#either declaring undying love for each other

[metabolizemotions]

The timeline is broken 😭

The structure both worked n didn’t work? I think it’s really more for Tully than Vic, cos Vic already has sufficient backstory, n buildup -only a trigger is nec. Esp that late into the last season when we’re eager to see where the characters r going, not where they’ve gone or rehash some things? 704-5 worked well cos there was a balanced focus on the main not guest characters. Also imo flashbacks work better when anchored by familiar events, not vague period of multiple timeframes while jumping back and forth to the present?

I think due to the time crunch they want to condense the indiv arcs into single episodes. Like 703 for Travis with his dad, 706 for Vic & Tully with Morris, 707 for Maya with Mason.

The non-linear structure did allow for building a sense of history with Morris n the emotional impact that came after. It was a better way to incorporate the story of the guest actors, and it allowed for the inclusion of as many of the main cast as possible. The team hasn’t been really like a team since Maya was captain. There hasn't been any sort of real, shared n lasting experiences.

Imagine if we had a format like that that tied a season together, instead of the captainship n political drama, n tonally different n sometimes inconsequential scenes strung together to make up episodes, which went on to make up seasons. 704-6 r better than 701-3 imo, in an already better season, despite some issues. Sadly only upon cancellation r they focusing their resources n efforts to make it more dynamic n cohesive... n we didn't get more much-needed fresh takes from new writers n directors sooner...

We got to see the progression of how Vic came into her own as the leader for Crisis One. How it led to her emotional burnout n compassion fatigue - she truly cared for people, taking on their pain, while not being able to release her own unresolved pain or seek help when she needed it. A reality of mental health professionals, of women, esp woc.

The Travic scenes are the best scenes in a while now. It resonates the most when the writing felt true to the characters. Underneath the goofiness, they tell each other brutally honest truths. Like how they fought over their way to cope with trauma - Travis feeling the full brunt of the grief over Michael's death n struggling to really move on. While Vic quickly tried to move on after Ripley cos to let herself feel the pain fully was impossible. Or when they talked about the blatant racism/ homophobia or microaggressions each faced n how they buried instead of dealing with the pain.

Their friendship is my fav of the show and it took a backseat for a long time. Barrett n Jay have great chemistry n they always crushed it in their scenes - the emotional ones, the funny ones... But Travis hasn't been Travis, Vic hasn't been Vic, n Travic hasn't been Travic. The show tends to put relationships on hold and isolate characters n shoehorn their actions to fit the multiple new storylines they start, but don't always follow thru. A waste of the talent of the actors. When given good material like this, see them shine, case in point - Barrett here.

In a way it also felt like part damage control.

Tully thru Boris's eyes...

A rose-tinted look at a relationship built on conflicts which the show is working around instead of facing head on? Just like how OOC Vic was written in s6 when it came to Maya. It's like they realized they went too far, n now they are retconning instead of ever addressing their attitudes n actions towards Maya.

Filling in some blanks to substantiate their relationship in the lead-up to their wedding? It's valid for the shortened season - to some extent. They had been writing them as very selfish n egoistic people. Now they want to show their better sides to make people like them as a couple ... so the show can end in a big celebration of them? But just showing their good side doesn't work for me if they don't also acknowledge their darker sides.

Basically a chief n a captain ganged up to haze a junior colleague for months. An ex-battalion chief watched on n mocked - the same person who rallied the team behind him n gave him a job when he had none; the same person whose job he tried to steal. But after the extended saga, only Maya should apologize repeatedly?

I find it hard to root for Tully as a couple. The same reason why I don't find Beckett's arc fully earned. If they want to move on, yet keep making Maya be the only one addressing her own actions directly after she faced devastating consequences. While finding other ways to justify/ explain away/ minimize/ ignore/ retcon etc the actions of the others... It just makes for a very conflicting watch.

// b/w the new mayor n Ross? Also is it considered her growth? Since the brief Maya's "sit-down" of immediately shutting her down and calling her insubordinate... To when she later reconsidered and praised Andy about the "mutiny" which she jumped to conclusions to reprimand with no context... To now being okay with insubordination towards her boss cos she thought she was fighting for the right reasons... ?

Is that subtle subtext again? Is it me or is the writing for her confusing? Or is she a conflicted person who's not very self-aware?

#i like merle n boris #but they have better comedic than romantic chemistry? #their 704 coffee scene was gold #the comedy would prob win me over #more than #either declaring undying love for each other #or extended sexy time or kisses #it's more of a love that created chaos all around #than a love despite all odds? #again not angry #kind of tired with the narrative #of “strong female ch” #just given plot armors #instead of acknowledging their complexities as humans #got long again #station 19 comments #station 19

[clownsuu]

Ai adventures with yours truly: day 87- still trying to find that delectable angst- instead, I got one story being Wally chilling at howdy’s place due to the rain, Howdy asking Wally if he wants anything grilled to eat, wally flirting to (a very oblivious) howdy from inside while howdy is finishing up grilling (never specified what) and brings food inside, Wally asking to be fed(???) while watching the sunset(?), they both declare they undying love for each other and proceeds to make out passionately on the fuggin couch for several hours

also oh my god these two always gets so dam emotional??? Like they either become besties or lovers and they are always E X T R E M E L Y passionate and cry in eachother’s arms- no matter if it’s normal Wally or obsessive-

#I am #hella eepy MCHCDJDK #and getting art block pt 2 electric boogaloo #Must play monster hunter to quench my thirst for violence JDHDGDDHD #Welcome home wally #welcome home howdy #welcome home barnaby #welcome home sally #welcome home julie #Welcome home mob au #Wally darling #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #julie joyful

[irkimatsu]

God will never stop my sinful hand. More Husk/Reader! Clothes stay on but it's still spicy, gonna call 18+ on this one. Husk gets to nut his pants, good for him. You and Husk make out, you discover that his wings are an erogenous zone, and good times are had by all. Completely gender-neutral reader, nothing to point it in any direction gender-wise. This is about making Husk moan, that is all

Your relationship with Husk has progressed over the past few months.

What state it’s progressed to, you’re not quite sure. You’re far from the point of declaring undying love for each other; hell, Husk is hesitant about the word “love” in general. He doesn’t want to say it, and he doesn’t want to hear it. You haven’t had sex with him, either; you have no idea how you’d ask, and he hasn’t broached the subject himself.

But that doesn’t mean that you haven’t done anything together that could be construed as special. Even if he’s in no rush to define whatever it is you two have going on, he’s still shown you plenty of his romantic side. He likes taking you out for dinner and shows, events that are way too fancy for you to merely think of them as friendly outings.

The amount of times you’ve come home from a play to immediately make out in one of your rooms, before falling asleep in the same bed, made things seem even less “friendly”.

You didn’t even need the excuse of a date to start making out. Some nights, like tonight, all it took was some drinks and conversation at the hotel bar before you were both sure that the rest of the hotel was asleep or otherwise absent. As soon as he knew it was safe to close down for the night, the two of you headed up to his room for some soft jazz music and some tender, passionate kissing. He used to be so withdrawn with you, as if afraid you’d shatter if he touched you too firmly, but he’s gotten more bold recently, taking it upon himself to hold you close in his arms.

There’s no way you’d tell him, but you prefer cuddling with him when he’s dressed down like this, only wearing suspenders without a shirt. His fur is so soft and warm, and the fewer layers of clothing between you and it, the better.

You know to be careful with your compliments. He’s confided in you that he can’t stand what he’s become as a demon, and that he wishes he still had his human body.

But you can’t deny it. Some of your favorite parts of him, physically, are the parts that aren’t human.

His hat came off his head shortly into the proceedings, so you’re free to comb your hand through the tuft of hair on his head. It’s much more messy and wild than it is on your dates; he has zero reason to style it when he’s wearing his hat. You love it like this, though. It’s one of the softest things you’ve ever touched. Could human hair ever glide beneath your fingers this wonderfully?

You’re trying not to think of it as “petting” him. You know he hates that word. Perhaps “stroking” would work better for him? You stroke the top of his head, then move down to scratch the back. He stays calm, still kissing you like normal, so you keep moving until both of your hands reach the backs of his ears.

He jolts back from the touch.

“Sorry!” you cry out immediately. “Was that too far?”

“I’m sensitive back there,” he says, one ear still twitching from the contact. “Could you warn me next time?”

“Sorry!” you repeat. You know his irritability isn’t personal against you, but you still hate hearing that tone from him…

“It’s fine,” he says, quickly softening now that the shock is wearing off. “I didn’t hate it. You just gotta warn me before you do stuff like that.”

“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. “I can leave if you want me to.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He’s smiling again as he pulls you against his body. “Mind doing that again, now that I’m expecting it?”

You nod, and as he resumes kissing your mouth, you go back to scratching his ears. It’s a weird feeling, being able to touch someone like this during a make-out session; but you appreciate the novelty, especially when every inch of him feels so perfect beneath your fingers.

“Can you go lower?” he asks. “While scratching like that?”

You accept his request, scratching your way from his ears to his cheeks. His fur is so thick here, and it’s hard for you to pull your hands away from how divine it feels, but you have so much more to explore. You continue your scratches down to his neck, then to his shoulders. One of his suspender straps slips off while you’re scratching, and you’re dying to see how he looks when he’s slightly disheveled.

But looking would require you to stop kissing him, and you’re not ready to stop yet.

You’re so eager to feel even more of him. You touch him lower, reaching the small of his back and rubbing the spot where his wings meet his body.

He gasps and pulls away from you again. It takes him a moment to catch his breath.

“Husk?” you ask, not entirely sure what you did but already regretting it.

“...shit.” He exhales heavily. “Shit. Haven’t been touched there in a long time…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh…” he laughs nervously. “Not wrong, but… you probably shouldn’t do that. Not unless…” He stops himself and shakes his head. “No. You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” It didn’t look like it hurt him…

“It’s… an intimate spot.” Even through his fur, you can see him blushing. “Wings are sensitive. You shouldn’t touch them unless you want to turn somebody on.”

That information, combined with the sight of him with his suspender straps hanging off his shoulders, is turning some interesting gears in your head.

A playful smile grows on your face. “So what you’re saying is, if I want to turn you on…” You lean in closer, but don’t touch him yet; it’s up to him to close the gap if he so chooses.

Husk swallows. “If you want to…” He places his paws on your sides, holding you as timidly as he did when things first started. “I don’t wanna rush you into that, though.”

“You’re not rushing me.” You gently kiss his nose and scratch one of his cheeks.

You think you hear a purr in his throat, but you know better than to bring it up.

“Then go ahead,” he says, uttering it quickly to reduce the amount of time he has to spend not holding and kissing you. You quickly get back into the rhythm of things, repeating your hands’ earlier motions. He remains calm as you scratch his ears, his cheeks, his shoulders…

His waist bucks up into you when you touch the base of his wings, but he doesn’t pull away.

You start out slowly and fleetingly, not sure how much pressure he needs to feel the effects of your touches. Clearly it doesn’t take much. Within seconds, he’s squeezing you tightly and moaning into your mouth.

Where else is he sensitive, you wonder? You slowly run your fingertip along the edge of one of his wings, and his whole body shivers against yours.

“Fuck…” he mutters beneath his breath before kissing you again. “Gentle…”

You follow his request, lightly petting his wing with a single finger. It’s still enough to get him to kiss you harder and keep cursing under his breath. You run your finger back down to the joint and start pressing, steadily becoming more firm in your touch to test his reaction.

You eventually reach a point that makes him cry out, then breathe too heavily to kiss you anymore.

“Fuuuuuck…” His eyes are unfocused, and he seems unsure of what to do with himself. “Give me a second…”

You take your hands off of his body to let him compose himself. Once he’s finally aware of his surroundings again, he rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes your waist in his arms. He’s nuzzling his soft cheek against your neck, and you don’t know if it’s making you feel more ticklish or aroused.

Both? Fuck, definitely both.

“Could you scratch under them?” he asks.

You place your hands beneath his wings and begin to scratch the joints from that angle. His feathers brush against your hands as he lightly flaps to your touch, and his hot breaths on your neck are rapidly increasing in strength and tempo.

“Harder,” he moans through gritted teeth, and you comply. The sounds he’s making now are downright lewd, mixed with the occasional inhuman growl. He’s grinding his waist against your leg, and even with his pants still on it’s obvious how excited you’re making him. His current behavior is so undignified for the gentleman who’s been taking you on dates and playing you songs for the past few months.

It’s a side of him you want to see even more of.

“Fuck, I can’t stop…” he squeezes your leg between his own and grinds furiously, his rapid breaths turing into high-pitched whines. “Fuck, fuck-”

You keep on touching him, delighting in how badly it’s making him squirm. 

“Gonna- fuck-” He lifts his waist as if he’s trying to pull away from you, but the death grip his legs have on you won’t allow it. “I can’t-”

“Go ahead,” you assure him, rubbing his wing joints just a little harder.

Whether it’s from the touch or the permission, you’ve awakened something inside him. Still a mess of growls, moans, and whines, he latches his mouth onto the side of your neck and starts nipping while his hips grind furiously into your leg. You moan along with him, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself stable just as much as they are to please him. It’s not long before he’s moaning against your neck as a wet spot pools in the spot where he’s still humping you.

He falls limp in your arms, and you immediately relieve the pressure on his wings, instead choosing to gently stroke his lower back. His breathing is heavy, but steady as he nuzzles into your neck again.

“Fuck…” His vocabulary isn’t the most varied right now.

He seems so spent after that, so you carefully lay him stomach-down on the bed, making certain not to give his surely-sensitive wings the slightest bit of stimulation. He folds his arms beneath his chin, and he laughs.

“Haa… gotta do that again. It’s been forever since I felt that good…”

You’d love to cuddle him in this state, but until you can figure out how to do that without disturbing his wings, you’ll settle for sitting next to him and watching him relax.

“Hey… Husk?” You ask. “I wanna ask you something…”

“Hm?” He doesn’t open his eyes as he answers.

“Would you have let someone else do that? Would you have enjoyed it as much?”

“What are you talking about?” He’s frowning in concern, forehead creased, but still not opening his eyes.

“It’s just… I don’t know what we are. Are we together, or…?”

He reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. “I don’t like putting names on this stuff. It’s just asking for trouble. All I know is that I only want to be touched like that by someone I really trust, and right now, the person I trust that much is you.”

“And if you trusted someone else…?”

He’s laughing again. “Someone else, when I have you already? Not happening. Come on. Lay down with me.”

You lay on your stomach beside him, and he drapes his arm around you and pulls you against his side. His wing descends on you, and he winces slightly from the touch, but it’s not enough to keep him from covering you like a blanket.

“And you know…” he continues. “Not that I wanna control you… but I’d like knowing you don’t touch anyone else like that.”

“Someone else, when I have you already?”

He makes a low, amused noise as you parrot his words back at him. “Okay… good.” He squeezes you close and kisses your cheek. “Now, tell me something else.”

“What is it?”

“I wanna return the favor. Where should I start?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #there i have a tag for him now

[fyotherat]

May i request headcanons of Ranpo, Dazai, Lucy and jouno with a s/o who hates being alone?

Like always afraid of being alone with their thoughts and uses other people to distract themselves from them and is afraid of them leaving and abandoning them? Could be angst or fluff or both i dont really mind!

-🥀

Abandonment Issues

Characters: Ranpo, Dazai and Jouno

Warnings: None I assume?

Note: Thank you for requesting! I wrote for Lucy but I'll share it together with Yosano and Higuchi on a second part!

Ranpo

It wasn't usual for you to be separated in the first place, you two were always clinging to each other like koalas.

Because of that, it took a while for him to catch a glimpse of how you felt and behaved when left alone.

He couldn't deny that he felt the same in some situations, you are what feels like home to him, and he never enjoyed leaving your side.

As much of a direct person he is, he wouldn't directly confront you about it, he knew you couldn't help it.. so he decided to do his part to make you feel as safe as possible even without him by your side.

Long cuddle sessions are a must before any mission, or any outing for that matter! He will subtly do his best to let you know he isn't going anywhere.

If he has to be gone for a while, he would make sure to leave some of your favorite candies around the house for you to find, I can even imagine him leaving sticky notes with random compliments and cute faces drawn on them!

"Da-daan! y/n found the hidden candy! 10 points from the world's greatest detective!(･v<)☆"

And if you need a distraction? He would be glad to leave some of Poe's newest mystery novels for you to solve, they're too easy for him anyway!

Dazai

He is similar, even if he doesn't show it to you, he always has that lingering anxiety about you leaving him behind.

He knew it was unlikely but.. what if you somehow learned about his past? Learned about the horrendous things he did without a second thought..? Or maybe you would just find someone better than him..

With those thoughts always in the back of his mind, he didn't have a problem catching onto yours either, he was sharp after all.

It would take a while for him to find a solution or something to distract you from those thoughts.. he didn't have the best ways of distraction, as his first resolute was turning to the bottle, and the fact that he sometimes disappeared for days didn't really help your case.

But he had to find a way to ease your mind and distract you from those thoughts and fears.

He started with small gestures, maybe draping his coat over your shoulders before leaving to visit a crime site would suggest to you that he will be back?

He already declares his undying love to you a hundred times a day, but that was just a part of his personality, playful and teasing.. so he decides to do something a bit more proper, at least before long missions.

Taking your hands in his, he would lean in with a promise, a promise he swore he'll never break.

"No matter what, I'll come back home to you."

Jouno

The hardest case is by far Jouno... He knows how attached you are to him, and something about it brings joy to this sadistic man. Saying words like this.. with that damned smile..

"My my, can't live without me y/n? Too bad I have to leave for work now."

His words of teasing weren't helping you at all, even a small joke about him 'maybe not coming back' from a mission made your stomach curl.

One day, after a long mission that took him away from you, he returned home just to pause at the doorstep, with his sharpened senses he could hear your silent tears.

But the question was.. why were you crying..? It couldn't be because you felt alone.. right..?

With a sigh, he opened the door, closing and locking it behind him.

That night, he finally caved in to listen to your growing fears and your displeasure about his teasing.

How could he keep hurting you for his own amusement when you clung onto him so tightly and sobbed silently in his arms..?

#bsd x reader #jouno x reader #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #bsd headcanons #dazai osamu x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader

[baby-yongbok]

Seventeen

Lee Know/Minho x Reader

Genre: Angst the sweet and lovey kind.

Summary: Six months of falling in love and six minutes of falling apart

Word Count: 2,464

❋ Italicized parts are flashbacks

❋ This One shot was inspired by the song i love you by Billie Eilish

✨Masterlist✨

Six months of mystery has led you to this moment. You started getting letters from a stranger, dainty decorated notes with cursive words declaring their undying admiration for you and all that you are. You’ve never been the type of person who’s felt seen by those around you, you’ve grown content with floating in the background and only being heard when someone chooses to unmute you. Maybe that’s why these letters felt like a thunderbolt hitting uncharted territory. Maybe that’s why each word that you read when you plucked the baby blue stationary from your mailbox made you feel dizzy as you burned with the desire of a thousand suns. 

“You don’t even know who’s sending these letters. What if it’s some creep?” Your best friend, Minho, grumbled on the other line as he struggled to give his stubborn cat her medicine. 

“No creep could ever write the things I’ve read. He’s emotional and profound and - and he’s…” Your mind wanders off into a daydream as you think of all that he could be. 

“A stranger, he’s a stranger. Listen, I’m all for fairy tales but I don’t want you getting hurt. Just let me take you if you decide to meet the guy.” You huff, he’s right he is a stranger and you shouldn’t meet with this guy alone. “I’ll hide behind a tree or something.” 

You giggle at the thought but agree happily. “If that’ll make you happy then sure. I’ll let you know when he can meet me.”

“Thank you.” A comfortable silence settles on the line before Minho speaks again. “Wait, how do you know that he’ll want to meet up? He doesn’t put a return address, you can’t send him anything back.”

“He’ll want to meet, I just know it.” You stare up at the ceiling with stars in your eyes and butterflies in your stomach. Minho scoffs on the other line.

“You’re so hopelessly romantic that it’s sickening.” 

You sat knee to knee with Minho on the Subway, three more stops and you’d be there. Three more stops and your prince charming would be sitting and waiting for you by Gapstow Bridge. You’ve been to Central Park dozens of times since you’ve moved to the city but nothing could ever top this. You watched as people piled on and off of the subway car, eyes glued to their phones and headphones blasting music or some mystery podcast that would keep them up all night but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to anything other than the hammering of your heart in your chest, what if his is beating at the same rhythm?

“You really don’t have to go with me. I’m a big girl. You have to go all the way back to Korea the day after, you should be packing and resting and spending time with the cats and -” Minho nudged your shoulder as he glared at you with narrow feline eyes. He looked annoyed but you could tell that he was amused. 

“I want to take you, let me see Central Park one more time before I have to leave for half a year.” a weak chuckle escapes you but it quickly drags off into a despondent sigh. 

“I don’t want to go either, trust me, but I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll video call in the middle of the night and early morning and we’ll use our friendship lamps and you can send me a million pictures of Central Park in the winter. I know how much you love Gapstow Bridge.”

“It’s beautiful when it’s covered in snow, really. You have to see it in person, there’s nothing else like it.” You force a smile onto your lips but Minho doesn’t have to pretend. His smile is genuine, it’s just the effect that you have.

“Promise to spam my phone?” He holds out his pinky, his cat eyes upturned at the corners. You can’t help but to smile back, your doe eyes turning into shining moons that no lunar eclipse could rival.

“Promise.”

You turn to look out of the window as the train turns the last bend to your stop. You gasp, a smile spreading over your lips and a plum colored blush adorning your chilled cheeks. 

“Min! Min, it’s snowing. It’s sticking, look!” You tap your best friend, he’s been fiddling with his fingers the entire ride. His usual jokes have been nonexistent this evening, maybe he’s nervous for you. He seemed so worried after all. “I get to spend the first snow with you!” 

You smile over at him, eyes wide like Venus or maybe the moons of Saturn would be a better comparison. No matter the celestial object they could never compare to the shine of your hazel orbs. They are mere specks found in the never ending galaxy of your irises. 

“Maybe this is a sign of good luck.” He grins as his eyes scan the scenery. “Maybe you can make a wish on a snowflake tonight.”

“Look who’s being a hopeless romantic now.” You stick your tongue out at him, squinting your eyes and shaking your head playfully. He huffs a laugh with the crooked smile that he’s known for as he watches you. “Oh! This is us, let's go!”

You grab his hand and pull him out of his seat as you race towards the sliding subway doors. You race up the subway steps, your agile friend trailing behind you quickly with a tight grip on your hand. Once you make it to the top you stop and stare. A thin layer of icy white covers the street and sidewalks. You watch with wide eyes as the slush settles onto the tree branches and falls around you like feathers during a pillow fight. Soft, pretty, comfortable. 

“Are you sure that you want to do this? He could be a creep, ya know.” Minho has asked the same question about fifteen times since the two of you started walking to the train station and your answer has been the same every. Single. Time. 

“I’m positive and if he is, which I doubt that he will be, you’ll be there to do a quick one two jab and save me.” An eye roll and a sigh are all that he offers you as the two of you make your way down the steps to the station. 

“Just… prepare yourself okay? You really don’t know what you’re walking into and I don’t want you to walk out of there with a broken heart.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, remember?” You take the lead, heading for the turnstile and swiping your MetroCard. You walk through just as you hear the train pull up and turn to Minho with wide eyes of excitement, your heart is still full, he can’t let that be taken away by someone no matter how infatuated you are with them. “It’s here, come on! Run!” 

You run up the metal stairs, the heels of your boots making a song out of each step and Minho follows right behind you, jumping the turnstile and running quickly as he ignores the staff yelling for him to pay. He’s sure that he’ll pay soon, he’ll pay in a currency greater than any atom in his body can handle. 

“There! He said to meet him on the bridge.” You jog towards the attraction that’s always held a special place in your heart. The stunning aged stone and the shining water underneath it made for a beautiful scene. “I don’t see anyone yet though.”

You walk up the slope of the bridge, squinting into the evening darkness. The sun set two hours ago but the lights of the surrounding buildings make up for the sun's absence. Despite the orange of the surrounding lights, the air is cold. Your presence is all that makes the atmosphere feel warm. Comfortable.

“Maybe we should just -” You turn to Minho, your fingers laced together across your chest. Your black gloves that are slightly too big slipping up your wrist.

“He’ll be here. He wouldn’t let me down.” Minho sighs, looking over towards the small lake with crisp leaves flowing with each careful ripple that the wind creates. Maybe that’s how this will go, it’ll be smooth like he’s guided by the wind. Certainly he won't shatter the universe in your eyes.

“Y/n.” It was barely a whisper but you heard him. You’re on your toes looking in the other direction when he calls your name but you snap your neck to look up at him. That sparkle in your eyes is so bright. “I’m so sorry.”

“What do you mean?” He can see it, a star dying in real time. What kind of monster would do this?

“When I- It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” The tear that trails down Minho’s cheek is nearly turned to crystal by the cold bite of the winter air. It blows his parted hair as he stares down at you. You’re putting it all together. The stars dimming at a pace that would leave NASA baffled, confused, anxious.

“Minho, stop messing with me.” You smile and for a second he thinks that he can see them come back. For a second he can spot Orion and the big dipper seems to take one last breath but when he looks away, when he squeezes his eyes shut and chokes back a sob, that’s when the lights go out. Minho’s never seen a shooting star, he’s never seen light fall at such an alarming rate that we call it beautiful and now he wishes that he never had. He hates that the one time that he got to wish upon a falling star was when he broke your heart. 

“When I started sending them I thought that I had more time, I thought that we…”

“It was you?” A tear trails down your cheek as you whisper, your once sparkling eyes are clouded with frost as the snowflakes catch and melt on your lashes. “You knew about every letter, I read them to you, I told you everything but you already knew because you - you wrote them.”

“I had to tell you. I had to tell you how I felt I couldn’t take it anymore; it was eating me alive. It was killing me.” He turns to you, tear stains on both of his blushed cheeks. His eyes are glazed with worry, panic, and so much love. They’re packed with so much adoration that you wonder how you ever missed it in the first place. “Not being with you was killing me. I just - just wanted to tell you and then I got that damned call.” 

“How long have you known…?” You cross your arms, staring at his chest rather than his face. “You sent thirty-two letters… which one did you send after you found out that you had to leave?”

“Please.”

“Which one?” Your voice is weak, hoarse with sentiment as you hold back the hurricane of emotions in your chest. 

“Seventeen.” 

“Wow.” Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry of disbelief as you turn to look into the distance of the dark park. 

“I should’ve told you, I know that. I should’ve stopped and confessed I shouldn’t have done this to you but - but you looked so happy. You were so in love with being seen and I was so proud of you for finally believing that someone sees you. That’s all that I’ve ever wanted” You scoff, laughing a bit as you blink up towards the sky, welcoming the snowflakes onto your skin. Offering them a safe place to melt as you come undone in the night. 

“Did you have to do it like this?” 

“You love Gapstow and I knew it would snow.” You huff, grinning sadly. You turn to face him again, large eyes searching his anxious ones. He can see the wounds that he’s created but of course you make it look beautiful. Of course your wounds bleed constellations, he’d expect nothing less from you. 

“You never cry.” It’s his turn to grin now. 

“You make me do a lot of things that I said I never would.” 

“Like what? Write thirty-two love letters and sneak them into my mailbox?” You chuckle, are your stars coming back?

“Like love. Believe in love enough to give it a chance. Fall in love so hard that I profess my endearment on expensive stationary just so I can see you smile. Even if you didn’t know that you were smiling for me, because of me.”

“Minho…”

“I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve to love you.” He smiles down at you. It’s sad and pitiful and it’s only purpose is to serve as a mask. A mask to hide how badly he hates himself right now, to hide how much he wishes he could take this all back and call it all a joke just to see you shine like you did a bit ago. “I don’t deserve to have you love me back either.”

“But I do.” Another tear escapes the floodgates behind your eyes and the hurricane in your chest grows stronger. “I do and I have for so long.”

He stares at you with tears falling faster than before, they chase each other down his cheeks and drip off at the edge turning into snowflakes themselves. Maybe he can make a wish on one.

“I- I don’t want you to love me.” He chokes out as he blinks the tears away.

“It wouldn’t make you leaving hurt any less. I’d just be losing a different version of you.”

“I put every ounce of myself in those letters, as long as you have them you’re never losing me.”

The thread behind your eyes snapped in that moment and it sent your hurricane of emotions free from your chest. You expected for the trees around you to be lifted up into the air. You expected for you and Minho to be whisked away as you twirl like ballerinas in violent gusts of frigid air but it never came. All that visited you were tears as you began sobbing into your hands. Your oversized glove slipped to your fingertips, holding on desperately just as you were. Minho wasted no time before wrapping you in his arms, you clung to his chest like a sad child on the playground. Whining sobs into his coat as he quietly matched your emotion. He knew it. He knew he’d pay for this in a way much bigger than him. He knew he’d empty your heart once you found out but he was selfishly in love with you. How could he confess to you like this when he knew he had to leave?

 He should’ve stopped at letter Seventeen.

#stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #skz x reader #lee minho x reader #minho x reader #skz angst #stray kids imagine #minho angst #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids angst #skz oneshots #lee know fluff #lee know angst #stray kids fluff #minho fluff #minho fanfic #skz au #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #lee know scenarios #stray kids fic #stray kids #skz #stray kids lee know #stray kids x you

[wwereaderinserts]

Can you do a wedding headcanon with Randy orton pls?

Wedding Day with Randy Orton

Randy pulls out all the stops for you when planning everything out

Anything you want for the wedding, you’ll get it

Money is absolutely no object, he just wants to give you the wedding of your dreams

On the day of the wedding, he’s more nervous than he’s prepared to let on

But that’s only because he wants everything to be perfect

And he can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle to him

When he’s at the altar waiting for you in his best tux, he hears the bridal march start to play and he eagerly turns to look towards the start of the aisle

He swears his heart either skipped two beats or stopped altogether the second he laid eyes on you there

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

Even though he promised himself he wouldn’t cry, he sheds a happy tear at the sight of you making your way down the aisle to him with the biggest smile on your face

Randy can’t take his eyes off of you when you’re standing right in front of him

He writes his own vows, showcasing his most vulnerable side in front of your entire family and friends in attendance

He’s staring into your eyes the entire time and he gets so choked up while he’s declaring his undying, everlasting love for you

Naturally, seeing him all choked up sets you off when you’re reading your own vows out to him

Randy is pulling you into him for one of the most tender yet passionate kisses the very second the officiant finishes saying “You may now seal your union with a kiss.”

You’re both equally as absolutely elated to be marrying each other's best friend, the love of your lives, your soulmate

You truly do get the wedding you’ve always dreamed of having and then some

#randy orton x reader #randy orton headcanons #wwe headcanons #wwe imagine #wwe fic #randyxreader #headcanons

[mckinlily]

Writing Shallura is just like… Undying declarations of love and fidelity before either of them have even figured out they LIKE each other yet.

Yes, I love you to the end of the earth, I would do anything for you, I would die for you, I would live to be a better person for you. You mean more to me than anyone in the universe, and I will tell anyone that.

….what do you mean people think we're dating??

#shallura #these two #i'm trying to write PLATONIC for them #and they wouldn't stop giving each other their whole entire hearts #is there anything better than the best of truest friends #with a tiny bit of romantic sprinkle?

[visgrapplinghooks]

friendlinghood: a proposal

skip to "terminology" if you don't want the long explanation

QPRs are really difficult to talk about because of the way the modern queer community has kinda framed it as like "dating but without romantic attraction"

when that's not entirely true

I mean, you COULD say that's a kind of QPR but it'd be a mistake to frame all of it that way. this is in large part to internet misinformation and shit as well as amatonormativity from which a lot of relationship discourse is framed against

queerplatonicism, from my pov refers to what is essentially the natural byproduct of queer and neurodivergent people having close friends

the queer community has been aware for a while that its members would have close friendships that in some way violated traditional social norms for behavior outside romantic relationships or family, etc.

when you sit outside the neurotypical and patriarchal norm, the conventional social understanding of what relationships are kinda breaks down for you

you display levels of closeness and intimacy and affection that are "inappropriate" for neurotypical and patriarchal society. in most cases they're not formal relationships, but natural evolutions of friendships between queer and neurodivergent folks

cishet people actually do have variants on this like the concept of "blood brothers" where two men who love each other basically make a pact to always have each other's backs and be their support and they do the whole movie thing where they mix blood to bind them together (it's a very cinematic thing, but the point is it exists in the popular consciousness)

"romance" and "friendship" each refer to a set of social norms and expectations. there's like a whole narrative constructed around those concepts and people internalize and have their own versions of them

a lot of people probably have friends they want to fuck or kiss or cuddle or declare their undying affection for but it'd just be "weird" within the social boundaries of acceptability and so people pigeonhole their relationships into either friend or romantic partner.

queerplatonicism (from my pov) is essentially accepting or practicing relationships which are neither platonic or romantic or even strictly familial. many queer people have them with other queer people they're close to. if you know queer folks then you probably know what I'm talking about - the friends they have that they're not dating but seem intensely attached and close to. they usually have weird names for each other that go beyond friendship like they'll jokingly call each other wives and husbands and siblings and partners... but it doesn't feel quite entirely joking. they'll express a lot of physical affection in the casual way you might typically ascribe to romantic partners. they'll prioritize time with those people as much as any romantic partner they may have etc.

straight and cis people and neurotypical people obviously experience them to some extent, it's just that patriarchy was built around cishet neurotypicals in particular, so it tends to cling to their mindsets more strongly, and once you're already outside of the "bounds of normalcy" by being queer, ND, etc. then it's a lot easier to feel like it's okay for you to be in relationships that aren't "normal".

because like the idea of loving someone with your entire fucking being... it's so tied up in these cultural ideas on how to behave about those feelings and it never made sense to me, because if you just let yourself feel those emotions you start to realize there are people in your life that maybe you love so much more than friends. but "more than friends" is so washed up in romance that you force those feelings down and think "this is fine, I'm happy with being just friends, what else can we be?"

maybe I don't want to have sex or hold hands on a ferris wheel or get. married or kiss or any of that. maybe I just want to exist in the same room as that person know that that person is in my life and know that person cares about me just as much as I do them.

terminology

I've started to use the term "friendling" in my day to day life, now. the term is a portmanteau of "friend" and "sibling" and "loveling" (the english cognate of the German word "lieblings" which can mean "favorite", but is also a term of endearment).

to me, it's probably the most accurate way to describe the Everything All At Once feelings that are simultaneously your weird friends that are your found family and also "romantic" but twisted beyond recognition where the term stops meaning anything.

I'm just throwing this word and explanation out there for anyone who feels like me and wants to use it too. not exclusive to queer people or neurodivergence or anything, I just think it's often easier to be cognisant of those feelings when you are queer and neurodivergent.

that being said, I do NOT want this to be folded into another "attraction label". this is, as far as I can tell, not a unique form of attraction but quite literally the opposite. it's an abstraction of the core impulses of attraction that ALL humans experience without the labels or social structures built around it. I do not want the language that I've spent so long trying to find for my experiences losing all of its value and being reapporpriated into the amatonormative, allonormative, and cisheteropatriarchal framework.

"friendlinghood" - is what I see as an attribute of relationships and the extent to which they deviate from socially conventional definitions of a relationship.

"friendlingship" - used grammatically like friendship. referring to any complex relationship acategorically.

"friendling" - used grammatically similar to friend. referring to those involved in any complex relationship acategorically.

all of this shit is nebulous and doesn't really mean anything beyond what meaning you choose to give it. I think any relationship can have some amount of friendlinghood and I don't think there's a clear line between friendlingship and friendship or romance or family, because it's not a type of relationship in the first place. it's just silly words I made that helped me.

language and labels

so the biggest problem with terminology like this is you can end up creating labels. my point was to create personal terms for myself and my relationships because that's what helped me personally process my own feelings.

that's not to say everyone needs or benefits from them. you can just vibe and do whatever you want and many people are happy with that.

I don't think words like this being codified and standardized really helps anyone. it's unavoidable that we as humans like articulating feelings, but the entire point of my interactions with friendlinghood is about certain things defying labels and language. language in this sense is just a tool, it's a hammer for a nail. it's not embodying the concept itself, it's just useful shorthand.

I will still freely refer to friendlings as close friends, best friends, found family, and other words. as long as I know the intention behind it is all that matters. I just needed that initial bit of language to articulate the feelings before the other words felt right to me.

#romance #relationships #healthy relationships #friendship #neurodivergence #actually neurodivergent #actually autistic #lgbtqplus #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #aromantic #aromanticism #acespec #aspec pride #asexuality #aroace #queerplatonic #queerplatonic relationships #queer

[nagirambles]

Rambling about Fairies - Manga Chapter 200

I understand why we never had extensive interactions with the Edolas cast, but I'm still kinda bitter honestly. They would've been so cute if we had time for it. I don't think it's possible, but I'd love to see a reverse Edolas arc, where Edolas versions get to see more of our Earthland family. I think it'd be bittersweet, considering a lot of the Edolas guild are canonically dead.

Honestly, I think Earth Cana and Edolas Levy would get along well. Edo Shadow Gear would so bully their Earth counterparts, and Gajeel would step in.

I think Edo Lucy would fall in love with Earth Mirajane when she sees Satan Soul.

Edo Natsu would be crying once he realizes there are no magic car technology here either (carriages are slower), but then Earth Gray introduces the bikes and he'd love it. But he won't be able to use SE Plugs, so I can see Earth Gray taking Edo Natsu on a bike race.

Somehow I can see Earth Juvia trying very hard to understand Edo Gray. Like, he's meek, and shy, and precious beyond belief, and she'd look at him like some kind of precious untainted being and she wouldn't even know what to do except declare her undying love and Edo Gray would combust instantly. In the battle of who declares their love first, they both get bashed over the head by Edo Juvia and Earth Gray and promptly removed from the scene. Edo Juvia and Earth Gray proceed to politely apologize to each other for their respective buffoons before promising to never come within vicinity of each other again because their idiots will not behave. (Also because their idiot is their idiot and they are not sharing)

I'm going too far. I'll leave my rant here.

#rambling about fairies #fairy tail #ch200 #edolas arc #i'm reaching #it's a headcanon #fic related rambles

[tiredflowercrown]

my colors are yours (just a bit lighter)

I'm sorry this is a bit late but I hope it's enjoyable still. But here's your gift, @auradon-bore-a-don (for @descendantsgiftexchange )

There’s something isolating about being a third, about being the one left out of the loop. Audrey had known this feeling for years. It started when two sets of handwriting appeared along her arms. A triad soulmate pairing was seen as wrong, as a misalignment. When it became clear that the others were from the Isle, well of course they couldn’t be her soulmates.

Time went on. Audrey never wrote on her arms. Never even showed them. That wasn’t particularly unusual for royals of course, so she had an excuse. But when Ben showed his and it clearly wasn’t her handwriting. Well. There isn’t much to say.

It had become increasingly obvious that her soulmates knew each other, that they were in love with each other. Declarations of love covered her arms. Flowering words of devotion were as common as air. It was due to said words that she recognized her first soulmate.

Uma’s arms were bare in her dress. Her love clear as she spoke of being invited over for the betterment of the Isle, her pretty lies caught Audrey’s attention even over the radio where she first heard her. She had been truly entranced by the smooth voice. It was only when Chad showed her the video that she knew.

Harry was obvious. If his constant bare arms didn’t tell her then his unwavering love for Uma did. He sought her out like a turtle to the sea, an instinct that never steered him wrong. She wondered what it would feel like to be loved like that. To be loved and treasured above all else. To have someone’s undying loyalty.

But alas, she knew she could never have it. It wasn’t her place to be loved. She was a prize, a pawn, a royal. Nothing more. Nothing less. So she avoided them. Never attending any VK events or diplomatic meetings which might hold them. She hardly even reached out to any of her friends, if you could even call them that anymore, out of fear that either of the two would be near. If she was so drawn, so curious, from just videos who knows what she would do when she met them. No, it was far safer for her to stay away.

This policy worked until Ben forced her hand, if she didn’t attend this event she would be ostracized from high society, seen as untrustworthy and forever outcast from her old friends. So attend she did.

It was a darling holiday party, supposedly it was a gala but party suited the event much better. The VKs made sure of that. Drinks, noise, and laughter abound through the hall. Joy and playfulness echoed in the space, tangible in every breath. She was so distracted she hadn’t noticed until it was too late that she was bumping into someone.

Audrey had been stepping out of a conversation when she had stepped directly into one Gil LeGume’s way.

Bump and Splash.

“Woah, You good?”

“Does it look like I’m good? Oh this is going to stain and ruin everything.”

“Here let me help get that jacket off.”

“No, I don’t need your help.” Audrey protested, but the damage had already been done. Her jacket had fallen off her upper arm, showing words that Gil knew in a heartbeat.

“Well hey, those are Uma and Harry’s words.”

Ben, who had seen the initial bump and was making his way over, stopped in his tracks. ‘It couldn’t be, could it?’ Getting over himself, he finished making his way over to the pair who were now arguing over whether or not to go meet and show Uma. It was only due to his presence that Audrey gave in.

Uma met Audrey with distrust in her eyes. Harry even more so. It was weeks later before they learned enough of why she hid, before they trusted her. A few months before they welcomed her into their relationship. It wasn’t a fairytale ending, they had disagreements and fights, but who said soulmates had to be perfect. They just had to be right. And they were.

#disney descendants #audrey rose #harry hook #uma descendants #huma #audrey/harry/uma #humaudrey

[captain-hen]

holy shit, your post about non-canon queer ships is so real!! and i think the reason why so many of us get attached to fanon ships is because it tends to have the buildup that most canon queer ships now lack for one reason or another -- maybe the writers don't want to be accused of queerbaiting, or they did have plans but their show got cancelled thanks to the streaming model, or maybe these showrunners and writers are just more interested in marketing 'diverse' characters than doing any of the work required to make these stories feel authentic and real.

these days, the characters meet, and you immediately know they're going to get together in about eight episodes. the characters rarely have individual identities or story arcs outside of each other, and the fact that most new shows are only a step away from getting canceled means that the writing rushes through all of the buildup in order to get to the supposed payoff that doesn't make you feel anything.

which is why a ship like buck and eddie, for example, is so much more compelling to me than anything i've seen in the past five years bc we got to actually see these characters grow as individuals and go through so many important relationship-cementing experiences way before they would (presumably) get together. from the many lighthearted fun, moments of friendship to all of the hardships they've endured together to taking the steps they need in order to actually be ready for a relationship -- we got to go on that journey with them every step of the way.

eddie didn't just come in during season two, PTSD-free, mentally healthy, and divorced, and announce that he's queer to the firehouse 0.2 seconds after meeting buck. no, he had to navigate the messiness of his wife coming back and dying, buck had to deal with the fallout of the ladder truck incident, they had to work through the lawsuit and the shooting and the repercussions of said shooting and had to make their way out of relationships that didn't work for them. but they got to do it all together, and we as an audience got to see that relationship play out over six whole seasons.

so now, buck and eddie getting together wouldn't feel manufactured, it would feel real, and rewarding, and it'd feel like the only natural, satisfying conclusion to both of their story arcs. i just...i don't see that in new queer media because we don't get enough about either partner or their dynamic before their relationship turns romantic for me to get invested.

(sorry for dumping in your inbox bjskdjdk, u just did a really great job articulating the exact point about queer rep that i've been trying to put into words for a long time 😅)

no, you're so right! i think this is a combination of showrunners trying have a checklist of 'diverse' characters, and the 8-10 episode model where shows are in constant danger of being canceled. these characters meet, 5 seconds later they're kissing, and they're declaring their undying love for each other at the end of the season...if they even wait that long. it's literally so rare to see shows that actually bother to give queer relationships some time to breathe and develop, the only examples i can think of are casey and izzie from atypical and ava and beatrice from warrior nun. and if what we do end up having most of the time with canon queer couples is fine with the people who like them, then all the power to them! but having a weird superiority complex or decrying others for liking non-canon queer ships is...not it.

i mean, everything you've said about buck and eddie is exactly why i'm so obsessed with them—they meet every single requirement i have for a well-written dynamic! both the characters are fleshed out, rather than being plot devices for each other; their relationship is incredibly well-developed; it's a slow burn; they have interesting conflicts and arcs; and there's actually a reason as to why these two make sense as a couple, rather than them just being two attractive adults in the vicinity of each other. i can't count the number of times i've seen LS fans say that people should just watch lone star because 'the gay couple is actually canon' which is not only infuriating, but also speaks so much as to how people have seemingly ceased to care about good and interesting writing in favour of the canonization of queer ships. (i'm sorry, but t/arlos sucks and i would rather buck and eddie get married to different people rather than ever end up like them)

at the end of the day, good writing matters. interesting and intricate storytelling and development matters. you can't just handwave all of that and pretend it's fine just because the characters are ~~diverse~~. i'm being so serious when i say that i'd rather a show had a handful of characters who are minorities who are written well and manage to drive the plot forward; rather than an entire cast full of them who ultimately don't do anything, and are only there so that the creators can pat themselves on the back and not do any work to actually write them well.

#neethu answers #cityscreams

[masuchist]

WHAT FALLING IN LOVE FEELS LIKE 01

Genshin Impact . . Aether, Lumine, Amber, Jean Gunnhildr, Kaeya Alberich, Lisa Minci, Venti, Diluc Ragnvindr

And what it entails.

gender neutral, implied/nsfw snippet, degradation/name-calling, yandere undertones, their personality coincides with selfishness in their eyes! series

AETHER

“[Name], ready to head out?”

Even as a newly found friend of his, he still feels close enough to talk casually. No need for formalities, unless, you preferred to keep it such way. Calling you by a surname feels too distant, like your friendship is based on business only, like it’s fake. That’s not how future travel buddies should refer to each other, not with that barrier lodged between them making them even more separate as time went on. Aether remains friendly without revealing too much. He doesn’t want to scare you, not this early in the relationship. The adventure has only just begun, and he cannot wait to get to know you on an intimate level.

How intimate, you ask? Find out. Either way, he’ll do anything to have you at his calloused hands.

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“Babe, goodness. You’re so cute.”

The moment you are declared his, he’ll be overwhelmingly affectionate. His words, his touch, everything. Pet names are but a small measure of his love for you, quite common among lovesick couples. Cringe and whine all you want, nothing could stop him from showing his undying affinity for you. A strong arm circled around your waist, pulling you in closer to nuzzle the two of your heads together after a long battle, sweat grazing your faces. He feels wonderful with you encased in his arms, like you’re a source of abundant energy, recharging drained batteries in order for him to continue this treacherous journey to (a bitter) reunion, and self-improvement.

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“Come here.”

Play time is over.

You’ve never seen Aether this intimidating. He’s been so laidback these past couple months together, and if a situation ever calls of trouble, he’d always motion over a teammate to escort you somewhere a little farther down the path for safety. The true reason? Well, he doesn’t want you to see his ... unorthodox side. Not yet. A cruel, monstrous part of him that’ll eventually take over all of him after conquering statue after statue. When he orders you to stroll over and place yourself onto his lap willingly - sticking his tongue all the way down your throat - you will do so.

Bend; Break; Suffer.

All in the name of love.

LUMINE

“[Surname], what are you surmising..?”

Her manner of speech is beyond listless and unbearably frigid to handle, but you preserve through it with an open mind. Maybe it’s your understanding of her reclusiveness: not sure whether to open up, show strangers any signs of weakness, let them in on your weakened heart. People tend to process that information, and use it to their advantage. They take your trust for granted, then proceed to crush it in their hands, their grimy, gnarly hands. There is such thing as trust issues, so she’ll stay true to herself only in fear of betrayal. You will be referred by your surname respectfully, a way to not feel close, familiar.

Lumine never intended on getting personal with anyone, but when did plans ever go smoothly?

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”[Name]... you’re here.”

Lumine calling you by your first name is a pleasant surprise. Really. Takes you by shock the moment she murmurs it timidly one afternoon, wanting to eat her words the moment a broad smile stretches across your face. It’s only fair now that you made a noticeable change in her life. Take responsibility and lead the path that you’d unknowingly caved. She’s a little intimidated by this outcome, scared of what’s to come, but with you firmly placed at her side, anything can be conquered.

A recently thawed heart, for example.

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”Agh... Mmm, please... M-More?“

Intimacy is strange, scary even. 

Lumine’s body trembles beautifully in pure moonlight. Spilling from window panes, bouncing off empty, bleak walls. Sharp fingernails digging into thin sheets and palms, trying to rub herself unknowingly against your hand and being denied the foreign pleasure causes her to whimper out in frustration. Reluctant, weak pleads and messy drool spill from her swollen lips.

She’s begging.

A vulnerable sight as rare as earning her trust. Lumine hardly shows signs of weakness, for her to openly display submissiveness is shocking, and might one add, a massive turn on. Maybe this was payback for keeping you waiting for so, so long.

But what are grudges when she is yours and you are hers?

A love story, and it will have a happy ending.

AMBER

“Oh, didn’t see ya there, outsider! My bad! What’s the big rush?”

Besides the awkward meeting, you two kick it off quite well. When being called an outsider, she truly doesn’t mean that in a negative light, but as a standalone fact. You are not from this land, after all. She’s gotten so used to calling you that for so long, anything else doesn’t seem to roll off her tongue quite right. Anyone that makes a negative comment regarding this will have to face justice itself, Amber and her scuffed bow and clumsily-made arrows!

No, really, when did their opinions matter?

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“[Name], I knew ya had it in ya, sweetheart! T’is calls for a celebration. Cheers to ya!”

Wouldn’t it make sense if you two were on a first name basis? You’re now in an established relationship, the old nickname wouldn’t really hold up well. People would think you two are simply strangers which is far from the truth and she figures it’s about time to take a step forward by smothering you in cute, honey-laced nicknames! Don’t get her wrong, ‘outsider’ won’t be abandoned so easily - that’s just something that’ll probably come out arbitrarily, on a whim, forever a habit.

Call her a pet name back and she’ll be the giddiest Outrider in Teyvat.

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“You’re quite experienced at this, a-aren’t ya? Not thatsa bad thing but... B-Barbatos. M’ blushing a bit, if not a lot thinkin’ back on it..”

Nothing can shake Amber off her feet. Well, most things, and that certainly does not include you making her an unraveled mess under you, gasping for air like a starved man. Such sessions never fail to remind her of how merciless one can truly be when they deem it necessary. Ah, but do not worry, your surprising boldness in bed is interesting - attractive.

She’ll take what is offered: the pleasure, the pain, anything.

It’s you that loves.

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“We truly appreciate your help, honorary knight. Allow me to officially thank you on Mondstadt’s behalf. Is there anything we can do to repay such spared kindness?”

Unfortunately, there is no time to ‘get to know’ you. Her duty takes up a huge portion of her time. As much as she wants to hold a grand welcome party for you - there are still stacks of paperwork waiting to be completed at the headquarters, piling away as days pass by. A day cannot go without haste. Surely a chance will arrive when Jean is allowed to properly rest, for once. Comes hardly, but it’s there.

She’ll await for an opportunity - patience rivaling a Saint’s. When that time arrives, it’ll be spent on you.

Promise.

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”[Name], would you.. mind joining me for a walk? I won’t keep you for too long… Time is precious, after all.”

She’s calmed down a little on work ethic. Still driven to a strenuous degree - although one can argue that it’s so much better than ignoring the tell-tale signs of her own stress and fainting. This allows her closest companions to deal with the selfishly selfless behavior most of the time. One can get caught up in their passion, too caught up when their focus dead sets on the objective, and not everything around it.

Good thing you are here as a firm reminder, telling her that she needs to cherish herself the most at the end of a day; to stop putting others before her. Jean is of much worth than she treats and thinks of herself.

You’ll say it everyday.

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“P-please don’t look at me that way. I know... I am unfitting of a Dandelion Knight right now.”

She’s never seen herself so... frail before. When you make her strip down for a promiscuous show, keeping the lacy white undergarments and thigh-high garter stockings on to save her further embarrassment (for now), Jean’s face burns a thousand suns. The future of Mondstadt rests on her reliable shoulders. Here she was flaunting around in such an indecent outfit - if it can even be called one with so much skin exposed; your lust-heavy eyes fixated, drinking it all in.

.. Dandelions.

She thinks of them dearly in this nerve wrecking moment, wanting to become one, wanting to be blown away by the refreshing wind with escape in mind. But no, you’ll pull her down abruptly by the arm, finding her glossy lips locked with yours.

Your love is suffocating.

LISA MINCI

“Well, aren’t you a cutie.”

An innocent nickname. A flattering compliment. Hearing it should make someone’s day, but Lisa murmuring saccharine against your sensitive ears makes it all the more insulting. Visibly unnerved every time that pet name leaves her sinful lips, baring a small scowl refusing to return an answer. Not that it bothers her. Reminds one of a stray cat caught up in a daunting town, makes the promiscuous witch want to mess with you even more, challenging that daring nature.

That is your weakness.

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“Little rose, as much as I adore you, the library rules apply to you too.”

This time she seems genuine in her displays of affection. Still intolerably flirtatious per usual, but there’s a certain softness to it that makes you quell up. In fear, in admiration, in love - Lisa doesn’t give you enough room to process these feelings properly. She attacks head on, peppering her cutie in breathtaking kisses, head-to-toe, anything that leaves you angrily flustered. Agitation radiating off you spurs on her inner trickster, a school girl picking on her crush.

Now now, this doesn’t make you safe from her devious antics. If anything, you’re prone.

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“Such a cutie choking on your Mistress’s fingers... Yes, you’re my cutie.. Clean it all off.”

Lazy Lisa; indisputable title. She chose to be a simple librarian at the end of the day for the leisurely pace and serene environment. A perfect place to doze off after hours of stillness. Free of noise, and annoying distraction - that is, when visitors actually follow the rules enforced. She’ll see to it.

This is where it all changes.

Your sore knees glued to the wooden floor with her misleadingly pretty fingers - covered in your own mess - shoved hastily into your mouth, swirling it all around your tongue so you can taste how much of a slut you are.

Obedience is also a nice look on you, love.

KAEYA ALBERICH

“[Nickname], shall we have a drink? Consider it my treat.”

Some made up name that surely annoys the living daylights out of you. He likes those the best. You’re not particularly close, acquaintances at best, but Kaeya strives to close that gap even more in time. Hard to pass such an offer when you aren’t bright at all to their ‘customs’ making it easy to manipulate the playground that is your weak mind. It’s too fun to not toy with!

A pretty plaything, to keep him amused.

Perhaps one that can even be his.

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”Hm? You want a kiss, from me?”

Not much changes once confessions have been exchanged, tying you down to him permanently. Only that Kaeya is incessantly annoying, as usual, wanting to get under your skin through any means necessary. Overbearing affection: the type that leaves you squirming in his tightening grasp; the type that leaves you gasping for air after an aggressive kiss - of teeth and tongue; the type that has you wondering if love was supposed to be this scary.

You should be used to it by now..

And are you?

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“Go on. You wanted this for a while now.”

You’re so used to being called sweet things, and sweet things only. For him to suddenly spit venom down onto your pink tongue, forcing you to swallow every agonizing drop with his focus dead set on your squeezable throat scares you. He’s a tease, a little mean, but one who takes the time to make checks to see if the joke has gone far too long.

A vice-like grip on your chin, tightening the more you dare move. Kaeya purrs, not lessening the aggressive hold until you swallow a glob of spit he’d lovingly bestow you.

A gift of love you shouldn’t reject.

VENTI

”[Name]... Uncommon, foreign, rolls off the tongue smoothly, like fine wine... I like you already!”

You’re interesting. Not of their world which explains the use of all elements without the bother of a flimsy vision, blessed by picky Archons. An unsuspecting hero has resurfaced, finding themselves lost here of all places. Curious! Isn’t this another song to repose? Another story to write to a catchy melody - performing for thousands of generations down the line. The potential is abundant and he does not waste any time to lose the opportunity to familiarize himself with the subject in mind.

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”Fancy seeing you here, Cecilia. Care to listen to a tune or more?”

Attachment is a curse.

He’s learned this over the course of a millennium, few would understand. Straying leisurely around a hospital town busking in Mondstadt, home - for a dozen glasses full of expensive alcohol. Intoxicated and mindless, not having a jumbled up mind drift off to a past full of fallen friends.

You get close, too close, and they disappear.

It’s immortality that separates Archons and humans apart. They’re not meant to be, they never will be, but Venti finds himself at the same spot, eagerly awaiting for your arrival.

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”Let me take care of you.”

His youthful demeanor traps unsuspecting people.

A charade he plays consistently, the careless bard who wanders aimlessly; people’s guards are let down onto the stony ground. Venti could be considered annoying, but poses not a threat. To them, maybe. And to you, well, you know much better now, at his disposal as he crawls on top of you agonizingly slow, an innocent smile gracing those sinful lips, just to devour you with them.

It’s love, He reckons.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

“Traveler. This is no time to be fooling around.”

A good amount of distance is wedged in between you two. He has no intentions of getting personal and up close with some random outsider out of all people. Not out of dislike, but out of necessary precaution. Chances are you aren’t going to remain here in Mondstadt. What traveler settles in one region? None. Everyone leaves, and you aren’t going to be any different.

He’ll remind himself this in spite.

People come and go. Don’t get attached.

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“Your efforts weren’t in vain. Don’t lose heart.”

You’re not just an associate of his, but a trusted ally now. A lover to be more specific. Strange considering all those original doubts stemmed from your background and objectives, had he went back betraying his own words.

Because of this, Diluc faces a hardening problem. 

Eventually, you’ll flee. You won’t remain in Teyvat forever, you have your troubled sibling to pursue after - a set home to return to, bounded to another universe - one he definitely isn’t a part of, but apart.

He does not like that.

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“You’re staying here, with me.”

A bit of force is necessary in a relationship. 

For stubborn brats that is, who still haven’t received the message. Diluc hates repeating words, hates hurting you - without reason. He wants to show how much adoration he has in store, but you’re not letting him with dissonance and the distance of it.

And that is okay, a damning solution comes to light.

Fucking you harshly into the mattress with your legs bent over your chest, until you suffer multiple orgasms; until you are filled and covered with his cum; until he is sure you won’t even think of leaving him.

He loves you that much.

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[doodle-pops]

Ecthelion Confessing to Reader

Requests: 😅 I hope you’re not overburdened with requests at this time but if I could slip one in: Headcanons for Ecthelion Confessing to reader? - anon

A/N: Hope you like it anon. I recommend listening to Stephen Sanchez 'Until I Found You' since I pulled some lines for the confession from there. It's a beautiful song and I think it suits Ecthelion.

- Our stern Lord has watched you from afar and has fallen madly in love with you through your interactions and talks.

- He can’t help but suffer sweaty palms and broken speech patterns every time he conversed. He knew if he kept up his nervous behaviour you would either think two things of him.

- Either he’s a weird person – the last thought he wants you to imagine – or he’s in love with you, which wasn’t a bad thought.

- Ecthelion wanting to finally approach you and confess his heart out would not happen on the first go because of his nervousness.

- Every time the moment arises for the conversation to drift to topics of love and relationship, something always interrupts the both of you.

- As frustrated as he’ll be, he’ll also thank Eru for the interruption because Ecthelion was still a nervous wreck and wasn’t sure if he would get his words outright.

- Glorfindel and Egalmoth would tease him for being slow on the matter.

- “My friend, should you continue to take this long, I fear someone else may steal their heart. Perhaps one of us..."

- Only they alone know why they would tell him that, because poor Ecthelion almost suffered a stroke and punched them.

- Though, it was all Ecthelion needed to gain a boost of confidence to confess. The thought of someone else stealing you from him when he hadn’t the chance to confess his love for you, never.

- During his preparation period, Ecthelion would ensure that he had practised his speech and attempted to reduce his nervous appearance around you.

- He would be stuck trying to decide whether to confess through a song, a poem or just speak from his heart freely.

- Knowing that he's not the grandiose type person, the last thing he wants to do is pick an option and embarrass himself as well in the process.

- Going for the simplest and the most secure option, he'll stick to speaking from his heart freely.

- Being the simple person he was, a walk through his private gardens where his fountains were located would be orchestrated.

- Arms linked in the crook of each other’s elbows, Ecthelion would keep his voice low, so you don’t recognize the shakiness in it. Walking you over to the grand fountain, he would finally get the opportunity to have his conversation drift to relationships and love.

- At this point, you probably believe that he's about to announce that he's leaving for war or something. From his stiffness to the fidgeting, or the way his eyes held fixed to the ground.

- Standing before the fountain, Ecthelion would take deep breaths before taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes.

- Ecthelion has a way with words that would make his confession become poetic. It makes you melt when he expressed his undying love.

- “I never thought that I would ever fall in love until I met you. You brought light into my life and showed me how beautiful the world was...and now, I loved to make you a part of mine. Will you do me the honour of letting me court you?”

- His confession would make you melt and be grateful that you found the right person.

- Surprised and happy that he wasn't about to tell you he's leaving for war, you would be touched by his declaration of love.

- Nodding your head and blurting your response, Ecthelion would not hesitate to pull you in for a hug, followed by a request to have your first kiss.

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[foundationalt]

could you elaborate on this part of your gameplay page: "headcanons are not considered “canon” unless written on the dash. This is to avoid miscommunication about character backstories as well as prevent metagaming." ? specifically what does this rule include and exclude. for example, say that i and another writer are plotting out a prior connection -- do headcanons/interactions involved in that have to be written in real time on the dash in order to be considered part of our characters' backstories prior to joining the task force?

>  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛  🅟

thank  you  for  your  inquiry!  this  rule  was  something  our  admin  team  developed  after  seeing  ic  /  ooc  miscommunications  in  rp  games  due  to  incongruent  access  to  information  among  players. 

  firstly,  players  do  not  have  to  have  all  their  backstory  pieces  fleshed out before  joining  the  game.  the  fun  part  is  getting  to  write  together  and  discovering  new  aspects  of  your  muse  with  others!  <3  even  us  running  the  game  don't  have  everything  set  in  stone!  we're  so  excited  to  figure  things  when  we  open  for  interactions. 

  backstories  do  not  have  to  be  roleplayed  in  real-time,  and  headcanons  do  not  have  to  be  locked  in.  players  are  welcome  to  change  things  up  as  they  see  fitting  into  our  game's  plot!  <3  all  we  want  is  a  heads  up  for  the  group  for  any  significant  changes,  since  we  won't  know  what's  been  planned  in  dms.

  for  example  in  this  fictional  scenario,  players  a  &  b  decided  their  characters  were  in  a  casual  on/off  relationship  for  the  past  year,  but  then  player  a  plotted  with  player  c  and  established  a  headcanon  that  their  characters  are  also  on/off,  in  a  "will  they-won't  they"  for  a  while,  without  alerting  player  b  or  others  in  the  game  but  assuming  the  group  will  know  and  include  it  in  interactions.

  everyone  else  in  the  group  who  assumed  player  a  &  b's  muses  were  together  (since they read it on the dash) and acknowledge it in interactions may  end  up  in  situations  where  they accidentally hurt player  c's  feelings; as player c feels that no one "ships" their ship in-game.

  or,  in  this  imaginary  circumstance,  the  last  time  player  a  &  b's  characters  interacted  on  dash  was  a scene  declaring  their  undying  love  for  each  other.  then  when  a  different  player  writes  a  thread  with  them  mentioning  their  relationship,  a  &  b's  characters  react  and  say,  "we've  been  broken  up  for  the  past  few  weeks."  this  could  catch  other  players  who  don't  know  this  headcanon  off-guard,  especially  those  who  would  feel  that  their  muse  would've  known  this  relationship  update  beforehand  and  would  have  responded  differently  had  they  known.

  in  order  to  avoid  these  very  hypothetical  situations,  our  rule  asks  that  players  post  important  muse  information  that  everyone  should  know  out  of  character.  (of  course,  ic  knowledge  is  different,  and  no  one  should  metagame!)  basically,  pop  a  reference  somewhere,  whether  it  be  a  thread  response,  muse  intro,  connections  page,  etc.,  anything  that  people  can  access  to  read,  and  you're  gucci!

  for  example,  my  character,  old  sport,  can't  sing!  now  that  i  mentioned  it,  it's  canon.  :>  if  i  were  to  change  a  hc,  i'd  just  update  the  info:  old  sport  can't  sing, BUT  he's  always  on  beat. 

  it  doesn't  have  to  be  direct  as  mine  haha,  or  anything  detailed  either!  if  you  have  a  secret  plot  in  mind,  [frodo  vc]  keep  your  secrets.  <3  (but  defs  let  the  rp  mgmt  team  know  if  your  character  got  possessed  by  a  ghost  "off-camera"  haha! you know the drill!)

  all  in  all,  we  just  want  to  make  sure  no  one  feels  that  their  character  is  being  misinterpreted,  or  that  another  player  accidentally  revealed  info  that  was  saved  for  a  later  time.  by  having  open  access  to  information  you  want  others  to  know  for  your  character,  we  believe  this  will  encourage  muns  to  build  stories  with  each  other!

  i  hope  this  answers  your  question,  and  we  will  be  editing  our  gameplay page to  better  reflect  our  intentions!  if  you  have  any  follow  up  questions,  please  feel  free  to  ask,  we  don't  mind!  we  want  to  ensure  everyone  is  on  the  same  page  with  us.  thank  you  again  and  have  a  good  one! <3

#new rp #oc rp #original rp #lsrp #lsrpg #[ by the way this was a really helpful question for us! ] #[ we want to be as clear as possible for our players! we will edit our gameplay page right away. ] #[ thank you asking and we hope we'll see you around friend!! :D ] #[ addendum: no one in the rp mgmt team were players a; b; or c in these fabricated examples ]

[silverefflux]

Hearing Bells

Sova x Fem!Reader angst Really doing everything lately except the smut huh?

A gentle breeze circled the chapel on a sunny afternoon. It was almost as if today was destined for the wedding taking place discreetly within its domes. Two brides knelt before a modest altar, donning immense pride and love for each other—your fellow agents, who were given the rare opportunity to exchange vows and have the entire protocol celebrate their love with them. You watched somewhat drowsily in a long flowing dress that cascaded down the wooden pew you sat on. The intricacies of ceremonies like these weren’t all familiar to you, but there was a joy to seeing your loved ones swear their undying commitment in front of something said to be bigger than yourselves.

The priest walked to the podium and began his homily. He was humorous and quite the storyteller—pretty helpful during a time when your body craves a siesta. He complimented the weather and talked about things he adored about Tayane and Klara’s story. It’s sweet how he gets to know the couples he weds and remembers their stories.

You took it all in, daydreaming of the time when you’ll find someone special, go through ups and downs together, tell a pastor or some other officiator your story, and vow for love before an altar like this. It was so simple yet so good. Like the stuff of fairy tales, but maybe because of your line of work it will always remain a fairy tale. Your heartbeat cantered as you silently repressed that somber yearning.

You weren’t the only one, though.

Beside you, Sova sat upright in a black suit, also trying to hide his longing. But alas, his was more agonizing, as he knew that every night he imagined creating a future with particularly the woman he was sitting with.

The organ played and everyone was instructed to stand and join hands as a hymn played. Sova took his hand in yours. Your hands were roughed up over the years, but he held it like it was made of glass. Or silk. Or gold. All combined. Everything that conveys how precious and delicate he sees you.

The two of you just stood there hand in hand, not really knowing the words of the hymn, but embracing the solemnity of the moment and the warmth you gave each other. You raised your brows as you felt his grip tighten for a split-second. You eyed from the side, and he echoed a silent apology by returning your gaze and loosening his grip immediately.

Yebat, he thought. You’ll make it obvious. Don’t grip too much—well not too little either. Wait, am I sweating?

The hymn finished and you all sat back down. It was the longest two minutes of his life. There was a touch of emptiness as Sova felt your hand slip away from his as you returned to your seat.

The priest continued speaking, going on about the meaning of marriage. How it is not just a mere declaration of combined properties and shared obligation, but also a profound spiritual bond. A promise to give adoration and support that overcomes one’s human flaws. One that endures amidst the occasional difficulties of human things like paying attention, sacrificing, and forgiving.

Sova’s heart beat so fast that he needed air to make up for it, but sighing after the priest theatrically said “eternal love” seemed suspicious.

Breathe deep—but slowly. Don’t make it obvious.

With the air that entered his lungs, the priest’s words pierced into his heart, along with the fear of things going wrong should you find out about his feelings, or the pain he could put you both through should you—by some lucky chance—decide to love him back.

“There are four things you need in a marriage,” the priest set forth, “The first one is communication.”

Agreed. I can do that. I can communicate. Regardless of what it may entail—even vulnerability, Sova thought to himself as he listened on to the priest’s list.

Compassion? Of course.

Comfort? I can learn.

Commitment? No sweat. Even if it costs me.

If only he could stand and ask the priest to spare him time to confess and offer his promises too, but today was about his friends. He has one job and that is to sit—or stand, or kneel, whatever is instructed during the mass. Just not interrupt.

The priest goes on about things Sova knows in himself that he is more than willing to do, at all costs. Because it was you. For you, he’d change himself, keep himself the same, care for himself, sacrifice himself. Anything. It tore him apart, this most unfortunate feeling of being at someone’s mercy without them even knowing about it.

I can do that for her, he thought.

Meanwhile, your mind skipped a few of the preacher’s sentences, up to the part where he directed his words at the couple he was marrying together and implored them to consciously choose each other each day.

“Look at the person beside you!” the priest exclaimed.

Sova looked to his left, straight into your eyes, wordlessly confessing how he feels—

—but only in his head. In reality, all he could manage was to look down then slightly at your feet.

The priest continued, “That person is the one you’ll stand beside in sickness and in health. Easier said than done, but through this, you promise each other that you will do the same.”

Sova, you idiot, he called himself out. Not even committed yet and here you are wanting to just announce your promises already. Might as well yell it over to the priest while you’re at it. It’s not every day you get to be in a church.

A little later, the couple face each other as they are questioned by the priest.

“Klara, do you take Tayane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Sasha, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

I do.

But will she?

#valorant sova #sova valorant #sova x reader #valorant sova x reader #valorant scenarios #valorant fanfiction

[thegoddessprose]

Wouldn't you know it, the DAY AFTER I complain about not finding good memes, I found this spiritual successor to the blorbo meme and did it 😂

Anyway, here's a few notes:

I whited out the sexuality part because I don't really have labels for either. For Plutarch, all I could speculate is that he likes women, but not much else on that front... Chiasa on the other hand straight up refuses to label herself.

"Chitarch" is primarily the ship name I use for them, but "Heavenspin" is standby because most other Plutarch ships I've seen use the last names (Heavensdew and Heavenscoin for instance)

Plutarch doesn't really seem like a nickname kind of guy to me, outside of codenames, at least. He usually calls Chiasa by her name, but if he uses a pet name, "Dear" is just the most common one.

Chiasa uses "honey" for a lot of people, but quite a lot with him. I considered "honeybee" or even "honeysbee" but I ended up thinking maybe that's a little too on the nose 😂

They're not exactly each other's ideals, yes... But it is an unexpected pairing, both for them and in meta. (Although... I'll say Chiasa finds BDE (Which Plutarch exudes) VERY attractive)

Yes, they would have shitty in-laws on both ends... From the speculation on how the Heavensbees work in TBOSAS, and Chiasa's mother was terrifying (And one of Plutarch's mentors). Chiasa's father died long before she and Plutarch met, so who knew what would happen there... Lucky for them, her mother is dead at the time of the trilogy and I imagine he's not close to the rest of his family (I imagine post rebellion they're definitely not talking...)

The confession was spontaneous to say the least... She kinda blurted it out the minute she saw him again after the rebellion. Both regretted not saying anything before he'd gone to 13, however... Chiasa was just faster.

Neither of them are big on marriage... Plutarch seems like he would be cynical about it as an institution, and Chiasa doesn't believe in marriage having her parents' be a sham in her eyes, her sister's fail, and the transactional emphasis the Capitol probably has. Honestly, though.... They both probably would like a wedding more than a marriage. She likes the idea of wearing a pretty dress and declaring her undying love for someone in front of the people she cares about without the legal nonsense, and Plutarch had very strong opinions on what a wedding was in Mockingjay.

If anyone has any more questions, you're free to send a DM or ask.

Here is where I got the meme (Including a long version)

And here is the picrew for Chiasa's picture

#thg oc #oc info #oc headcanons #blorbo meme #ship meme #plutarch x oc #chitarch #oc: chiasa lapin #oc x canon #ship headcanons #plutarch heavensbee