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Heartslabyul Romance Headcanons

Hello! So I decided to do a series for Twisted that are my takes on how they are as romantic lovers! I’m going in order of dorms and writing SFW and NSFW headcanons for each and every single character (Ortho gets an SFW one, but it’s not romantic). This is to help me familiarize myself with the characters.

I'm on book 6 (just started) but when I wrote 90% of these headcanons I was barely through book 2 and going off character vignettes. I went through and changed some things though so they aren't too OOC. Also uh, I will be linking each part but I might honestly forget so if you don't see links to all the dorms by the end of the week then just assume I forgot and drop me an ask of DM so I can do that. I'll also be making a masterlist later on.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. No beta, I die like the idiot I am.

Romantic Headcanons

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is wholly thrown for a loop when it comes to romantic gestures. Completely inexperienced in the ways of romance and without much reference for how a functioning relationship works at home, the boy is confused.

Expect it to be a while after he realizes he likes your company far more than he thought. At first, he’ll think it’s just that he likes you since you tend to keep Adeuce in check for him when he can’t, but it’ll click for him eventually.

After he figures it out, he’ll decide from afar if you’d be interested. Eventually asking to take you to tea parties with just the two of you, and being the one to personally extend the invitation to unbirthday parties. Going so far as giving you the first slice of a tart (something that will make everyone in Heartslabyul mentally screams because at this point it’s too obvious).

He’s the kind of person who will write you a letter, requesting your presence after classes one day to confess. He’ll be very composed, having rehearsed the lines and coming up with all possibilities. If you accept, he’ll probably have a gentle blush on his face and ask if you’d like to have some afternoon tea with him over at the dorm.

He is a gentleman and will put your needs first. Don’t expect to just be able to vent to him about anything though. He will give solutions assuming it’s what you’re seeking out. If you want to vent you have to spell it out to him that you’re not looking for solutions.

His love language is taking care of his significant other. Whether that means they’re eating properly, getting to bed on time, or are mentally well. He’s always sending you good morning and good night messages to make sure you don’t oversleep/stay up too late. If you ever message him at one in the morning though, expect a reply back in a scolding fashion. He has his ringer on for you and you only, so he’ll wake up to the messages and be disappointed you haven’t slept yet.

He’s not one for PDA, at all. The most you’ll get out of him is linking your pinkies together as he walks you to class. He’s still awkward with the whole relationship thing and would rather not do anything scandalous.

Behind closed doors, he’s far more pliable with physical touch but tries not to go overboard. He’s still new to the relationship aspect and would appreciate it if you didn’t randomly sit on his lap while he’s trying to read. Simply sitting side by side with your legs touching will have to suffice for a while. Not that he doesn’t want to be closer to you, he just doesn’t want to rush anything. He’s a gentleman after all, and he will be courting you slowly.

The dates you can expect from Riddle is going out for tea (obviously) but also study sessions where he’ll teach you about more advanced topics to help you. He’ll also help you “cheat” since he knows the curriculum, has gone through it and will know what to have you study for those pesky pop quizzes. He won’t go overboard with you on the studying through, if you want to stop, he will and suggest something else (perhaps a walk through the gardens to get rid of the stuffy air of the library?).

The biggest downside of going out with Riddle is having to follow rules. Riddle can’t have his significant other breaking every single rule of his dorm and undermining him. While he’s not super strict and he doesn’t “punish” you as he would the others, he still expects you to respect the rules and try to follow the ones you know. When you get closer in your relationship he will get a little bit more lenient, and on occasion have him break rules (like curfew for example, who doesn’t want to go on a stroll and explore the stars when the campus is silent?).

Trey Clover

When it comes to Trey, it’s genuinely hard to know if he likes you. He’s always been polite with you, only occasionally teasing you and pulling simple pranks, but that’s how he treats everyone in his dorm. You have to really pay attention to him to see the special treatment he reserves just for you.

The genuine laugh he has, how his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the subtle way he will touch your shoulder or graze your hand when giving you something. How he lets his guard down a little more around you, how he compliments your actions. Those are all the little things you have to look for when dealing with Trey. He doesn’t just outright say he likes you, but rather shows you through his actions.

When it finally clicks in your head he’s giving you special treatment, Trey is probably going to notice. Almost like an “It’s about time” sorta thing. The advancements after that will be a lot less subtle, almost teasing until your head is spinning. Honestly, he’d prefer it if you were the one to confess first. He leaves you no room for doubt about his feelings towards you, but he doesn’t want to make it awkward if he confesses and you’re not interested. You’re going to have to be the one to step up.

Once you two are finally going out, don’t expect the almost “Big Brother” persona to falter. He’s still going to be taking care of you but in far more teasing ways. He’s not going to be trying to get you to wake up early or go to bed at a decent hour, he’s not your mother, but he will make sure you’re doing okay. Expect him to check in with you between classes to make sure you’re fine.

Study dates are a must. He’s normally helping out the others in his dorm, so he’ll always try to get you to join him. He’ll also be keeping you well after the studying sessions so it’ll just be the two of you together. Expect that 90% of your homework will be done in his dorm room. Whether you guys are talking, helping one another out, or just doing your work silently. He likes those moments where it’s just the two of you.

He’s going to be baking you your favorite things. Don’t be surprised when he begins asking what your favorite kinds of foods are, especially sweets. If you don’t have a sweet tooth, he’ll make more savory desserts. He’ll bring them to Ramshackle, always with some tuna or a snack for Grim so he leaves your stuff alone.

If you’re willing to help him when he’s baking, or even just chilling in the kitchen with him, he’ll be over the moon. Baking is something that has a calming effect and sometimes he just wants to make something for no reason. If he can show you a thing or two, all the better. If you have no interest in baking, then just chill and talk with him while he’s there. Waiting for things to bake in an oven can get boring if there isn’t other prep work to be done, so having you there is nice.

He’s not much for PDA either, preferring those things to be exclusive between you two. He is a bit more open to it, holding your hand in public is something he has no problem with. Giving you a kiss on the forehead, cheek, or back of the hand is another thing he doesn’t mind doing. If he happens to be taller than you, it’s easy to make him melt by placing your hand on the back of his head and pulling him down for a quick peck on the lips.

He does enjoy getting a rise out of you. Expect him to tease you a lot with romantic gestures. Leaning in close during study dates and thinking he’s going to kiss you? Nope, he just happened to see a pen he wanted to use on the other side of you. He loves seeing your cheeks flare up, and it’ll be up to you if you drag him by his lapels for a proper kiss after. He’ll always laugh against your lips after and murmur about how easy it is to fluster you before leaning back in for a kiss.

Trey doesn’t try to break Riddle’s rules. Not because they’re rules, but he’d rather not deal with the lecture about how he’s Vice Warden and should be held up to higher standards. Still, he’ll break some rules when Riddle isn’t looking. Expect him to show up at Ramshackle past curfew to hang out with you, maybe take you somewhere, or just relax on the couch with you on his lap. He’ll let you play on his phone since you’re technology deprived.

Cater Diamond

When Cater falls for someone, he falls hard. One day you’re just another cute little freshman of his, the next he’s realizing being around you makes his heart speed up. His smile feels more natural and he’s seeking you out more and more. He isn’t shy about it either, the moment he realizes exactly what’s going on, he’s going in full throttle. Be expecting him to visit you in between classes, offer to walk with you, and invite you out places.

Smile for Magicam! Or at least that’s going to be his excuse for snapping photos with the two of you. 90% of those photos are for his eyes only. He’s not going to be creepy and set them as his background until after you’re already going out. Just be expecting him to follow you around like a lovesick puppy when he has time to spare. If you somehow don’t realize that he likes you, he’ll try harder to get it through your thick skull.

He’s pretty natural when it comes to confessions. He doesn’t do anything over the top. Probably just another hang out for you guys, going to some new trending store he heard about, or even a café. While you’re there he’ll comment on how you two would make a pretty cute couple, then ask if you want to be. His heart is going to be pounding like crazy, hoping for the best, and you better be prepared for the cutest smile in the world when you accept.

He’ll be more likely to post photos of the two of you on dates if you’ll allow him. He reserves two photo shooting sessions per date, only lasting maybe five minutes. While social media is important to him, he’d rather be focused on you. The photos more or less are for his own memory bank. He also loves taking candid shots of you. He definitely has a photo of you sprawled on his bed after a long day of classes, mouth open and fast asleep. He won’t comment if you snored, but if you ask he’ll tell you the truth and say it’s endearing.

While he might have a study date or two with you when it’s absolutely necessary, he’d rather be out and about with you. Studying gets boring so you have to really help him get engaged if you two end up doing that. If not, expect to see the newest trending places, get the recently released pastries at bakeries, etc. In fact, he really hopes you have a sweet tooth because he always feels bad buying something for Magicam and then not eating it in the end. If you don’t like sweet either, then he’ll bring it back to the dorm for someone else to have.

He’s totally fine with PDA as long as you’re chill with it. He doesn't want to overstep and make you uncomfortable, but he wants to flaunt you off to the world. A huge show of “This is mine and they’re the best thing in the world.” His hand is always wrapped around your shoulder when you walk places, and he’ll die of happiness if you put your hand in his back pocket while walking.

Cater doesn’t give a damn about rules as long as Riddle isn’t around to punish him. This means you two will have a lot of sneaking around to do in order to not get in trouble. Certain events are way past curfew, but he can’t just go. Don’t tell Riddle, but he gave him a side Magicam account to follow so Riddle can’t see all his outings that break rules. Riddle is none the wiser and he’d rather keep it that way.

You’re gonna need a phone. If Crowley isn’t going to give you one early on, Cater freaking will. He needs someone to message during class who won’t scold him for being distracted. He’ll also set you up with your own Magicam account so he can tag you. Whether you ever post on it or not, he doesn’t care. He just wants to be able to tag his amazing significant other.

It’s canon that his older sisters tend to give him a lot of ‘cutesy’ stuff that he’s not a fan of. He’s more than happy to give you stuffed animals if you’re into that sort of thing. In fact, anytime he gets a package he’s going to call you over and ask what you want to take from it. Don’t feel bad, he legit doesn’t want any of it. He’ll take photos for Magicam so his sisters don’t get upset, but after he’s handing them all off to you. If his sisters ever find out, expect the packages to now be sent to Ramshackle. They aren’t playing games. If he’s going to give them to you anyway, then they might as well personalize them to your taste. The packages end up becoming twice the normal size as well.

Kisses. Be expected to have a lot of them. Cater literally can’t keep his hands to himself, and needs to show his S/O with affection. So hand kisses, cheek, forehead, they’re all fair game. If he sneaks up behind you, expect his arms to be wrapped around your waist and a kiss to be placed on the back of your neck. Yes, he will do this if you’re speaking to someone else and he wants your attention. Yes, he absolutely adores how flustered you get as well.

Ace Trappola

Ace? Liking you? Romantically? Fun concept, wrong guy. Or at least that’s what he’s going to tell himself on repeat for literal weeks after he figures it out. He’s tried the whole dating thing before, and it wasn’t his cup of tea. Not to mention you were his close friend, and he didn’t want to ruin that by going on boring dates and then ghosting you. He couldn’t ghost one of his friends. So he decided he was just going to pretend like he didn’t like you romantically and carry on like normal.

Sadly this is easier said than done. You don’t even try to do anything flirty with him. You two will just be messing around and your hand grazes against him and his mind is wandering. “Wow, their hand felt kinda nice, I wonder what it would be like if they let me hold it?”. Queue him going into denial and trying to escape the situation. It isn’t hard to figure out that there’s something going on there.

You’re going to have to be the one to put on the first move. Start inviting him out on platonic, friendship dates. Watch him enjoy himself and do things that are just on the cusp of what a cute couple would do. Get him into the mindset that no, it’s not boring to date someone. In fact, your significant other should indeed be one of your closest friends. Ace will finally realize that his mistake last time was going out with someone he didn’t know much about and never actually bonded with. Just someone who liked him and he thought was pretty. Once it clicks that dating could be fun and nothing would change, he’s singing a new tune.

It’ll still take some time before he finally confesses to you though. His next worry is “Wait…what if I’m misinterpreting this entire thing and we’re just really close friends and they don’t think of me like this?” Thankfully his blunt nature will win over eventually. He’s just one day going to outright ask if you want to start dating. He’s killing himself with all this doubt and it’s cramping his style. Either say yes and begin dating, or say no and he just pretends this whole thing never happened. You’re gonna say yes. How could you not?

Give him some time to traverse through this newfound territory. He’s going to get a bit of whiplash as he realizes the things he’s been wanting to do with you, he can now do them. His hand is going to find yours. Kissing? New favorite activity. Expect him to drag you somewhere private between classes for quick make-out sessions. He loves the feeling of your lips on his, it reminds him that you guys are beyond the friendship phase now.

He’s a bit more handsy now that you two are officially together. He is constantly instigating physical contact with you, even if your face goes red in public. He’s going to be laughing and teasing you for it. He’s another one to tease you with lingering touches and almost kisses that turn out to be him leaning forward to grab something. Drag him in for a kiss and he might apologize (he won’t).

Expect him to also be treating you like his friend still. Sure he can kiss and hug you whenever, but he still wants what you guys had before. Best of both worlds, really. Hanging out in your group with Grim and Deuce and just messing around. Getting into trouble is still one of his favorite activities to do with you. However, detentions are now significantly more entertaining since he makes you flustered during them.

He’s going to be showing up at Ramshackle unannounced all the time. Always under the guise of Riddle being pissed off at him (which sometimes is true if the collar around his neck is anything to go by). Just get used to it and always be prepared for him to tease you about sharing the bed at night. He’s going to have to fight Grim over the fact. It’s a known fact that you and Grim cuddle at night on the same bed (after all, the first few nights at Ramshackle it was the only habitable bed). If he does share a bed with you, expect Grim to be right in the middle, kicking Ace in his sleep.

He’s going to make you late for class, this there’s no doubt. He’ll always want to sleep in if he’s already with you in bed. The only way to get his lazy butt up in the morning is to kick him off the bed. Even Grim is up before him, which is saying something. Make some coffee though and he’ll spring right up. His dorm is all about tea, so the bean juice is a special treat he really only gets when he spends the night at your place.

Late-night calls. If he’s not at the dorm, be expecting mass text messages until one in the morning. You might have to put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” if you want any sleep. How he can stay up so late at night and be hyperactive during the day is beyond you. No wonder he sleeps like a rock. He does get a bit cuter in his messages the later into the night it gets. It’s the only time he’ll be telling you how much you mean to him and how pretty/handsome you are. A tired Ace is a more honest version.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is going to be the only one in the dorm who differs when it comes to whether his crush identifies as a female compared to a male or any other gender. He respects women but is far more flustered. So it’s going to take some time even for the friendship aspect to sink in if he knows you’re a female. If you’re male or identify as something else, he’ll be easier to talk to and approach. He eventually will warm up completely though once he realizes there’s really no difference when it comes to friendships, he just won’t try to rough-house with you unless you instigate it first.

When he realizes he has a crush, it’s obvious to literally everyone. Unless you’re super dense, you’re going to notice the moment he realizes it. The way his entire body tenses as you guys are hanging out and how he looks at you. You’d think you were the one who put the moon and stars in the sky with the look he gave you that day when it dawned on him. After that he’d get flustered a bit more, not knowing how to deal with his emotions.

His mother figures it out instantly. Whenever they’re on call and she asks him questions about school and he brings you up, it’s like the air shifts around him and through a phone it’s palatable. It took her a total of five seconds to know her son had it down bad and bring the conversation to that. Yes, he got all the good courting advice from his mother. Ace tried to help, but the boy doesn’t know much about romance so? Trey was a bit more help, but in this case, his mother really came through.

You’d have to thank Ms. Spade at a later date. When Deuce showed up at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his dorm uniform, you were blown away. He was a blushing mess but clearly needed to get it off his chest. Over some tea, he confessed and you accepted without hesitation, how could you not? The boy is sweet and we all know he will treat you right.

He’ll be clumsy as he navigates the new territory of your relationship. A lot of coaxing is needed at first. Take things very slow with him, go on dates and act like friends. Maybe convince him to hold your hand at some point. You will actually break him if you go straight for a kiss on the lips. On the cheek is more his pace until he’s braver around you. Let him be the one to kiss you first, it’ll be well worth it.

He’s not going to be taking part in PDA, it’s a bit too embarrassing as a model student in the making, he didn’t want to accidentally break rules. If you keep teasing him, he will scoop you up into his arms and take you somewhere private so you two can be alone. He will be blushing like mad the entire time while muttering under his breath how you’re going to kill him.

During school breaks, he’s going to invite you to his place. You can bring Grim along, of course, he just wants his mother to meet you (she’s been begging since she heard the good news, and probably is already planning for a wedding). His mother will love you no matter what. If you were ever deprived of motherly love growing up, be prepared to cry into this woman’s arms. She’ll treat you like one of her own. Also, you’re leaving with her contact information and she’s expecting a call once a week to check in on you. Dating Deuce means getting another mom.

Once Deuce is finally comfortable around you, you can expect him to be cuddling with you often. Just sitting you in his lap while you two work on school stuff. Please help this boy study and dumb it down for him. He’s slow at learning but he CAN learn. He’ll be forever grateful and probably be apologizing when he realizes you guys have been studying well past curfew and he’s going to be in trouble with Riddle (explain to the warden what you guys had been doing and help bring Deuce’s grades up and he’ll overlook you guys being out past curfew).

Blastcycling. He’s getting you a helmet and the moment he has his bike, he’s taking you for joy rides. Probably going to be showing you all his favorite places to drive to for some peace and quiet. Stopping at the edge of a forest after an intense riding session, your hair is a mess, and you’re sitting on the edge with his arm wrapped around you watching the sunset. You can expect dates like these. Deuce is secretly a romantic and will adore moments like these with you.

With friends, he’s more likely to treat you in a friendly way. He doesn’t want things to get awkward in the group by being all lovey-dovey but expect after hangouts for him to steal you away for some alone time. He’s also going to be way more protective over you once you two are going steady. Nobody messes with you unless they want Deuce’s delinquent side to come out and physically fight them. He also apologizes when he shows you that side, but it’s just another part of Deuce and you love him for it.

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ladyloveandjustice · 7 months

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Otherside Picnic Volume 8 Review that Devolves into a Bunch of Quotes and Gushing

I’ve been wanting to do a review of Otherside Picnic Vol 8 because I loved it so much, but haven’t been in the right mindspace to properly convey my enthusiasm. But I’m about to get busy so it’s now or never. Here are my thoughts that are inevitably going to devolve into a bunch of quotes and gushing. Let's just go through it all!

-I loved this so much, first off. It literally inspired me to have an honest discussion with my partner about my own intimacy and relationship quirks and what we want from each other. It made me feel a little better about myself and my own weirdness, that’s how much it affected me. It really got across the relief of just communicating in a relationship, of having frank conversations with your partner, and accepting your differences from the mainstream as okay.

-The conversation about romance, love, and sex being different actually made me tear up, which is how I knew this book would murder me from the beginning. It’s just so nice to see one of my favorite yuri and favorite romantic stories ever acknowledge asexuality and the full spectrum of experiences in such an understanding and thoughtful way.

-I love that this book really recontextualizes the oblivious-to-love protagonist, slow-burn and often stalled development that aren’t uncommon in animanga adjacent media romances and made it into something incredibly interesting. This was already hinted at in previous volumes, but Sorawo’s disconnect with her own feelings and slowness in responding to Toriko wasn’t just to tease the audience, but because her view of romance and her understanding of her own feelings conflicted with societal ideas of romance and it left her lost and confused. It makes everything that came before it so much more meaningful. This is also extremely relatable, and I love that Sorawo was frustrated with the idea of her relationship fitting into a socially acceptable box, when she felt what she had with Toriko was a lot more complicated and far reaching and didn’t want to define it so neatly.

-Honestly reading about Sorawo not being all that into kissing and basically being like "I don't hate it but it doesn't do anything for me" made me feel a little bit less alone and little more confident in talking about this aspect of my experience. ME TOO. GIRL.

-Every single yuri should have a line like “sounds to me like you’re a raging lesbian” from now on. How can anything ever live up to this.

-Toriko looking into sexual abuse gave me a heart attack because at first I thought she was trying to understand what happened with her and Satsuki. But she was researching Sorawo, because the stuff with the Red Person made her realize Sorawo has trauma and I felt so vindicated about my article. Then we have the hilarity of Sorawo, who literally has a “cult mode” when she’s made to relive where she had to deal with abuses from cults, where she becomes like a different person and talks to herself like she’s a separate person and is disconnected from her normal self…claiming she doesn’t have lingering cult trauma and doesn’t dissociate.

And then Toriko going “uhhhh what about the Red Person?”

“Huh oh that didn’t count. Cuz your love saved me.”

THE most un-self aware person, I love her.

(And EVERYONE knows it, especially Toriko, loved this exchange:

“Don’t try to force something I’m not aware of onto me.”

“Sorawo, there aren’t many things about you that you actually display self-awareness of.”

“Wow, insulting much?!” )

-The fact Toriko noticed how thirsty Sorawo was for her the second they met is so funny and makes that scene 100 times better in hindsight.

“It took me by surprise. Here I am, holding you in my arms, and you go and stare at my face, then your eyes start working their way down. I was like, ‘Girl sure has a lot of energy for someone who almost drowned.’”

“So, what? When you were talking about me ogling you before, you meant—”

“Yeah, right from the get-go. From the moment you saw me for the first time.”

Sorawo didn’t realize she was doing it…the entire exchange is hilarious. SO much of this book was hilarious honestly, here are some other choice quotes:

Who would’ve known there could be such a touching scene right next to a shelf stuffed full of erotic manga with titles so incredible that I couldn’t possibly name them...?

And this, the best love confession ever:

“I love you! I love you!”

“For real?”

“Apparently!”

-I really liked that Toriko was genuinely worried Sorawo might not have consented to the previous kisses and might be bothered by them. It built on the ongoing theme of Toriko struggling with emotional and physical boundaries, giving her such good character growth, and It shows a concern and care most stories gloss over.

…Which is kind of a stark contrast to the lack of concern she shows about that time she hit Sorawo in volume 6, despite Sorawo bringing it up as a problem. This has been an ongoing issue that’s bothered me, and it’s been mentioned often enough I hope Miyazawa is going to actually do something to address it. He DID address the questionable consent of the earlier kisses, going beyond my expectations, so I actually have my fingers crossed this is something we’re going to explore and confront. It’s really jarring compared to the rest of how well everything else has been handled, and is the only mark against the story, so I’m hoping this is intentional. The Toriko who worries Sorawo might have been sexually abused and goes above and beyond to try to be sensitive and understand her and the Toriko who is dismissive of the time she hit her (now) partner seem so in opposition to each other, and I there could be some interesting exploration and resolution of that.

(Miyazawa does mention something about having to treat serious issues casually because of Sorawo's detached, cynical POV and hoping readers will understand; and I think it's likely he was referring to that, which gives me more confidence).

-Sorawo understands Toriko’s moms are lesbians now I’m so proud of her.

-the fact that Toriko wanted to fuck in her dead parents bedroom …she has so many problems, I cherish her.

-I loved getting more Toriko backstory and her moms. Love Sorawo being like “wow I probably should have asked about this but…” YES YOU SHOULD HAVE, FOR MY SAKE. But Sorawo’s focus on living in the here and now, and being content with the Toriko in the here and now, is such an interesting aspect of her.

-EVERYthing about the final scene was so good. Like how can I even talk about it? Toriko fucking Sorawo with her weirdass interdimensionally-corrupted hand while getting jazzed by Sorawo's magic eye is just PEAK lesbian fantasy, no other series had delivered this exact weirdness that I want, thank you for being there for all of us bizarre sapphics.

“I...might make you go crazy.”

“That’s okay.”

Toriko’s hand drew closer. It meant something different now than it had before. If Toriko touched me now, I’d be the one to go insane. She snuggled up to me, so close our noses could touch, and with a voice full of heated passion, she whispered, “Let’s go crazy. Together.”

“Girl hit me with your evil eye, let’s get real fucked up” I love them, they’re such freaks and I am here for it. THE PASSION. THE METAPHOR. THE PURE CHUUNI WISH FUFILLMENT.

-Honestly I just highlighted the entire final scene because it hit me right in my weird gay little soul the way few other things have and I want to be able to whip these out the next time some loser says wlw media doesn’t have poetic declarations of love and passion so I’m just going to go through them.

Here’s one:

But that’s not what happened. Toriko looked beautiful, opening before me like a flower in bloom, and I was aware of every minute branch of the tree, down to their very tips…[]

Toriko became rude, polite, lewd, or embarrassed. I didn’t have the composure to focus or think as I watched, so Toriko changed from one thing to another as my gaze wandered. Laughing, getting angry, crying, fearing, moaning—feeling as if she were flowing from one state to the next, in constant flux, and yet in all of them simultaneously.

Sorawo accepting all sides of Toriko, all her complexity, how she’s everything all at once! And the fact they have such amazing sex they basically GO TO THE OTHERSIDE? Dimension transcending lesbian sex? Showstopping, incredible.

The way her hand moved, tracing the outline of my body—its true outline—was as gentle as could be, sensitive yet bold, overflowing with care, incredibly unreserved, and audacious. It felt like it was packed full of all the experiences of being touched by another person. In another way, different from mine, Toriko was unraveling the person that I was too. I was being decomposed, broken apart. The things that had been pressed into a human form were decompressed, and expanded outwards without limit.

This is how you do a sex scene. If your partner doesn’t unravel you and make you see all the shattered pieces of yourself, is it even worth it? I love the motif of falling apart but becoming more whole at the same time- isn’t that just every human experience all wrapped up into one?

I had been afraid to look at Toriko. Toriko had been afraid to touch me. Now, as we were looking at, or touching, our partner directly, tossed about on the waves of madness, we began to gradually find a way to take control of the situation.

The idea of how maybe you can’t help losing your minds when you look and feel all the other person is…but maybe if you lose your minds together it will be okay. Romance.

These two beasts with all these bodies converged through their desire for one another and were bound together. We were blending together at the interfaces where we connected. The different ‘us’s melted together, without ever becoming a perfect whole, but without fully separating either. Like a chimera made from two types of living being. Or two galaxies colliding.

“We became a chimera” is the absolute nerdiest way to describe making love and thus perfect for them (also lol the beast with two backs).

That’s too long, so how about shortening it to Soratori?” I burst out laughing as I remembered the time she’d tried to use the name Soratori Road for what we now called Route 1 in the other world. “

That’s like one of those ship names,” I told her.

“What’re those?”

“You’re a mangaka’s daughter and you don’t know that?!”

“Nope, not a clue. Is it something dirty?”

“Well, maybe?”

“Hmm.”

Okay, so Sorawo is clearly in some fandom and ships something. Place your bet on what it is. Probably she ships creepypasta monsters.

Do you know what the ‘nue’ is?”

“It’s a Japanese monster, right? Made up of a bunch of different animals mixed together.” “Yeah, that’s the one. As an extension of that, the word can also refer to something that doesn’t have a discernible form.”

[...]

While we were there, the two of us got all mixed up together, right? Intertwined, melting into one, like animals... Depending on how you look at it, you might say we were like a nue.”

“So, basically, if you wanted a word to represent our relationship, we wouldn’t be ‘lovers,’ or ‘accomplices’...but a ‘nue’?”

Okay forget what I said this is ACTUALLY the nerdiest way to describe your relationship. And speaking of nerds, I love this stupid conversation:

“It’s cute. Nue. I like the sound of it. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo of the kanji.”

“You’d take it that far?”

“You’re not gonna get a matching one?”

“They might not let us in the hot springs in Japan anymore. You sure?

” “Huh?! I wouldn’t like that... You think it’d be okay if we put them somewhere no one will see?”

“Where would no one see? This is sounding painful, and I’m not really on board with it.”

“Wha?”

Anyway, yeah, this section was everything I wanted, no notes. Toriko and Sorawo have the most demented, fantastical sex possible, having a threesome with the otherside because they all are strange and wonderful, being the nerdiest dorks it’s possible to be, their relationship is now a chimera because that’s even better and more all encompassing that something boring like lovers, Miyazawa really gave us it all, love wins, gays win. What more can I say? I adore this series.

#otherside picnic #otherside picnic 8 spoilers #my reviews #books #yuri #sorawo kamikoshi #toriko nishina #soratori

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Mama's Boy (Alastor and motherly!reader)

(A/N: I would just like to add before this that mother deers like to clean their young to remove their scent from predators. And that Alastor is severely ooc here, no matter what I do)

POV: Reader is an overlord whose main schtick is mothering every. Single. Demon. In their path.

Your eyes scanned the outside of this Hazbin Hotel that some of the sinners were making fun of down on the street. “Redemption, my ass. I’d rather die a second time,” one of them remarked.

So, you helped them with their wish. They should be more careful about what they say, and you made sure to give them sufficient punishment.

How you reveled in their screams.

With a smile, you knocked on the door, politely waiting for someone to open it. They were muffled, but you could hear some shuffling and excited voices, squealing and giggling like a high school girl.

A woman with long blonde hair and a red suit practically swung the door open, the grin on her face twice as wide as yours. “Hi! I’m Charlie Morningstar; welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” You admired her eagerness and her energy, stepping into the threshold calmly. “(Name), darling. Pleasure to meet the owner of the hotel.” You put your hand out for her to shake, in which she accepted with a flustered smile.

“Oh, thank you!”

You nodded at Charlie courteously before glancing around the interior; it could use some work, but it felt homey enough, nothing you couldn’t enhance.

You turned to Charlie, allowing yourself to speak before her. “Now, before you say anything, I’m not here to be a resident.” You noticed the way her face slightly fell, so you quickly added, “I’m here to assist you, sweetheart; don’t worry. I have…” You let out a deep breath. “Faith in your cause.”

At that, she beamed. “YES! Thank you so much! Who knows, maybe you could get redeemed, too!”

You laughed at her words. “I think it would take more than just a simple helping hand to redeem me, but if that’s what you believe, then who am I to defy? You are the princess of Hell, after all.”

“Yes, thank you!” Someone with long gray hair and an “x” over their eye exclaimed, residing beside Charlie. “This is what I was talking about, Charlie; people don’t take your authority seriously!”

“Ooh, but it’s feels so mean to–”

The both of them realized that they left you hanging, and quickly shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. This is Vaggie, my girlfriend!” Charlie introduced, and you, in turn, shook Vaggie’s hand. You were surprised and quite pleased at how firm and secure she gripped your hand; it wasn’t new to you but it did feel good to know that there were people in Hell that could do such a thing.

“Hello, Vaggie. It’s nice knowing you.” You acknowledged before looking at the other sinners scattered around the first floor. “Would you mind introducing me to the others? I mean, if I’m to help here, I should know them, right?”

Charlie winced slightly at her forgetfulness and nodded. “Yes, of course, of course! This is Husk, our bartender,” she led you to the bar (which you were pleasantly shocked about; you didn’t realize that alcohol was allowed in being redeemed, but you assumed it was for celebrations) where a cat demon stayed behind the counter, cheap booze in his grip. He nodded at you respectfully, a gruff look seemingly plastered on his face.

Good God, he looked absolutely messy.

You couldn’t help yourself when you licked your thumb and pressed it against his fur. You tutted, shaking your head. “Take care of yourself, good sir! Looking good is one of the main aspects of self-sustenance.”

Husk hissed at you initially, though almost immediately, his tense body relaxed, slightly giving into your grooming. He noticed what you were doing just as quickly, though, and jumped out of your touch, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck was that!?”

“You had dirt on your face, sweetie; what was I supposed to do? Let it stay there?” You reasoned before sighing. You turned to Charlie, your voice coated in sincerity. “I apologize for interrupting you. Please, continue.”

She grinned at what you did to Husk before leading you to the parlor, where a lanky spider demon draped himself across the couch. “This is Angeldust, one of our residents!��

“Your only resident.” He corrected, sitting up properly (if you count the fact that his legs were on top of one of the armrests as “sitting up properly”, that is).

You raised your eyebrows; this hotel continued to surprise you more. “Yes, I know you. You’re quite famous where I reside.” A small smile graced your lips to assure the porn star that you didn’t mean it in a degrading way.

“Woa-hoh, didn’t expect you to live somewhere where I’m famous but,” he shrugged, a small scoff escaping him. “Where am I not?”

At that you laughed, closed fingers covering your mouth. “I like your poise, Angel, dear. Please keep it up; you would’ve made your mother proud.”

He snorted at your words. “What, by being a porn actor?”

You shook your head. “By believing in yourself.”

It sounded corny, Angeldust knew that, but somehow it gave him a pang in his heart. He laughed, his grin turning genuine. “Thanks, toots.”

Charlie’s smile was practically blinding you as she attempted to contain her excitement. Though by the way she was holding back her jumping, she was failing. “You’re going to help so many people! Gah, you’re going to fit right in.”

You cupped your cheek in a slight flush, lips curled up bashfully. “Why thank you, dear Princess; such a charmer.”

Suddenly, a shadow traveled from across the room, and behind Charlie materialized a deer demon. She noticed his presence and turned to look at him. “This is Alastor!” She stepped back so that Alastor could shake your hand, and you were quite pleased by how he initiated it. “Our facility manager.”

“Pleasure to be meeting you, my dear, quite a pleasure! May I know your name?” He grinned (as if he wasn’t before), resting his hands on top of his microphone. You bowed your head courteously. “I’m (Name), darling.”

You glanced at his hair and sighed. “Your hair is going to irritate your face, Alastor.” You walked towards him until you two were close enough for your to touch his bangs, and the other two sinners you were with held their breath at it.

He tensed, sure, but as you swept his hair away from his eyes as much as you could, he let out a small chuckle. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.”

You quietly laughed at that. “Well, I do tend to exude a motherly attitude, according to some people. Hold still.” You did the same thing to Alastor as you did to Husk, licking your thumb and wiping his cheek. There wasn’t anything on it, but you felt the urge to do so.

Alastor’s smile softened, his brows knitting at your actions. “Do you do this with everyone?”

“More or less.” You placed your hands on your hips and nodded at yourself, proud of your own work. You clasped your hands, smiling as you glanced around again. “Well, I can’t wait to be a part of your team, Your Royal Highness!”

She blushed at your words, giggling slightly. “Please, just call me Charlie!”

“Whatever the princess says.”

It had been around 3 months since your unannounced and unsolicited aid, and so far everyone had been enjoying your presence. You would constantly cook for the hotel members alongside Niffty, that cute little thing that apparently cleans the hotel. You admired her ability to be able to take care of the majority of the house work, but you wondered how much she could actually take. Why not help her lessen the load?

You were also there whenever anybody needed some motherly advice, or a brutally honest opinion structured in constructive criticism. Charlie went to you the most about that matter, asking you what “exercises” the hotel staff + Angel should do to help them get redeemed. Vaggie would ask for your judgment about certain things, but more specifically about Charlie and how she could support her. They were incredibly tight-knit; it almost made you jealous.

Angeldust went to you to rant, your company too comfortable for him to not do so. You knew who Valentino was long before he started talking about him, but the more Angeldust talked to you about him, the more you wanted to discipline his moth ass.

You found yourself attempting to groom Husk on multiple occasions, too. You would always have a handy brush by your side, ready to smoothen the knots and mats in his fur that would occur overtime. Husk used to try to stop you, but grew too fond of your care to give a fuck anymore.

The only person that hadn’t changed since your appearance was Alastor. He was always so polite to you, but kept his distance. As if you were just an acquaintance.

You decided to pay him a visit.

You knocked on his door with one of your knuckles, your ear close to it. “Alastor, dear? May I come in?”

“Of course, (Name)!” You heard his muffled voice say, and with that you entered. You hadn’t ever been to his room before, so imagine your surprise when you saw the outdoors taking up half of his room.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked courtly, sat down on one of his cushioned chairs beside the fireplace. You shook your head, closing the door behind you. “Not necessarily,” you replied, tilting your head towards the chair across him as a silent way of asking.

Alastor nodded, and with his consent you sat down, crossing your legs. “Then, may I ask why you decided to visit me?”

You just smiled sweetly at him, your eyes sharply scanning his appearance. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m doing quite well, dear, thank you for asking.” He responded, his tone cheerful. But before he could reciprocate the question, you interrupted his attempt. “No, how are you feeling? Anything you need to…” you shrugged. “Get off your chest?”

His eye twitched at your words, and he strained a chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear (Name); there is nothing to get off my chest!”

You nodded slowly, your brows creasing in fake thought. “Alright, then. So, your need to help this hotel and its cause not because of your own personal needs, like what you want people to assume, but because the others are slowly growing on you isn’t something you’d like to admit? To talk about, perhaps?”

Alastor immediately stiffened at your words, the atmosphere around the two of you suddenly thickening as your vision seemed to get darker. “Aha, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.” You grinned, a hand on your chest. “So, your fear of actually being vulnerable in front of people that could potentially be the death of you doesn’t sprout from something that happened when you were alive?”

His figure towered over you almost immediately, as if threatening you. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, darling. You have much on your mind, and I can tell.” You blinked at him, unconvinced and unbothered, crossing your arms. “You were a mama’s boy, weren’t you?”

The air stilled around you as the demon that controlled it did the same thing. “I loved her dearly,” was all Alastor said.

“I know.” You softly replied, watching as his body morphed into its original state. “Do you miss her?”

He hesitated. Alastor shouldn’t be telling you all of this, and yet it felt right to do so. “I would kill to see her again, but I’m certain that she’s living the happiest afterlife in Heaven.”

You nodded in understanding. “I know. I’m sure she would want to see her son as well. I could tell just by how she raised you that she loves you as much as you love her.”

Loves. Present tense, not past.

He laughed at your statement, sitting back down on his chair. “Would she love who I became?”

“Alastor, a mother’s love goes beyond everything else.” You stated, a warm smile playing on your lips. “You should know that. Was she a single mother?”

He scoffed at your assumption, his body slightly relaxing. “How do you seem to know everything?”

“Well,” you lifted your shoulders briefly. “One might say a mother knows all.”

Alastor’s laugh was bittersweet, his shoulder lifting at each chuckle. As it died down, though, you stood up, your arms opened wide.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his sincere smile straining. “What are you doing?”

“Come on, Alastor, you know what I’m doing.”

He froze, contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t fond of physical touch that wasn’t initiated by him, nor was he fond of people assuming he was. But your presence felt… different.

He sighed, shaking his head as he lifted himself off of the chair. “Alright, fine.”

If Alastor were to be honest, he had fully expected a half-hearted hug. He had just told you some vulnerable secrets, after all; maybe an embrace was obligatory afterwards. But as your hand cupped the back of his head gingerly as the other clinged onto his back, Alastor felt his heart sting.

He hadn’t felt something like that in decades.

He laughed faintly, his arms wrapping around your waist like a child whose mother had been on a trip for the past week. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.” He whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know.”

#alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor and you #reader is mother

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mae-i-scribble · 2 years

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Having recently gone through the beginning of orv bc i adore the webtoon, i really have to be in awe at the amazing way orv presents the character vs person argument in the first third of it’s story. Because I would say up until after the demon king selection arc orv is can be assumed to be an isekai/power leveling fantasy deconstruction. And as and entire novel, it is somewhat, but it moreso encompasses themes much broader than a genre deconstruction, along with kinda throwing out that typical story structure halfway through to do its own thing.

And personally how orv goes about presenting the character vs person argument is not only the best i’ve seen in an isekai context, it sets up a very nuanced interpretation of how kdj sees the “characters” around him that is not just “oh he saw [insert name here] as a character until [some event].” Nor is it “oh kdj refuses to understand the people around him because he only sees them as a character.” From the beginning kdj has been shown to realize that the people around him weren’t simply characters following a script, and out of every character who read the WoS novel, he’s by far the one who treats them with the most humanity, even if his assumptions on their behavior are flawed. I’ll only be talking about the beginning sections of orv in this because while the entire novel build on that character vs person conflict, this beginning section is where it is best presented as a deconstruction of genre tropes. It also is what is responsible for setting the groundwork for those big moments later on in the novel, and without this section of story establishing Dokja’s perspective on the issue those moments would lose their tension.

I’m not really going into this with any sort of proper essay format or organization of thoughts besides for vaguely chronological, so if things are all over the place I apologize in advance.

While orv begins with Dokja sort of “shell shocked” at the novel he’s followed for so long coming to life around him. At this point, he very much treats Namwoon, Hyunsung, and Joonghyuk as characters only. He kills Namwoon out of personal dislike and the belief that Namwoon would never change his psychopathic ways. Hyunsung he admires, making comments along the lines of “i never imagined i would be able to meet his character in real life.” Joonghyuk is a similar story only with far more disdain, because Dokja realizes just what a bastard Joonghyuk is at this point. I do think it’s important to know that while Dokja was ultimately wrong about Namwoon, he was absolutely correct in reading Joonghyuk’s intentions when they first meet on the bridge. So even when Dokja sees novel characters as being ripped straight from the pages, he is not completely right nor completely wrong in his understanding of them as people.

As we are introduced to more novel characters with Jihye heralding Joonghyuk’s return, the most important thing to examine with the character vs person aspect is how Dokja interacts and interprets their actions. And for all purposes, there is not a single difference in how he treats party members like Sangah and Heewon vs Joonhyuk or Jihye. None of how he presents himself changes drastically, regardless of the status of the person. The only thing that changes is the fact that he knows what to say to poke and prod at them in the ways he wants to, whether to motivate, or to annoy, etc etc, because he has such extensive knowledge of them from following their story. And even then, even then Dokja has those assumptions shoved in his face when Joonghyuk occupies one of the hidden safe zones during the 3rd scenario. If he were any less resourceful then that assumption would have cost him his life, and he clearly recognizes it as such. When Hyunsung mentions how it seems Dokja has known him for a long time, Dokja doesn’t brush it off or treat it as a useless comment, he recognizes the weight of what Hyunsung is saying- of what he himself is doing by pretending to be a distant friend while knowing so many details of Hyunsung’s life, and it clearly bothers him a bit. Already, Dokja is moving away from the perspective seeing novel characters as characters only, because from the beginning all the novel “characters” are asserting their agency and personhood.

The next major moments come with the cinema dungeon, first up being the scene when the company is in the titanic movie. When Jihye moves to kill the simulations, saying that it doesn’t matter because they’re real and the simulation is just a character, Dokja is left looking on to think over her words. Again, his perspective is challenged and Dokja seriously considers the implications of such. When they get to the sea battle reenactment, and Jihye breaks down, Dokja doesn’t use his knowledge of her as a “character” to convince her to stand up again. He tells her his honest thoughts, the same attitude he’s shown to Gilyoung and Sangah and Heewon. That she isn’t wrong for wanting to survive. That she cannot atone for her actions with death but must live on. Frankly, I have a hard time believing that such an emotionally charged speech comes from any point of distancing the same way one would if they only considered a person to be a character who needed the right catchphrases.

Concerning the fight between Dokja and Joonghyuk in the cinema dungeon, I actually don’t think it has much to add to this character vs person argument orv is building, but it does go to show that even if it were true that Dokja sees all WoS people as being characters only, that perspective is not without emotion or humanity. Dokja wasn’t simply a reader watching over a story, when he read WoS he was fighting alongside these characters, urging them to keep going, to keep fighting for a better world.

Now, next up comes the most important distinction, and one of orv’s best ideas when it comes to expanding on this character vs person conflict: introducing other readers of WoS. Now Dokja is our baseline to compare to others in similar standing to him, and the results are incredibly telling. The apostles refuse to even acknowledge any novel character as human, let alone treat them with decency. When Dokja confronts them about it, they shrug it off, claiming its sad that these characters don’t even know they’re characters. When attacking Dokja’s station, they target Jihye specifically because she is a character, reveling in beating/humiliating her. This is what it means to only see a character as a character, and it is nothing like what Dokja has been doing.

After that, we get the other brilliant twist that when apostles reach a point past where they read, they become “characters,” complete with acting as if other character have always been a part of the world. This, to me, is when Dokja stops separating the people from the characters. In a world where a person can become labelled as a character under his skill, who’s to say what the difference is? Certainly not Dokja, who even when he did have that distinction changed very little about how he treated them. Now it’s simply people he read about in WoS vs people he did not.

A small sidenote here regarding Sooyoung, while being an author herself, she’s certainly much more scathing in her interactions with who she considers a “character,” and while not quite touched upon in the webtoon, she tends to deny the agency of those she considers characters far longer than Dokja ever did. Although the two of them end up in very similar positions later down the line.

Now, all of this is not to say that Dokja seeing Joonghyuk and co as characters first doesn’t impact his relationship with them, because it undeniably does. But none of that shows in how Dokja treats them, it shows in how he perceives their intentions, most notably with Joonghyuk. But considering that as the sole reason why Dokja does so is to ignore the fact that Dokja is not the best at interpreting any sort of positive emotion directed towards him, even more so in the very,,, roundabout way Joonghyuk goes about showing that he trusts Dokja and regards him highly. He has no idea how high a pedestal his little gang is setting him on despite spending literally all of his time around them. When people like Hyunsung and Sangah mention wanting to get to know him more he’s completely befuddles as to why they would even want to.

Additionally, citing the fourth wall as responsible for creating the distance between Dokja and WoS characters doesn’t hold up to me because the fourth wall creates a distance from anyone and everyone, regardless of status. It lets him perceive all of reality as fiction, not just the cherry picked portions. Thus creating another layer of non-distinction for him- equally distant from everything and everyone, the only person in the world who can see it quite the way he does.

Another argument that can definitely be made in more detail is that Dokja’s understanding of Joonghyuk as a character in the beginning is the key factor in letting their relationship blossom. Had Dokja not known what he does, had treated Joonghyuk in reverence like the other apostles do rather than the bastardy coniving way of his, Joonghyuk never would have opened up. What makes Dokja stand out to Joonghyuk is that he keeps challenging the regressor. Challenging him and winning. It’s the speech in the cinema master dungeon where Joonghyuk realizes Dokja cares about him far more than he realized, even if he cannot comprehend how or why.

Anyways, I won’t go any further than that, and if anyone made it this far, here have a cookie for your troubles thank you for sifting through all that. While I think a lot of what I’m saying is like, basic textual shit that doesn’t deserve such a long post for, it still means a lot to me to say it. I feel like the most common fandom interpretations of the character vs person argument and the fourth wall at the beginning of orv so greatly oversimplify and honestly ignore what orv is trying to say in a bad faith reading of the text. Whereas Dokja’s growth is far more complex and subtle than just “he stopped seeing people as characters.”

#orv #omniscient reader #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #while not a romantic post it is regarding their relationship which i consider inherently romantic so-#should be webtoon only reader friendly #let me know if not #anyways this is too many words for one night never let me do this again

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zixuo · 2 years

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I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT !

WARNINGS!!

switch!idia, switch!reader, dry humping?. praise, body worship, begging, make out session, grinding, name calling !

NOTES !!

I loved this fic so much- aaaasa idia worshipping your body every time he sees it at any point in a lewd way or not is so relaxing to himmmm, I know he loves BBW man (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Name calling ? :3

Plsosiwkodkwosjodkdodk ok.

I feel like idia wasn’t big on name calling originally, he thought couple stuff when you first started dating was kind of cringy. You needed to figure out a way to convince him though.. some way to lure him in, but how?

“Idiaaa.. idia-“

“What do you want I’m in the middle of a-“

“What do you want for dinner honey! I was thinking of ordering online or..”

His mind drifted off, he took off his headset to hear you and talk but he gripped it tighter in his hand, looking at you shocked? He originally told you not to because he thought it was stupid but he never thought you would actually go along with it. He didn’t even realize it but while you were ranting about whatever that he had a major hard on, it wasn’t even hide-able and it was aching. It didn’t help you had on a shirt that just so perfectly exposed your perfect chest.

By the time you finished talking, the tip of idia’s hair was so pink he was visibly blushing, you looked at him and leaned over, your chest in his view a bit better and causing him to back up, even more stunned by your approach.

“Uhm- your- chest- in my face-“

“Idia I asked you if you wanted burgers or taco- HEY?!”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped your shoulders and put you in his lap immediately, grinding up into you and repeatedly bucking his hips up into you, you were trying to get a word out but the way he kept moving had you gripping his blue flames and kiss him back passionately, it was such a hungry kiss you could stay like that for hours, both of your bodies moving in harmony with dirty words, pleads, praises, and degradation.

“S-So good.. you feel so- so good stay just like that y/n- please don’t- don’t move baby please- n-need to fuck you like this and just like this, feels s’ good..”

“Idia- mn- I thought you didn’t l-like pet n-“

He cut you off with a kiss, gripping your ass with his blue lipstick smearing on your lips again. He had kissed over every surface of his body he could possibly reach, shoulders, neck, ears, and of course chest. He was too addicted and he hadn’t even went inside of you yet. He needed to keep this friction or else he wouldn’t-

“m’ need to- need to- cum- keeping m-moving please I need to- need to use you just this once- just this once honey please.”

“you-“ you sighed stifling back a moan and looking at him with heavy pants, your chest heaving up and down. “Fine, put it in my love..”

He was so quick you don’t even think you heard him pull his pants down, the next moment you felt the tip right at your hole, twitching and leaking, it was big.. even though you’ve both fucked before it felt so euphoric every single time you got the chance to fuck like animals.

He slipped it in, so easy you let a loud moan rip from your throat, he hadn’t started moving yet and you nearly came when he let all of himself in. Idia wasn’t looking too hot either, as soon as he let all of him inside he held onto you, gripping your shirt tightly, whimpering and crossing his eyes from how warm you were.

“Oh my g- you’re so- so good.. feel so good- you’re the prettiest- so pretty. My pretty baby yeah- s-so pretty..”

You originally never intended to be dommed by idia, he was submissive at the start but this was a different change of pace. You needed him to use you immediately, so you obliged.

“So pretty- your pretty baby- j-just yours- all yours- mn..”

Idia loved moments like this, both of you praising and loving each other felt so right. It’s why he loved you so much, you were so perfect for him he would’ve never left you for anyone. He loved every aspect of your body and touched it as much as he could during sex, as well as kissing all over you. He was the best and you loved him just as much as he loved you.

#idia smut #idia shroud #idia x reader #smut #switch reader #twisted wonderland smut #gender neautral reader

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jordynbreeloa777 · 3 months

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hey i just wannna ask you this question on how do you handle being religious and using loa at the same time . ths shit really make me avoid using loa and feeling guilty that i am doing something wrong lol .

also i love yr acc so muchhhh <3333

Hey anon! This topic is very important to talk about which i feel like hella ppl dont. I am Christian and was raised in a religious household. I found out about the law and it’s like every door opened for me. I was spiritually awake. I still do believe there is an outside creator since how could how look at the world, and say there isn’t one? I still use to believe in angel numbers, zodiac signs/astrology and the universe to. But i never believed in “Christian witches” and things of that nature. It’s kinda like pick a side and stick with it to me. I always felt guilty about it but then I realized what is we put on earth for? With the law i finally am getting everything i wanted so desperately and craved for just by being my own god, and creator. I do still feel guilty but I realized i have to put me first, and I’m done being a victim of my own reality. I still do believe in heaven or hell, since no i dont believe in reincarnation like Neville Goddard did, but I do think that when the time is right hopefully i can return back to being religious since I still have a though in the back of my head saying God is real and He does exist. I’m at the point of my journey where it’s kind of spiritual warfare a little bit. Like which side? Who do I go to in order to have faith? A man in the sky, who HAS DONE AMAZING THINGS IN MY LIFE, or myself? Since i dont know that if i was praying and assuming that if I ask God and pray 10 times a day he would give me what I granted or did I manifest that because i had the core assumption that me and His relationship together is close, and He will make my life easy. I still dont even know my own answers but do I think he is real, yes. Would I manifest for my family to stop being Christian no. Maybe i will return back to faith, but now I am loving my life. Finally i can say that. I love being in control of every little thing and aspect, and getting what I want because I know where the power comes from. me. it all starts within, always have, and always will.

Guilty, yes sometimes I do. I still identify as Christian, even though it’s wrong because I’m tore in half of what I want. I do like to be extremely careful with the “god” affs as long as it’s a lower case G. I do also realize a lot of people in the community don’t really talk about this. For a while, it did make me avoid loa, even though we never stop manifesting. I didn’t manifest and took a break for a year, and my life was hell. I was ugly, insecure, got bullied, bad grades, no friends, home life wasn’t all that good, wasn’t good at sports everything. This is such a good topic to touch on, and I may edit and add more in the future because i could talk about this for days on end. now that I’m spiritually awake, I don’t fully know what to side with. Do i enjoy getting every thing I want without knowing for sure or at least having the faith in an afterlife? Or be fully devoted Christian, and be unhappy with myself on how I look, or that my sp isn’t in love with me? Why would I stop now if I found the golden key? I finally have a say in what i want in my reality why would I stop now if everything been going in my favor?

I hope this answered since I still go to a Christian school which I’m not going to manifest away, but I don’t read the Bible and pray as much anymore. I would rather affirm and get every single thing I want in my own power and control then be a victim. I’m done with that. Even though It did feel so good when I prayed and got tingles in my heart, i still don’t know what i want for sure. Right now I am religious and usingLOA.

Hope this answered anon<3 Also thank you for liking my blog!💝💝

#law of assumption #manifesting #loassumption #neville goddard #manifesation #loa tumblr #religion #christianity

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So, I had to go back and watch the forehead flick and Sailom’s little admonition of “no Thai” with his wagging finger about five times before I could move on, and part of that is because the comedy was on-point, but part of it is how much weight that moment carries. It really is so very reminiscent of correcting a recalcitrant puppy, while at the same time being very casually boyish horseplay and one-up-manship, and I think those things combined do a ton of load-bearing as we start moving into the next stage of their relationship. On a meta level, the comic aspect of it breaks some of the tension we’ve been carrying around about them and the previously established tone of the relationship between them. And it also really establishes that - despite the way what’s happened between them in the past can reverberate for Sailom – he’s not afraid of Kanghan, he’ll treat him casually, he’ll take the lead, and there can be some balance of power in this relationship, despite outside power disparities. This is an interaction of equals, and both of them are fine with it.

Kanghan has all his previously established socioeconomic power, sure. But here, Sailom has a kind of institutionalized power, as the tutor in the relationship. But also, that’s only because Kanghan has allowed it, has ceded power to Sailom. All Kanghan has to do is say he doesn’t want to do this, and it would be over, and there would be zero consequences for him - and on some level, they both know that, already, even though Sailom still doesn’t really know anything about Kanghan’s dad yet. Kanghan has clearly demonstrated that he could walk away, and the only reason he’s showed up – as far as Sailom knows at this point - is because Sailom insisted, and he maybe wants to make his Grandma proud of him, he guesses, shrug. Meanwhile, sure, Kanghan dragged Sailom into unfamiliar territory with the steak-dinner date, but he also demonstrates here that he’s perfectly willing to follow Sailom into Sailom’s own territory, onto unfamiliar ground, lit. and fig. He puts himself in Sailom’s hands, he follows Sailom’s lead – explicitly, he follows Sailom’s lead, instead of bribing the bouncer to let them into the bar/restaurant. Sailom just kind of casually takes Kanghan into his own world, into his own life, to the open-air market in an area where he’s done a lot of helping people with their English, and Kanghan just. Follows him. Doesn’t even think twice about it. (Except for complaining that he’d’a dressed up if he’d known this was a date.)

Plus, he then completely humiliates himself for no real reason other than to get Sailom’s approval. Come on, do any of us really think there would be any real consequences if he performed badly on his English exam? (NO.) But Sailom has set him a task, and by god, he’s going to do it, no matter how hard it is for him. (PRAISE KINK ENGAGED.)

And my god, Kanghan. Ohhhh my godddd. Nobody’s stomped on my embarrassment squick this hard in a long time. I’m literally cringing watching you try to pick up strangers get strangers’ Instagrams. I realize part of the bit is that your English is supposed to be bad, but could you not come up with some kind of cover story here, like, “ha ha, I made a bet with my friend, who could get the most Instagram connections, he’ll owe me a beer” – something, anything so you look the slightest bit less like you’re inappropriately hitting on every single person you approach? Or at least try to talk to them a little bit, first? MY GUY. PLEASE. You do approach this whole thing with the same determination and lack of reservation you used when you pulled a gun on the goons who were beating up your boyf bullying target, so I have to give you that, I guess – once again, your feckless, reckless rich-kid confidence carries you through. Or are you just determined to do a good job for Sailom so you can continue to get praise and belly rubs? Because I think that may be a big part of it.

#kanghan krittin #sailom homchan #kanghansailom #dangerous romance #vp hs au hour #loveblogging ep 3

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Do You know what this is, Mr Bray?

(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection

Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?

Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode

Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me

Wordcount: 1.9k

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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.

“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.

A laugh erupts from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t. You know everyone, you work here, silly!” (Y/N) boops her boyfriend's nose before exiting the vehicle. Another smile spreads on her face upon seeing what feels like her second home since she is spending so much time there: The Jeffersonian Institute.

Both Wendell and (Y/N) work as “Squintern” there and happened to meet on a case a few months back. Quickly after realizing that this is the woman of his dreams, the blond asked her out and well, the rest is history.

In the beginning of their relationship the two decided to keep it on the low, wanting to figure out the way this is heading for themselves without the prying eyes of the other squinterns, snide comments by Dr. Brennan or the nagging from Angela as well as the awkward behavior Cam always puts on after obtaining information like this one. Also, Wendell is scared of Booth’s reaction, claiming his watchful eyes over them would burn the hairs in his back.

“Yeah I know, my little dove. But, they are practically our family and soon they will know the youngest of it are dating. Not that we are something like siblings- god no, this wasn’t what I wanted to imply. I just meant- I don’t know how to talk my way out of this,” he sheepishly looks at (Y/N), his face red as a tomato. In return, she kisses his cheek, rubbing a hand over his bicep in an affectionate manner.

“Don’t worry, Darling. They all will be happy for us, I mean either that or they don’t care at all. Both reactions are not bad for us.” But his troubled face still doesn’t vanish. “Honestly, I’m just scared of Booth.”

Again, this theme. Sensing your annoyance, Wendell quickly explains himself. “A few days ago, when I touched your shoulder while complimenting your work of reconstructing the skull, Booth watched us and had this ‘don’t touch my daughter again’ look on his face. And I have seen this in fathers of previous girls I was in relationships with, but none of them needed to pass a gun qualification regularly or are trained in a military level in what seems every single life aspect. I swear, he can snap me in two by just looking at me.”

(Y/N)’s lips leave an exasperated sigh. They discussed this topic over and over again. Wendell is more than sure that both Brennan and Booth adopted her as their unofficial child since they know her since she was a junior in high school and watched her grow up and supported her career as a forensic anthropologist from the beginning.

(Y/N) on the other hand feels like this is not true at all due to all the comments they make she feels like they are just people sharing a long friendship. Said comments are teasing, but Wendell and her are still working on the whole social cues thing together.

“Darling, you are imagining things. Just yesterday Seeley called me the single reason for getting gray hair after Jack and I blew up a little bit during an experiment.” He animatedly gestures his hands in her direction. “Exactly! This is something only a father figure say- wait. Hodgins and you blew up during an experiment! Why didn’t you tell me about that?!” His face immediately takes a look of new worry, a deeper one than the previous one. That was only about people’s opinion, but this look is about his girlfriend’s safety.

“I told you to be more careful when you conduct these with him! You know what- I’m gonna kill him for being this reckless all the time” this and many more things does Wendell grumble while the two of them make their way through security without any hitches.

Now it’s her turn to look sheepishly at him. “Look, I didn’t tell you not because I didn’t want to, I just forgot about it. And we are both fine! We only lost a few arm hairs and have some slight burns. We were already scolded by Cam, so you don’t need to lecture me too.”

But this doesn’t help Wendell’s mood either. “I will lecture you as long and as often as I see fit. It seems like the amount I already did wasn’t enough, because here you are, telling me about something like that as if you were talking about what you had for lunch. I need to be informed if you get injured. I need to make sure you are fine mentally, emotionally and physically. That’s part of the job description as your boyfriend. Show me the burns, please.”

While Wendell lectures (Y/N) and inspects her injuries they continue to walk towards the platform, not paying attention to who is close by. Until a voice cuts his rant off with a loud “BOYFRIEND?! OH MY GOD!” Coming from nobody less than Angela Montenegro herself.

The scream is loud enough that everyone comes out of their offices, throwing away any project they were working on. While (Y/N)’s face turns hot by all of the sudden attention, Wendell’s gets white as a ghost seeing Booth step out of Brennan’s office.

Unfazed by the couple’s expressions, Angela has still her gaze fixated on them. Wendell’s hand still clasps around (Y/N)’s wrist in order to deem the burns non life-threatening. “I knew it! I knew that you two are together! Jack, pay up!” A groan comes from the entomologist. “You just made me fifty bucks poorer, kids. I hope you are happy now.” He says with a sigh, getting his wallet out of his back pocket and hands a bill to the brunette. Her smile is unmatched.

“Is that true, Mr Bray? Are you having a relationship with Miss (Y/L/N)?” Brennan asks the now red faced man. Booth positions himself next to hir, his arms crossed in front of him with his face turning into an intimidating look.

His eyes are switching between his boss, her husband and his girlfriend. The last one gives him an encouraging smile. After taking a deep breath he gives her a nod paired with a smile of his own. He lets go of her wrist, instead threading his fingers through hers. “Yes,” he says, turning towards Temperance, “Miss (Y/L/N) and I are engaging in a relationship.”

She looks at him with a satisfied smile on her face. “Well then, I wish you two good luck. Also, (Y/N),” Brennan addresses her, ”I want you to remember what we have talked about.” Now it’s the young woman’s turn to look embarrassed. Still, she gives out a meekly “Yes, I do.”

Hoping that this whole ordeal is over now, the male turns back to the platform, where Cam already awaits her team. She has a warm look for the youngest between the group.

But he isn’t let off the hook that easily.

“Wendell, I got something in my car that I need help with”, Booth shouts for him, leaving no room for discussion. While most of the team gives him a look of terror and pity, (Y/N) flashes him a smile and a sublte thumbs up, thinking that Seeley really does need help with something.

The way to the garage is basked in an uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for Wendell at least, Booth is enjoying this obviously. After what feels like an eternity, he decides to break it.

“So, Wendell Bray. What do you think is the reason you are dating (Y/N)?” Startled by the sudden question, the young man gaps at the agent. He needs a second to collect himself again. “I- Agent Booth, we, I- ahem- I date your- (Y/N)! I date (Y/N) because I love her, Agent Booth.” Ok, maybe he isn’t as collected as he thought he is.

“Aha”, Seeley acknowledges, popping the trunk of his SUV open, “Isn’t love a pretty strong word?” Wendell watches him take a big plastic case out.

“It is, still I’m sure. I love (Y/N) and she loves me. We both are willing to make this relationship work. We know that our jobs are demanding and we both are dedicated to our careers. I think that’s why we understand each other so well and know exactly what the other one needs. I attend just as much to her needs as (Y/N) does to mine. I know love isn’t enough to keep a relationship alive, but it’s part of the foundation.” He looks up at the agent with nothing but honesty in his eyes. It makes Seeley sigh before popping the plastic case open.

Inside is some kind of rifle. After all, Wendell is not a weapon expert, so every gun with a long snout is a rifle to him. “This, my dear Mr Bray, is one of my specialties. If - I’m talking in an ‘if’, I can’t give you more - if you hurt (Y/N), I’ll follow you around with this one. You know, this kid is like a daughter to me and Bones, so you know what this talk is about. Except for, I won’t kill you. Injure? Yes, definitely. But not kill. I want you to live with the guilt of hurting one of the most innocent souls on this earth. You’ll never see this - me - coming. Understood?”

Booth’s expression should induce the biggest fear into Wendell he ever felt. Instead, a wave of great respect overcomes him. Now he knows that there are people caring about his girlfriend beyond a friendship level. There is a familial bond, people (Y/N) can and does rely on outside from him. “Understood and respected, Sir.” They shake hands, exchanging mutual respect.

“Good, now that this is settled, I wish you two the best,” He tells the young man while packing everything up again and closing the trunk. “You are kind of the best fit for her in a lab like that. God knows you are the only normal one, and I got a wife and a nearly-daughter in there. Let’s get back inside before they send the cops out, thinking I killed you. We should also meet up for a beer or something soon again, have a man to man talk. What do you think?”

As they enter the platform in a cheery manner, everyone looks at the pair with bulging eyeballs. Everyone except for (Y/N), who is just happy to see them getting along just the way they were before the announcement. After all, she is right.

If you read this far, please consider leaving a comment or a reblog (or even a commented reblog). Giving feedback has the same effect on writers as watering your plants, it will help them grow <3

#wendell bray x reader #seeley booth x reader #temperance brennan x reader #angela montenegro x reader #jack hodgins x reader #wendell bray #bones team #bones team x reader #bones fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

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kakiastro · 7 months

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Saturn Return

There’s so much misconceptions, fear lingering when it comes to your Saturn return and I think it’s because a lot people don’t know or truly understand the full energy of Saturn.

Who is Saturn?

- Saturn is what I like to call our “personal Government” he’s the celestial body that brings us structure and discipline in our lives. He’s also the one who teaches us the hard lessons in our lives. He rules over our career, public image, our boss, karma and time. Without Saturn , we would be lost ducks. Think of Saturn as the stern dad who placed lots of restrictions on you growing up.

Example: Let’s say you want to go to a party with your friends that involves lots of bad influences such as your so called friends but your dad (Saturn) don’t allow you to go and instead want you to stay home and do something that’s fun and safe. You sneak out and go to the party anyway. You’re having fun right, drinking and being reckless. then the police shows up to shut it down and you get arrested for being drunk and disorderly. You get go home, sobered up and grounded by your dad (Saturn).time passes and you realize these so called “friends” never called and checks up on you. The only one who has is your dad, even though you’re grounded, he still makes sure you’re okay and gives you a small lecture on discipline.

The point of this short story was to show you that we think Saturn (dad) is blocking things in our life (the party) but he really just looking out for us in long haul.

So what does this has to do with Saturn Return?

Similar to the short story example I gave, that’s how we live life the first 27 years of our existence , partying (not literally) and being stubborn until our dad (Saturn ) says “hey, it’s time to get serious about your purpose now. “

So what exactly is a Saturn Return?

Saturn Return= Coming of Age story.

Its when transit Saturn return to the same sign as your natal Saturn

Example: you were born when Saturn was in the sign of Pisces. Now Saturn is back in Pisces again so you’re going through your return

When does it start and how long does it last?

It takes every 29 years for Saturn to re-enter the sign it was in when you were born. Saturn stays in a sign for 2.5 years

It starts when you’re 27 years old. This is known as the Pre-Shadow period. Things may start to change for the better or worse for you at this time.

By the time you’re 29 years old, you’ll be going through your actual return. Depending on the degree your Saturn is in, that’s when you’ll feel it the heaviest. The actual return will last when you’re 31 years old.

However, there’s the after shadow period so really until you’re 33 years old is when you’ll be fully done with Saturn.

Then you get to do it over again in 29 years lol

What can I expect during my Saturn Return?

Short answer, it depends on your chart. This is why I believe you shouldn’t listen to other people warnings or take their horror experiences as your own because everyone single person has their own lessons, different houses, aspects. Then you have to consider culture and family upbringings place a part as well.

A Saturn Pisces 3° 4h is going to have a completely different experience from someone who has Saturn Pisces 17° 1h.

Someone who has Saturn square Mars is going to have a different experience than someone who has Saturn trine Mars

What advice do you have?

If you’re not well versed in astrology, get a Saturn return reading done to at least understand the themes of your return. Honestly, just continue living your life and stop worrying about things you can’t control. Saturn return is to help us mature and strive toward our purpose and you’ll do that on a subconscious level anyway.

I hope you enjoyed this reading and if you want a birth chart reading, I’m open! Be kind and safe y’all.

#astrology #astrology community #knowledge #love astrology #astro observations #advanced astrology #saturn #saturn return

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palfriendpatine66 · 7 months

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My dream is that you one day will write boiling rwrb au

Also I need to know all of your thoughts about the film

RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE MY BELOVED!!!!

In summary: I absolutely love it and have so many thoughts. But also I don’t see myself writing an obikin au for it. (Not to worry, I speak autocorrect 😉) Read more below the break

I adore rwrb. It’s my new comfort movie. I’ve watched it three times and I read the book after my first viewing.

The first time I watched in I could NOT believe how gay it was. Honestly I am still twirling my hair and kicking my feet that we get to have a rom com that is just SO!gay. I want more! And I’m really hoping that it’s popularity means we’ll get it

*side note for any of my younger followers: this makes me feel so old. But as a teen in the 2000s there wasn’t a lot of queer media readily available and what was definitely wasn’t showing or marketed toward teens. What I was aware of was adult dramas surrounding HIV/AIDS. Glee and Modern Family didn’t come out until I graduated. Stories like this would have been a game changer

Anyways: back to rwrb. I LOVE that it gets to unabashedly be everything that it is. Is it corny as hell? Yes! Is it tropey and over the top? Yes! Does it read like a fanfic? Yes! Is it fantastic that it gets to be all of these things that every!single! hetero romance/romcom gets to be while basically leading a pride parade through everyone’s Amazon Prime account? YES!!!

A short list of my favorite things about rwrb in no particular order:

All the star wars references in the book. They are nerds and they are my kind of people

Get Low is also my drunk jam. Yes I am the target audience. Yes I am ok with this

There’s a female president and vice president (girl power!)

The sex scene might just be the sweetest, most intimate thing I have witnessed with my own two eyes? It was so tender and so real

There was zero attempt made to pretend that they weren’t just copying the royal family and the fact that the movie leaned into it so hard is absolutely hilarious to me.

They’re also a biracial couple and they don’t shy away from Alex’s experiences as the son of an immigrant to the US (the book does more here)

The key stays on during sex, just hanging there bonking him in the face. 10/10. Hilarious. Kills me.

They do not shy away from gay sex happening and the boys are horny for each other. Like, we don’t just see them kiss once. Again, I’m old, but YES!!!!

I’m cutting myself off here but I could very much go on.

As for the possibility of an obikin au: I’m not going to lie, I thought about it. But I don’t think I see that happening from me.

The first reason is mostly how I write obikin. I don’t write same age aus because I can’t personally separate out their age gap and power dynamic from the other aspects of their canon relationship. I just don’t know how to make them work as peers. (Note: nothing against same age aus, I’ve read many that I’ve adored. I just can’t wrap my head around it to make it happen myself).

Secondly, I kind of don’t want to touch it? I realize I’m basically the queen of looking at a movie and thinking YES, but make it obikin! But I just went on a rant about how this movie/story feels special in that 1) it’s already queer and 2) is allowed to unapologetically be itself. And I don’t know that I want to change that

(Would I read a RWRB obikin au? Absolutely)

#your pal goes on a loving rant #help I’m old #rwrb #red white and royal blue

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project: stay single — twenty two : hear me out but i think i’m psychic

word count: 314 ! (screenshots below!)

sometimes jungwon could be stupid, like incredibly stupid, which was perculliar to most considering his image to most revolved around his genius intellect. but jungwon won’t deny that he can be slow sometimes because that’s the reason why he was sitting at his desk right now like the light bulb in his brain finally turned on.

for weeks he attempted to figure out exactly what he was experiencing, crossing off every possible explanation like a checklist imprinted into his mind and eventually coming to the conclusion that it was burnt out, however, he was conflicted. he knew what burnt out really felt and looked like, but maybe he wanted to suppress that second thought. that irritating little reason that kept reappearing every time he talked to that one particular girl.

y/n was like spring to jungwon—fresh, warm, and exciting. the sunshine after a cold winter day. jungwon always looked forward to talking to her or even just seeing her throughout the day because for some strange reason, he felt energized every time they interacted. her laugh was like a sweet melody to his ears, and her voice was calm and smooth. he liked how she made him feel like enough and comfortable. after all, she was the first girl to make him discard his studious and put together demeanor and reveal his silly, sarcastic, and kind of dumb side. he liked how smart she was; even if she didn’t think so, her mathematics were far more advanced that his, and it was refreshing not being the smartest for once.

to jungwon, every single aspect of y/n was beautiful, and he finally realized this was how he felt. he, as strange as the concept of romantic feelings was to him, liked her. he liked park y/n. and maybe his head and heart was about to explode from this realization because what now?

synopsis: when being the youngest and only girl of the park household, strict parents and overprotective brother and cousins are a given. therefore, park y/n sworn off dating until she enters college (not that she had much of a choice). but when the awkward but terribly cute yang jungwon is placed in her lab group, she finds herself wanting to break the number one rule in her family—no dating till college. or maybe they could be just friends, right?

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note: omg he finally realized after 22 chapters 😱😱 anyways tho i just felt like i had to put into words how jungwon realized because it made the most sense for understanding how he feels

and as always feedback is much appreciated !! it’s always nice hearing what you guys are thinking as you’re reading it ^_^

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koushuwu · 9 months

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*:･ﾟ✧ love you today — best friend eijun pt. 2

18+ content | 2,9k words | sawamura eijun x reader. waking up with you in his arms, eijun remembers the antics of last night. but will the two of you be able to see eye to eye?

tags/cw: afab!reader, pet names (reader calling eijun baby cakes), mentions of alcohol consumption, mild angst, sexual undertones, no actual smut, build up, eijun is sporting an erection, mentions of make out session from part 1, best friends to lovers, feelings, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

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the first thing eijun noticed when he stirred from sleep wasn’t the throbbing ache down south. that part came later. the first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest and a scent so distinctly you, filling his nostrils. instinctively, eijuns arms tightened around your body, pulling you impossibly closer. he noticed the warmth of your back against his palm, where it’d crept under his shirt on your frame through the night. he should pull it out but the electricity of it made him hesitate.

eijun didn’t have a moment of disorientation as to where he was either, like some might waking up somewhere they’re not used to. no, eijun knew exactly where he was, because he knew exactly what the weight on his chest was from the moment he stirred. he knew what the scent was. he was home. he was with you. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you lay pressed against him. he knew where he was. every single one of his senses were flooded with you. everything. and as they did, memories of last night came crashing in with it. you, holding his hand. you, pressing your lips to his. you, perched on his lap. you–

shit. his cock jumped at the memory of your clothed sex grinding down on him. and that. that was when he truly realized. of course he’d already felt it. how could he not, when his cock strained against his boxers? but it hadn’t been a protrudent thought as of yet. after all, morning woods were a thing and it wasn’t anything unusual. however holding you in his arms, inhaling your scent. that’s what made the difference. that’s what he now truly felt. the dull ache of his cock being left standing tall and proud after your shenanigans the night before. the ache of his own desire and desperation to touch you. to be touched by you. but even so, he couldn’t get too excited. he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t. eijun quickly pulled his hand from your skin, instead resting it on top of the fabric covering your shoulder. he needed to call down. his dick needed to calm down, he thought, glaring down at it over your body.

“down boy—“ eijun hissed, words low, whistling between his teeth, before he was able to stop himself. shifting in his embrace, your hot breath fanned across his chest. as you craned your neck to look at him, still bleary eyed from sleep.

“did you just—“

“you were not supposed to hear that!” eijun’s voice turned sharp. high. quick. “you were supposed to be asleep.” right then, eijun felt an uncharacteristic embarrassment, prompting him to press his palms over his eyes in a futile attempt at hiding. embarrassed might even be an overstatement. eijun wasn’t prone to embarrassment, and he was very much unapologetically him in every aspect of life. but yet here he was, wishing he could’ve held his tongue for once.

“maybe you shouldn’t be talking to your dick then, baby cakes.” okay, yeah. eijun was absolutely embarrassed. just a little bit. he was used to teasing. always had been, since all the way back to his time at seidou. but this. this was different. okay. the lightness in your voice, the laughter. it was all a bit too much and eijun pressed his palms harder against his face and groaned.

“i thought you were sleeping, or i wouldn’t have–”

“i’m glad i wasn’t then.” the lightness persisted, but the laughter faded, lingering only faintly in the aftertaste of your words. and that. that was what made eijun lift his hands from his face enough to peek down at you. you’d shifted further so that you were now resting your chin on your hands, looking up at him from his chest. a sight to behold, indeed, yet he still covered up his face once more. he shouldn’t get too excited. it was quiet for a bit, then he felt you moving against him. felt the bed shifting underneath you.

“where are you going?” eijun asked, finally removing his hands completely from his eyes. you’d sat up on the edge of the bed, back turned. you pushed to your feet before saying a word, and when eijun reached for you, you’d already stepped out of reach.

“getting some water.” the lightness was still there, but suddenly, it felt forced. eijun pushed it to the side. it was probably nothing. he probably just imagined it. it was nothing. “you thirsty?” you spoke over your shoulder, but didn’t look at him. it didn’t mean anything, you were just getting water. you didn’t have to look at him to ask that. he wished you had though, remembering the beautiful shimmer in your eyes the night before.

“yea.” as if drawn in by the very same insistent pulling he’d felt the night before, eijun’s eyes flitted down over your frame, clad in his t-shirt. he watched the way the fabric flitted over your skin as you moved. gaze dropping further, roaming the naked skin at the top of your thighs, peeking from right under the hem, to the soft skin down the rest of your thighs. calves. thighs. your thighs were beautiful and if eijun hadn’t been thirsty before, he definitely was now, mouth getting dryer and dryer. mouth feeling nothing short of like the sahara desert. his gaze stuck to your legs until you disappeared into the kitchen, where he heard you rummage through a cupboard and the tab running.

he couldn’t stop thinking about those thighs. picturing them. how pretty they’d looked as you walked through the room. how even prettier they’d been, caging in his hips the night before. something that once again had him painstakingly aware of the strain between his legs; teeth clenched to suppress a groan as his cock throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. shit.

despite knowing that you’d already heard him earlier, there was an urge inside of eijun to fix this problem before you found out just how hard he was. how you had made him that hard. looking around aimlessly for a solution that he didn’t find, you stepped back into view.

eijun wasn’t ashamed of the effect you had on him. quite the contrary, actually. but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by it. and just because you’d wanted him the night before, didn’t mean you felt the same now. so for your sake, he pretended like it was nothing as his eyes flickered back to you. you didn’t look at him. that was the first thing he noticed. your gaze was fixed at a point right above his head, as if trying to seem like you were actually looking at him. the next thing he noticed was your smile, and that was what had his insides twisting. there, quirked on your lips, but only on your lips. the familiar glimmer in your eyes was missing. the slight cringle of your skin. it was all missing, turning your smile stiff and distant. a twisting feeling settled in his stomach as you handed him the glass of water, eyes flicking to his hand before quickly finding your own glass incredibly interesting. he might’ve misread it. he wasn’t always the quickest to catch the physical cues. he knew that. but he’s looked at you so many times. seen that smile so many times. and this didn’t feel like that smile he knew.

“what’s wrong?” eijun spoke quickly, almost stumbling over the words as he set his glass down on the bedside table, untouched. he searched your face for some indication that this was all in his head. that everything was fine and normal, but— did you regret what had transpired between the two of you the night before? did you hate him for turning you down? it hadn’t seemed like that last night, but how could he know for sure?

“what do you mean?” you still don’t look at him, but he saw the crease in your brows as they knit together tight. the air around him feels heavy. clammy and cold like a spitting mirror image of the way eijun felt inside as he took in the change in your demeanor.

“i mean what’s wrong. you’re not looking at me.” even eijun himself could hear the plea coating his words. it felt small and a little desperate, but it didn’t matter. because he wanted you to look at him again. he wanted you to smile that wondrous smile of yours that always set his stomach ablaze. even before he realized exactly what those feelings were. he wanted you to look at him. no matter what. and then you did.

“yes, i am!” your gaze met his, head on. you did exactly what he’d pleaded for you to do, but it felt off. forced. like you really had to push yourself to meet his stare.

“now you are. you avoided it before,” he pressed. “do you want to talk about it? we can talk about it. we should talk about it. we’re best friends, we talk about everything, right?” you sigh, averting your gaze again. eijun didn’t think. he didn’t. he just moved. he snatched your wrist and held it in his hand. your skin was warm under his fingers. soft. his hold was gentle, and you didn’t draw back even though you could. eijun considered that a good sign. “sit,” he urged, tugging lightly, and you went, gingerly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“eijun, it’s nothing.” there was his name on your tongue again. your tongue. eijun shook his head lightly. this was not the time to be thinking those kinds of thoughts. now were the time to find that smile you’d tugged away somewhere out of his reach.

“i don’t like it when you won’t look at me,” he said, teeth clenching as the words found home in the air around you, hanging there like a veil between the two of you. “talk to me.” his fingertips traced the delicate skin over your pulsepoint, feeling the way your heartbeat made it thump rapidly. your gaze had fastened at his fingers against your skin. with your other hand, you finally took a swig of your water, even if it was more of a guise to draw out time before you were bound to answer. then you sighed once more.

“last night—“ you stopped and gnawed on your lower lip. “i’m sorry, i never should’ve— i didn’t—”

“do you regret it?” eijun pulled back as if he’d been stung. he had known it was going to hurt if you rejected him. if you regretted being with him in a drunken mess up. which was why he’d stopped it, despite desperately desiring the feeling of you. but he hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, that you’d regret even kissing him. but you were friends. he should have seen this coming. he should have known this would be the outcome. he should have walked home. he should have—

“no.” one simple word. one word. that’s what it took.

“what?” breathless. eijun felt his eyes widen at that one word you’d uttered. he felt the tightness in his stomach and chest let up. he knew he shouldn’t feel this relieved already, but he couldn’t help it. you didn’t regret it. you didn’t regret him. he shifted in his seat, turning further towards you, watching you intently.

“i don’t regret it, and i’m sorry if that makes me terrible but i—”

“what is it then?” eijun interrupted, hardly even hearing your words. he needed to know what was going on, and he’d be damned if he let it go before he did. “wait, why would that make you terrible? are you embarrassed? because—“

“i’m only embarrassed because i threw myself at you and you obviously regret what happened—“

“me?” your eyes met again. finally. this time vulnerable. hurt. eijun confused and questioning.

“yes, you.” what did you mean he regretted it. what was there to regret? other than not having realized the true nature of his feelings earlier? kissing your neck without your consent? maybe that, but only because he didn’t want to pressure you. but it had lead to you kissing him. he couldn’t regret that. he couldn’t regret kissing you.

“what would i— why would i regret it?”

“don’t play dumb, eij. you’re the one who wouldn’t even look at me first.” your voice sounded so small at you spoke, and it felt like that alone cracked something inside of him. you shook your head and looked away again. he couldn’t explain it, but he knew that he wanted to erase that cracking feeling entirely from his body. he wanted to never have felt it in the first place. he wanted… he wanted… what did he want? he wanted everything. except for this feeling. the voice of yours that made him feel these things. it hurt and he may not understand what you were talking about, but he didn’t want you to hurt the way he did right now. when had he not looked at you? he’d been looking at you all morning. nothing but you. always you. and he needed you to look at him too. just him. always him.

“hey,” he called. with a tentative hand, he cupped your cheek and turned your head towards him. his eyes fastened on yours. eijun didn’t know what else to do, but be honest; so that’s what he did. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’ve been looking at you the entire time. even when you walked away, i was looking at you. just you.”

“but when–”

“just you,” his voice cut you off before you actually got to clarify. because to him, it really didn’t matter. it really, truly, didn’t matter what he’d done to make you think he couldn’t look at you. because what mattered was that he would always look at you. and he knew that he was way beyond the line of a talk between best friends at this point, but he couldn’t help it. honesty. that’s the best he could offer you. and that’s what he always would offer. so he pressed on. “with everything i said yesterday, how could you think i would regret it? regret you? i have always been looking at you. i will always be looking at you. i would never regret you.” your eyes had widened ever so slightly at his words. whether he noticed was a different case. you looked at him. you finally dared to look at him the way you did before. open. honest.

“say it again.” your soft voice changed. this time, it didn’t hurt to hear you speak. it didn’t hurt to look into your beautiful eyes. it didn’t hurt and the knot in his stomach eased further. he would say it as many times at you’d like him to. as often as you’d like him to.

“i’ll never regret you,” eijun repeated.

“not that,” you said, breathless. a little lighter. “what you said yesterday. say it again.” eijun knew what you meant then. the words he’d finally found himself the night before. the words he’d finally understood and been brave enough to speak. he knew. releasing your wrist, eijun cupped your other cheek, and held your face between his hands. he knew the words you wanted. and he would give them to you. he would make sure you knew. so with an intensity in his eye that were mostly ever reserved for when he really meant business on the mount, he gave you everything. every little piece of him.

“i said that i’d still love you today.” eijun never really thought about what it would be like to say those words. i love you. but if he had, he probably would have expected it to be hard to push the words over his lips. but it wasn’t. it wasn’t hard. at least not when it was you he was sitting here with. instead it felt natural. light. easy.

“so,” you began, finally beginning to look and feel like his best friend again. like the person he loved. the person he was in love with. you felt like you. completely and entirely. just you. “you actually do want me?” you were hesitant. words slow. but still you.

“i love you,” eijun confirmed. “yes, i still want you. i meant every word. i still mean it. nothing has changed.” you seemed to relax at that. shoulders releasing the tension they’d held for so long.

“i think i want you too–” you began, biting your lip. then you corrected yourself. “no, i do.”

“i still want you–” eijun repeated in a whisper as he plucked the glass from your hand and put it on your nightstand. without ever taking his eyes from you, he leaned forward. eager as ever, it took his everything not to close the gap right then. “i love you, and i want you,” he said, lips just shy of being pressed to yours.

“then have me.” you said, catching eijun off guard, his eyes widening the at the very moment you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his. soft. hard. sweet. passionate. lingering. hesitant and as honest as could be. the kiss was everything, and as your hands settled on the skin of eijuns bare chest, he once again became very aware of his earlier situation, which hadn’t died down entirely just yet. as simple and innocent as it was, the mere feeling of your hands against his skin was enough to have his softening cock stirring. jumping. throbbing. pining for attention.

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

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