like I REALLY wanna know IM SO CURIOUS

I WANNA KNOW EVERY DETAIL DAMMIT

I doubt it’s as elaborate as mine 💀😂

Tbh that’s also kinda fascinating to think about how different/similar (I doubt that) our thinking is. Must be fun to analyse it lol

And now my buttcheek hurt from sitting on the floor to long. See that’s the thing when you have a flat bum. No cushion support

[direwombat]

That anon again. Thank you for listening to my rambling. And if it matters any, Joseph gets plenty of chances to Suffer during my dep's canon. Because we're (plural because this is all from an RP verse my best friend and I have where she plays Joseph and a 'John fucker' GFH while I play my dep and John) bitches like that and can't let the Seed boys get away with being the worst without suffering for it. (1/?)

A major theme of Joe and Dep's relationship is 'be careful what you wish for' since he spends a good early portion of things wanting to change her to fit his whims (for her 'own good' of course), but oops, he gets attached to who she is but by the time he realizes it, his actions are already responsible for her having begun to change for the worse. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Joseph. Now suffer. And I'm rambling again, but I had another question to ask. Two actually.

First: how did you first get comfortable with sharing Syb with the rest of tumblr? I ask because part of me is tempted to do this with my Dep, but the other part of me is scared of being perceived and judged for my dep, my interpretations of characters, etc. Two: With Augustine becoming Faith, did Joseph specifically pull this to punish Syb? Because I'm getting big 'you took my family member, now I take yours' vibes. And it sounds about right and petty and fucked up enough for Joe. (3/3)

f;lakdjfaldfkj that's TOTALLY FAIR i sure as hell don't let jacob off easy either fal;dfjkadf

and OOF well...to answer question 1: i've been shouting about my ocs into the void of the internet for the past several years (got started in the dragon age fandom, moved to the general dnd fandom, and ended up here) having friends already on tumblr/in the fandom space to share ideas and bounce off of certainly helps. it's for sure scary!, but tbh? the more you talk about them the more curious people will get. at least that's been my experience. and then of course, engaging with other people who have their own ocs, rb-ing their art/fic/sending asks for ask games and prompt lists are a great way to kind of find your place in the fandom/community and make friends! And to address your fear of being judged for your dep/interpretations of characters, i'll just say this: fandom would be boring if everyone had the exact same interpretation of the characters and it's ok to disagree with an interpretation as long as you're not a dick about it, yk? And, just like people irl, everyone's deputy is different and adds to the fandom!

my advice: do whatever you feel most comfortable doing. make your characters in picrews and do those uquizes! I normally open tag, so if you see one from me that you like! tag me! this includes wip wednesdays/whenevers too if you ever feel brave enough to share any writing you have! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, you are your oc's number one fan! if (god forbid, and i've never seen this happen personally) someone doesn't like them and has the gall, the sheer audacity to say that to your face? block them. have fun with your oc is what i'm getting at. they're your little barbie/bratz/whatever doll that inspires the most nostalgia for you. we're all just playing little games, telling little stories and dressing up our personal blorbos however we want. :)

as for question 2:

ahh.. poor sweet Augustine. So, Augustine is a park ranger who was on duty at the Whitetails Ranger Station the night of the Reaping and was injured in a pretty nasty fall. One of his coworkers (another oc, Shaw) is one of Jacob's Chosen (who spent a lot of time undercover as a civilian), and after hearing that the Deputy escaped, he essentially lets Jacob know that they have a piece of leverage against her. He's sent to Joseph to heal, where he's very subtley and slowly indoctrinated into the cult. He keeps Augustine hidden from Syb and he also keeps it secret that Syb is the one causing misery to the Cult/newfound family Augustine has found himself welcomed into (as much as he and syb love each other, they're not perfect and uh...there are some abandonment issues there). anyway, i'm still kind of ironing out the details of it all, but essentially, after john and faith are neutralized (john dead and faith/rachel safe and getting clean) jacob and joseph are like, "alright, time to use our secret weapon." Syb knows they have Augustine at this point, but she's under the impression that he's a prisoner, not a member of the cult.

So they meet up on neutral ground (i'm thinking tanami island) only instead of a loving and wholesome reunion, Syb finds out that her brother drank the kool-aid and Augustine finds out that his sister is the one causing the "unnecessary" violence plaguing the Project (which also, Joseph is very careful to shield Augustine from the actual violence, and paints the Project as a much more peaceful organization than it actually is). Anyway, cult tactics win over in Augustine's head and he turns against Syb, and given the power vacuum in the Henbane and his *ahem* closeness to Joseph, he's offered the mantle of Herald/Brother Faith. And. Yeah. It's definitely a method to punish/break Syb, and it's also a way to reward Augustine for his loyalty. Even she wouldn't kill or arrest her own brother. That reunion with her brother is the beginning of Syb's breaking point, and everything after that is just her slipping into misery, helplessness, and despair. everything about this is exploitative as hell :)

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2.1K

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 3: Greed

← chapter 2 | chapter 4 →

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader ; mentions of getou suguru

| WARNINGS: a few spoilers but nothing too important right now, nsfw, explicit/suggestive language, kinda rough sex, toxic behaviour, unprotected sex (be safe and pee after yk aha), gender neutral reader, toxic gojo satoru, reader and gojo are down bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count later

| A/N: so chapter 3 uhh didn’t think i would reach this far but yea !! i think you kinda know where this is going, a lot of toxicity and satoru suffering of a possible one sided love?? who knows !! anyway i tried not to make this chapter way too explicit since it’s not the goal of the series, just wanted to add a spicy chapter !! anyway i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think <3 i’ll post it on ao3 too!!

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were both so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

Advantageous.

Convenient.

Superficial.

Selfish.

That’s how your relationship with Satoru could be described since that night after the heated argument you both had regarding the feelings towards Getou Suguru.

Nothing really changed.

You both still ignored each other in the hallways of the school, walking past each other as if you weren’t a tangled mess of limbs the night before, coming undone in the arms of the other. There was no point in discussing the boundaries and consequences of your actions, not after implicitly admitting what you wanted from each other:

A fantasy.

Was it correct to use each other in hopes to feel closer to Suguru? No, it wasn’t. And, honestly, it didn’t matter. Not for you and certainly not for Satoru. But how could you blame him? How could he blame you? You found the necessary comfort in each other’s touch disguised as the ghost of a memory that was never going to come back. In the end, however, you sunk into the illusion and believed. You wanted to believe.

“Ah, yes...” You moaned, eyes closed as you threw your head back against the mattress due to the pleasant sensation of lips brushing against the sweet spot of your neck. The soft locks of hair between your fingers were the only factor that held you back from letting out another name.

You couldn’t bring yourself to call out for him even if your mind was filled with pictures of his features.

The wet and messy kisses threw you into a spiral of thoughts that you connected to the late sorcerer, even if they created a contrast to the sensation of his soft touch in your body whenever he was with you. You still tried and tried. You tried to keep your eyes closed, almost as if avoiding the deep blue eyes in front of you in fear of waking up from the reverie. You tried to enjoy and lose yourself in pleasure. You tried to not think of Satoru. Anything but him.

Long fingers entered your core, breath hitching in your throat as sharp teeth sunk in the soft exposed flesh of your shoulder. God, how you came to love the feeling of his mouth on your body, marking you only for you and him to see. The man on top of you must’ve felt your insides clenching around his digits, and you felt a smirk forming against your skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice came out as a groan next to your ear, sending shivers all through your body as fingers curled inside you, reaching that sweet, sweet spot that made you whine pathetically. The grip on his hair tightening, pride filling your stomach for a brief second when a deep moan erupted from his throat; he loved having his hair pulled.

As always, you didn’t answer his question. There was no need for any of that. After all, he wasn’t really asking you.

Satoru was also deep within his daydream, thinking about long black hair and sly eyes that scrutinised him mockingly. The skin underneath him caressing his bare body was just like he remembered: cold yet warm with a softness to it and, most importantly, familiar. How he missed this.

How he missed him.

The feeling of his throbbing, leaking cock was becoming too much quickly, hips involuntary moving to grind against the mattress as another grunt left his throat. Satoru needed release, soft inner walls clenching around his fingers eagerly, asking for more and more. Satoru smirked once again. Greedy. It was all so greedy.

“God, you’re always so desperate.” Once again, teeth sunk into your skin, this time marking the side of your neck as you moaned louder this time. That was going to leave a mark, but your mind was so fogged with desire you didn’t care anymore as your hands blindly grabbed the sides of Satoru’s face, pulling him towards your own.

All for him.

Your wet lips crashing against Satoru’s in a feral and hungry kiss made him open his eyes for a moment, ice blue irises studying your face as his daydream started to distortion right in that moment before he could even stop it.

The long strands of black hair were suddenly morphing into locks that resembled your own, the scent of your shampoo invading his nostrils as his heart started to pick up the pace against his chest. The cold touch of your hands against his warm skin made every hair in his body stand, the memory of that pale familiar skin long forgotten. And, fuck, the way your legs wrapped around his waist as Satoru felt your insides throb around his fingers made his cock jump in excitement.

Satoru shut his eyes again, tightly. God, not again.

With a low growl, Satoru pulled away quickly, a strand of saliva connecting you both still as his fingers left your insides with an explicit squelching noise. Before you could even complain to be filled again, you were being manhandled into turning your whole body around, laying on your stomach. A surprised gasp escaped your mouth as rough, warm hands digged into the soft flesh of your hips, slightly lifting them up for a better angle.

It wasn’t until the hot tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum teased your entrance that you opened your eyes, turning your head to see Satoru above your shoulder. Your mouth fell agape in the ghost of a wanton whine when blue fiery eyes connected with yours, filled with passion and a hint of something you couldn’t describe as nothing but a warning.

Don’t look at me. Please, don’t look at me.

“Fuck!” you couldn’t hold back the high-pitched moan that came out of your mouth from the deepest part of your chest as Satoru finally entered you, head falling back to the mattress and breaking the almost too intimate moment. The hot sting of being stretched open by his large cock was your favourite sensation and he knew it. He was considerate of your pleasure above his own.

Satoru bottomed out quickly, a whiny gasp coming to your ears as an indication he was feeling the same as you. Pleasure. Pure bliss.

Nails digged deepper into the flesh of your ass as Satoru’s hips didn’t hesitate in pounding into your core hardly, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the embarrassing noise of wetness filling the room that slowly started to smell like both of you.

“You always feel so good, shit” Satoru groaned as his balls smacked against your ass, the feeling of his cock rubbing your inner walls as his tip kissed that sweet spot over and over again sending you into a drooling mess you couldn’t even process the way his words felt different this time.

But Satoru could. And he knew he was getting into dangerous territory.

You tried to gather the strength to hold yourself up with shaky arms, completely failing due to the strength of Satoru’s thrusts abusing your messy tightness. However, you tried to turn your head once again. For some reason, just for this one time, you wanted to see his expression. You wanted to see if he was as much of a mess as you were. To see the great Gojo Satoru slowly losing himself into pleasure just for the sake of it.

But he didn’t let you. A large hand pressed against the side of your head, pushing you against the mattress hardly as his thrusts became more erratic and rough. Your loud moans and sobs of pleasure were muffled by his hand and the mattress, trying your best not to let the tears run down your face as your eyes rolled back. But it was too late.

“Oh, you crying?” A mocking chuckle accompanied the way his thrusts came to a stop, harshly hitting your deepest bundle of nerves inside you as he leaned down to your ear, hips slowly circling as you mumbled non-sense. “Keep crying, baby. I’m the only one who is allowed to make you cry.”

You were too lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you again you didn’t even bother to question his words. Words that didn’t mean the same anymore, at least to Satoru.

Everything was quick and carnal. One moment you were sobbing loudly, mumbling small ‘I’m cumming’’s as Satoru kept his intense pace while watching you underneath him, your expressions being engraved into his mind. The next moment you were coming undone with the feeling of Satoru filling you up to the brim, his steamy seed drowning your insides until it was leaking down your thighs and into the silky sheets, cock still throbbing inside you as you both came down from you highs.

You weren’t sure who got tired of waiting first. Wether it was Satoru who slowly pulled out with a groan, or you who didn’t even have the strength to look at him anymore, not even caring about the cum oozing out of you. You were just too sleepy, too tired, you didn’t want to move.

“Tired...” you whispered, an indicator of the end of this session. Simple and direct, just like it should be. Moving around, you tried your best to get in a good position as you threw the covers over yo it body, not minding the other presence in the room that would soon walk out.

Your eyes fluttered shut with the image of Suguru calling out your name, a sweet smile on his face as you fell into a deep sleep.

However, Satoru was drowning in his own head, sitting on the edge of the bed as he stared at the nothingness of the ground under his feet. Something didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t the fact he was thinking about Suguru just like in the beginning of whatever this was, no.

This time, he fully thought of you.

Your moans, your touch, your skin heating up against him, the feeling of you clenching down on him and your eyes locking with his for a brief moment while you both came. Everything was you. You, you, you. You were present the whole time. God, he had to refrain himself from letting the sound of your name slip past his lips, a knot stuck in his throat as a result.

But you were just invading his mind. Slowly but firmly. Satoru thought of you a lot the past few days, fighting the urge of walking up to you and kissing you right there and then in the hallways of the school. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted you. He needed you.

Greedy.

Satoru was becoming way too greedy.

He wanted more of you. He wanted you to think of him as much as he thought of you. The faint memory of his best friend started to blur out as the nights next to you passed, welcoming your pretty eyes that resembled the same gaze in his teen years. You always knew what he was feeling, even if he didn’t say it. And he hated you for that the same way he hated him.

And tonight, while he was pounding into you harshly as his eyes never left your face contorted with extasis, Satoru realised he reached a point of no return. A crooked smile creeped up his face, the vague breeze of the room hitting his skin as he turned to see your alreasy sleeping figure. Oh, how he yearned for you.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter if you kept thinking about long silky black hair and the ghost of soft touches while you were with him. Satoru was going to make you forget him just like you made him think of nothing but you. He was going to deposit all his spare adoration on you until you suffocated, a pain so sweet you would be asking for more and more. You wouldn’t have to think of a memory again because, at the end, you would have him and only him.

Satoru sighed dreamily at that though, hand reaching your cheek in the softest of caresses you’ve ever exchanged between the other.

Too greedy.

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Hua cheng rlly is like a complicated character for me. Because on one hand I am incredibly glad that mxtx did the bare minimum of making him not be like a creep. Again in the scene where hes taking xie lian away to treat his wounds, he doesnt even touch xie lian directly and doesnt look at him to make sure xie lian isnt uncomfortable. And so he knows that hes not going to do anything even slightly inappropriate, esp in light of the murals being revealed (even tho xie lian hasnt actually seen them). He just sounds so desperate in the way he tries to reassure xie lian that hes not gonna do anything. Though he rlly shouldve just said "I'm only treating your wounds" instead of "trust me" bc xue lian still had that split second of "san lang what are u doing!?" But ik hes not think the most clearly. But that scene is just rlly sweet. Like wow, he rlly really care about xie lians safety and comfort above all else. And he doesn't care that the person he loves could potentially hate him. He wants to make sure that person is safe and as soon as that's ensured he will leave. Like it's just really mature. Mxtx handled him so much better than lwj bc lwj like doesnt rlly try to get wwxs consent for things and hua cheng is like 'ok like who cares abt what I want. All that matter is that xie lian is safe' which shows how much he respects him and how their relationship is built on trust but on the other hand. I t shows how little hua cheng values himself and yea its rlly just a lot. Like I cant say their relationship is healthy but it's also not unhealthy yk?

Like at the end of the day, they respect each other so much and have a solid basis to their relationship. But it's not great that hua cheng is just allowed to treat himself so poorly.