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royalarchivist · 8 months
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Another specific poll??
I kind of wanted to join in~. Please feel free to reblog and add specifics in the tags.
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ghost-inacup · 2 years
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So, how does amatonormativity fuck a person up? (i made the aro survey)
omg okay so hi bestie sit down have some tea cause i might go on an endless rant here:
okay, so lets begin by defining amatonormativity: it is the societal expectation of everyone wanting an exclusive, long term romantic relationship and would be better off with it. some common assumptions made due to this are :
Assuming that everyone wants to get married, and unmarried/unpartnered people are unhappy or lonely
Treating romantic relationships as more important than friendships
The structuring of society around married couples (housing, taxes, etc.)
“Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet?” (sourced from: https://sophia.smith.edu/aace/about-asexuality-and-aromanticism/allonormativity-and-amatonormativity/)
Now, while this affects many queer identities, i can only provide an aro perspective on it.
Growing up, all around me, from as young as kindergarten, romantic relationships were prioritised. even 3 year olds who didn't even grasp the concept of romance were like, oh they're dating now, oh they're married now, etc. throughout my life, the expectation that everyone will eventually pursue a romantic relationship was a constant.
And that fucks you up.
Lets start with the fact that it forced me into thinking it would be my end all goal. i would meet a guy, have a romantic relationship, marry him, have kids, the whole package. And that led to quite a few situations where i forced myself to act like i felt romantic attraction, to convince myself to do things i was not ready for. It led to heartache and probably contributed to my depression. It led to destruction of friendships and led to an unhealthy relationship, which i will say is still affecting me. half a decade later and i still berate myself over those things, it has affected my self perception a lot.
then, when i discovered i was aro,(and its still going on tbh) it made me think i was not normal. it led to the realisation of my othering in a way, for i would never truly know what it is that society prizes and lauds so much. It led to a feeling of isolation and forced me to internalise a lot of shit, and probably bottle up things which i still haven't told anyone about.
then, the linking of my self worth with someone showing romantic interest in me. the feeling that something is wrong with me, physically, mentally, emotionally, just because someone never said hey i like you. the fear thats still within me that i am undesirable and not worthy. that even in movies the "ugly" girl sometimes ends up with a boy so why cant i? it led me to cling unhealthily to anyone who shows/ed me even a modicum of affection, to such an unhealthy degree that it destroyed a friendship, all in the wish that i was worthy of someone's love. all in the feeling that if no one likes me romantically, i do not have worth. i would be just someone people barely tolerate and leave as soon as they can.
also, as a cupioromantic: it fucks me up even more. cause i know wanting a relationship is sort of enforcing amatonormativity but fuck, it would be nice to have. and also, the fear that what will i say to an unsuspecting person, who gets in a relationship with me? with the expectation that it will be romantic? " hey sorry i can never love you romantically but i love you with my whole heart and i hope thats enough?" and then watching them leave cause if there isn't romance whats the damn point?
it hurts every time i think people getting in relationships, expecting me to relate about romantic attraction, them saying "you will also get one don't worry" them being allies but not even knowing aromantic and treating me like i'm a cold hearted monster who could never love truly and its the mourning in the corner of my heart for the fact that i can never experience what people say is a fundamental feeling and in the end,
it fucks you up.
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fenharael · 3 months
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Not now kitten, Daddy is Yearning
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acacia-may · 2 days
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So…it’s no secret I am a little bit feral about Kelbrey (it’s an ongoing struggle), so here’s some unsolicited baseball bat thoughts:
After everything that happened before and during the course of OMORI, would Kel and especially Aubrey most likely have a better chance at a healthy, functional romantic relationship if they just paired off with random people who aren’t entangled in the trauma and/or that we aren’t introduced to in the game than with each other? Probably.
But…there’s just something about the idea of them together.
Yes, they bicker and banter and they don’t always see eye to eye, and it’s easy to see them as just a hot-head and goofball who butt heads. But I think underlying all of that is a genuine affection and friendship. They do have a respect and admiration for each other and their differences. Kel admires that Aubrey is strong, honest, and brave. He clashes with her stubbornness, but ultimately I think he respects that she is unafraid to speak her mind and to stick up for what’s important to her and admires that she doesn’t care what anybody thinks about her. Meanwhile, Aubrey admires that Kel is big-hearted, generous, resilient, and loyal. His incessant talking and constant energy can annoy her at times, but she genuinely admires his ability to see the good in people and look on the bright side and respects how outgoing and friendly he is and how easy it is for him to build others up.
They went through an (understandably) very rough time in their relationship, but it seems (at least in my interpretation) more hurt than angry, as if they are both more upset about the loss of their friendship which was so important to them than they are actually mad at each other. This is only made more obvious by how they manage to reach an understanding and start to rebuild that friendship within just a couple of days after (presumably) years of a strained relationship.
If they continue to rebuild their friendship and communicate with each other, I could imagine their relationship and understanding deepening, perhaps even becoming something more than friendship. And because I do think that friendship is built on a strong basis of mutual respect and admiration, I think (at least under these specific circumstances) a romantic relationship between them could be healthy and functional too. Kel could encourage Aubrey to have fun every now and again whereas Aubrey could encourage Kel to be a little more serious when the situation called for it. I can imagine that she’d tell him it’s okay for him to express his feelings (even the negative ones) and promise she’d never judge him for it and would always care about him regardless of how he felt, and he’d make her laugh on her worst days and promise her he’d always be there for her. I can see them really, genuinely supporting each other even if they liked to tease and banter with each other too.
At the end of the day, I think because of their deep friendship, Kel and Aubrey could really have the kind of relationship where they truly know and understand each other—really see both the strengths and weaknesses in each other without any idealism or misgivings—but choose each other and choose to love each other in spite of or, in some ways, perhaps even because of all that. 🩷🧡
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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year
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Share the suggestive sagau content please, if your writing/creating it I know its good!
-Rapid anon
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You're all way too nice to me 😭
But I guess since I now have a general consensus I'm not gonna hold out, so warning it gets slightly more than suggestive a bit down the road, starts off pretty safe though
So I wasn't kidding that this concept, in one form or another, has been floating around in my head for like two years now
Obviously it didn't start out as sagau centered but it transitions so easily into that universe so I've expanded upon it
Basically the general structure is based off of how in sagau fics it's always kind of implied that the very land of Teyvat itself reflects the creators emotional/physical state
Like heavy storms/rain in imposter au where poor reader is getting hurt/killed by the characters, and the less seen counterpart where the day is just beautiful and perfect when reader is happy
Soooo, taking that, why don't we apply it to characters as well?
And by that I simply mean that the reader's emotions quite literally extend from themselves and can be felt lowkey by anybody close to them
So if the reader is happy then it's almost as if it's impossible to be anything else in their presence, happiness and bliss just permeates throughout the room lifting the spirits of anyone that comes in contact with
Then of course, if the reader is sad, every living thing near them suffers the same pain
It's also considered a universally good thing even if the reader is experiencing negative emotions, which are then also felt by other people in the general vicinity, because at least then all the acolytes know exactly what their beloved creator is feeling and the moment when they're feeling bad, it's not as if it can be hidden, which then allows them to jump right in and try fixing it
I headcanon that this sensation is obviously stronger the closer to the source, aka the creator, that a character is, the strongest of this sensation being felt when the character is physically touching the reader
I feel like there's just a very big variety of what you can do with this concept, like having usually sad/depressed characters finding relief in the creators presence, happy energetic characters instantly feeling waves of negative emotions and just booking it to where the creator is to calm them
You could even extend it further and have this happen in a less dramatic way with the creator statues, if the reader is still in their own world
Like it becomes a daily ritual to visit the creator statue to touch it and feel exactly what they're feeling, it's a sacred place of relief for tired fighters, stressed akademiya students, and sad acolytes who want nothing more than to just bask in the warmth of the divine creator, and if they're met with a negative emotion it's customary to leave an offering and a prayer for the creators wellbeing
Now, moving into the more suggestive aspect of it, and I'm sure you can see exactly where I'm going with this but—
All feelings are amplified for others near them, including pleasure and arousal
Sooo, just saying, there's a lot of potential for some fun drabbles where maybe a particular character quite literally gets addicted to the intense bliss felt from merely touching our dear reader
Or maybe something more like said character can get off on focusing solely on pleasing their creator and the effects of that (not as if they couldn't already, but now it's a bit more literal)
And, in a few things I've written, I've also extended this concept so that the previously mentioned euphoria gets so intense that it becomes something of a baseline, as in there's an actual feeling of pain or at least discomfort from being without it, cough character abandoning all dignity and begging to touch the creator cough
Taking the phrase "addicted to your touch" to a whole new level 😀👍
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queenlucythevaliant · 3 months
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Gotta share this one:
Love me. I am pitch black, sinful, blind, confused. But if not you, who else is going to love me? Face to face and fate to fate. See how the stars shine bright in the dark sky. Love me simply, simply, as day loves night and night loves day. You have no choice. I am pure night, and you-- pure light.
--Maria Petrovykh
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pearblossommina · 1 year
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ACOTAR ship demographics taken from AO3 BECAUSE I'M STUPID.
Coming in at number 1, to no one's surprise, Ferye/Rhysand with almost 3000 works.
at number 2: we have Nesta/Cassian, a very strong runner-up, with 2350
number 3 Azriel/Elain with 1025
Number 4 Elain/Lucien with 836
Number 5: Azriel/Gwyneth with 689
Number 6: Azriel/Original characters with 300
Number 7: Feyre/Tamlin with 261
(IT GETS A LITTLE TRICKY AFTER THIS. Because the top 10 tags also include platonic pairings. IF YOU SORT THE FANDOM AS A WHOLE, these are the top pairings. If you sort by M/M and F/F, we get some clutter from the het pairings (because sometimes Rhys and Feyre being in a relationship still takes place in a lesbian story about Mor getting into it with Emerie. See? It's hard. We can't EXCLUDE the het pairings, because it would skew the data.)
Number 8: is Azriel/Morrigan with 216
Number 9 (OUR FIRST QUEER SHIP) Is Emerie/Morrigan with 173
Number 10: (OUR SECOND QUEER SHIP, WAY TO GO EVERYONE) is Azriel/Cassian with 143
Just for fun, here are some stats for the pairings that were included in @praetorqueenreyna's ACOTAR fandom Survey poll
Azriel/Eris - 97 works
Eris/Nesta (not inlcuded in the survey! I just thought we should showcase them) - 69 works (nice)
Lucien/Rhysand - 64 works
Azriel/Nesta - 59 works
Lucien/Azriel - 51 works
Feyre/Lucien - 39 works
Rhysand/Azriel - 29 works
Cassian/Elain - 23 works
Rhysand/Cassian - 21 works
Tamlin/Lucien - 20 works
Tamlin/Elain - 19 works
Tamlin/Rhysand - 16 works
Tamlin/Briar - 15 works
Lucien/Nesta - 10 works
Rhsyand/Nesta - 8 works
Tamlin/Nesta - 5 works
Rhysand/Elain - 4 works
Cassian/Eris - 0 works (This is the crack-iest pairing! Would love to see this number increase. I found 2 with Cassian/Nesta/Eris all together, so, perhaps that counts?)
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frogmanfae · 8 months
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Hi guys, I now realize that I posted 16 times in the last hour. I apologize for this. I pressed play on Newsies Live and blacked out.
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kaijus-love-zone · 3 months
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limerance for ratchet!
Unique f/o asks
limerance - gush about your f/o, no limits… but the catch is, gush as if its a message directly to your f/o. 
Alright. *cracks knuckles*
(A note taped to Ratchet’s console reads:)
“Ratchet,
“I love you so much. I love your laugh, your smile, your speech patterns, even your sighs. Especially your sighs! There’s this slight tremor to your voice every now and then that makes me all giggly. It’s almost musical. Now that I’ve pointed out that you do it - never ever stop!
“Another thing I love about you is how smart you are. In medicine and science, yes, of course, but also interpersonally! You’re very good at reading people and reasoning with them to get them to help you or to see things your way. And that’s no bad thing! I think it must come from your years of practicing bedside manner.
“What I think I love the most, if assigned the Herculean task of picking a favorite part about you, is how much you care. Other people don’t pick up on it because of your prickly exterior but I know better. That cold facade belies a soft heart, desperate to make a change and a difference in the world. I know because I have it too. Mine is beaten down and worn out but you’ve helped it come alive again. I can only hope I can do the same for you. Because you deserve it.
“With love,
“Your Lish. 💋💖”
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cpd5777 · 1 year
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One Final Upstead Theory Part One
a/k/a: the angsty option
Hi Friends so many of you have asked for my upstead theories for next ep. Thanks for asking!
I know we are all struggling with this one for all the reasons….but I think the reason this has been so tough is because the data here is not lining up in an expected pattern.
Jay is a man who has always prioritized Hailey even before they were a couple. Checking in with her, shielding her from danger, even pushing her into the arms of another man to see her happy during the upzek era. And this of course continued after their marriage and then some. Jay is a selfless man. “a good man”.
He is also Hailey’s protector. I talked about this a while back in this post here and how seriously he takes this, even moreso now that they are married.
But what is the problem Jay thinks he needs to solve? I know we think it is to get Hailey away from Voight but that’s not true. The problem is to make sure Voight does nor blame or punish her. We saw how guilty and distressed she was by Voight ignoring or blaming her. This came up SEVEN times in one episode. That’s not accidental.
The only reason Jay even made this deal with Voight in the first place is to protect Hailey. To get closer to Voight and to have some semblance of control by being closer to him.
And getting closer to him is changing him. We have seen this discussed / foreshadowed a million times. But he kept at it because he feels it is a way to protect Hailey. He is justifying his choices by saying he is doing this to protect her and getting further away from her in the process.
And now she sees and feels it and he’s hurting her. Something’s got to give.
So here is where the theorizing comes in: (and this may be one of a few theories with the same basis which is why I named this #1 but who knows).
I think Jay is going undercover for a while and him being close to Voight is about that. He can’t tell Hailey about any of it.
I think he’ll connect with the Army victim in the pharmacy robbery case about making a difference and sacrifice and that will be the push Jay needs to finally sign up to do this.
Jay going to the chief and telling the truth is coming clean about what he and Voight are plotting but he’ll tell the chief Voight is not 100 percent fit and he’ll find a way to protect Hailey as a result.
Then Jay will tell Hailey and there will be a situation where he gets arrested to establish his cover and then goes under deep cover.
But before he does he’ll make sure Hailey is not in a bad position with Voight by talking to the chief. The ONLY way he would leave Hailey in that unit with Voight is to change the power structure.
Jesse’s a brilliant actor and I think we can all agree that the delivery of his lines in last ep felt really off-really aloof and high level. He’s hiding something and it is eating him up (9x09 parallel), he’s indecisive and trying to figure out how to make it all work. The Army victim connect gives him the push he needs and then he does it. This will open the door on a Hailey spiral that I am honestly not looking forward to, but I think she’ll end up with more of a leadership position in the Unit and that will protect her from Voight a bit.
My gut is that this was also a rushed storyline. My expectations are low for this ep, except for the fact I know Jesse and Tracy will crush it. I just hope we get some good scenes with the two of them!
That’s all I got!! My inbox is open for thoughts!
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jmdbjk · 2 years
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Hump day.
OMG it was a long day today and I needed some pretty pictures to look at so in the interest of sharing is caring I am sharing them here with you. 
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And a bonus: sunrise this morning in Seoul today (Thursday, Aug. 25), this view is from the UN Village near where Yoongi lives. 
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badassindistress · 4 months
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The Second Steel Gambit please!
That's a Juno Steel fic I'm definitely totally going to write the epilogue for somewhere in the next ten years (it's almost been three).
It's a fixit where I undo the tragic death of the protagonist' twin brother and let him embarrass the protagonist in front of all his cool space pirate friends. It's also a heist! It's good fun :D
Juno frowned, reluctant to introduce his brother to the sharks. Nureyev would be there to protect him. At least, for a while. “Juno. Hey Juno. Supersteel. Just one question. Mr Wright, really. Actually, really Mr Right?” Juno felt abruptly ready to throw his brother to the sharks.
Ask me about my WIPs!
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chaotic-on-main · 1 year
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Neighbors | ModernAU One-Shot
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☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!OC and Hange Zoe x fem!OC
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ alcohol usage, expletives, adult themes, MINORS be cautious and DNI
☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys, not gonna lie I was feeling it last night and this is the outcome of it. I'm not apologizing for my horny on main behavior, so... Anyways hope y'all enjoy! The February chapter for Unspoken Words is scheduled for this Monday. So if you've missed January, make sure to get caught up! Thanks lovelies!
☾ Word Count ➼ ~3.4k
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A rainbow of lights flash in your eyes as you make your way through the writhing crowd. Bone vibrating bass pumps through your whole body and you can’t help but bob your head to the beat while the bar you set out to reach is in sight. It’s a Friday night and you find yourself in the busiest clubs downtown west of main street and you could not wait to drink the night away.
You were alone due to the rest of your very small pool of friends being unavailable, whether it be from working or spending the night with their significant other. Not that you were resentful though, you just wanted an escape and unfortunately that meant you had to go alone. Was it a bad decision? Maybe, but you didn’t care as you threw on your best fitting dress and most comfortable dancing heels you owned.
Flagging the bartender down, you dig through the small wallet you had stashed in your bra for loose cash. After a few moments, the lady behind the bar slides up to you and you shout for a couple shots of the cheapest vodka they have. All alcohol tastes bad but it achieved the same thing, you decided a while ago. There’s no reason to pay out the ass for it. When she returns with the shot glasses, you down them in one go as you slam them into the bar top. You hand her a $5 in tip with a smile and slip back into the crowd. You suddenly remember you hadn’t eaten much today so the alcohol takes effect faster than you intended to.
You couldn’t help but find solace in the heat of the bodies surrounding you. Of the loud music that deafened your hearing as well as your thoughts. You twist and turn to the beat, closing your eyes and feeling the warmth of the alcohol as it creeps its way through your system. You feel like you’re swimming as your head gets heavier and you laugh out loud into the air. This felt great. You felt comfortable.
Now let’s be honest, it’s not like you were on rock bottom. You had a steady job, your friends were great, and you were pretty content with where you were in life. But for as long as you could remember, there was a hole in your chest that you were never able to fill. You determined it was loneliness, but you often wondered if it was more complex than that. So no, you were not out here due to sadness, you know that for a fact. But for what it actually was, you still haven’t figured it out.
You lift your arms to stretch out above you as you move your body to the rhythm, eyes still closed in bliss. The smell of sweat and various colognes and perfumes permeate your senses as you’re pressed up against the people around you, not one of them paying you any attention. Well, except for one.
Someone gently grabs your waist and pulls you in their direction and when you open your eyes, you spot a feminine figure dressed in a tight pantsuit looking down at you curiously, as if they’re asking, ‘Are you okay with this?’ You smile widely at them and don’t fight against it, acknowledging that while you’re pretty tipsy, you’re still fully aware of your environment. They have brunette hair tied up in a messy ponytail and light brown eyes that bore into your own as they dance along with you. You hold on to them as you both sway, closing your eyes again to get lost in the euphoria of the liquor and the company.
After a moment, they lean down to your ear so you can hear them ask, “Can I get you another drink?” Their voice is playful, and you laugh with a nod. Lacing their fingers in yours, they lead you towards the bar again. They lean into the bar and shout something to the bartender, slapping cash down on the wood as they do. The bar isn’t as packed as the floor was thankfully, so when they turn back around to you with drinks in hand in no time, you’re not surprised. They hand it over to you and you smile gratefully at them then pull it to your lips. It’s sweeter and fruitier than you thought it would be, but it was great.
“I’m Hange!” They shout to you with a grin, taking a lengthy sip of their drink.
“Theo!” You yell back, doing the same with yours. Goddamn this is good.
“Slap me if I go too far, but you’re extremely attractive. Are you…?” They raise their eyebrow at you.
“You’re not so bad yourself. And no, I’m not seeing anyone right now.” You’ve had your fair share of crushes come and go, sometimes they went further than that. But for now, you were not preoccupied with anyone else. Their eyes sparkle at your response as they down the rest of their drink, then hold their hand out to you. You’re quick to throw back your own before grabbing their hand, your head now swimming. You follow them in a flushed daze.
You’re pulled back into the dancefloor with them, their arms around your shoulders as they hold you close. Hands travel every which way as your drunken stupor goes deeper. Still aware of your surroundings, but your inhibitions are slowly falling away, and you couldn’t care less. You find comfort in this chaos, of their breath on your face and the sweat rolling down your back. So, you two dance like that, disregarding the sticky skin and hair flying every which way.
Then their face leans down to you, hesitating as they hover above you with their eyes searching into yours. You can’t help but laugh again as you stretch up to meet their lips, using your arms around them to pull yourself up on the balls of your feet. Their lips are soft and filled with so much fervor that could only be a result from drunkenness. Your mouth moves along theirs in sync as you both hold each other close. When you break away, you can’t help but tip your head back in a fit of giggles. The drink Hange had gotten you was stronger than it tasted. And you were succumbing to the liquor faster than you had planned.
“How drunk are you?” They ask, playful but cautious.
“Yes!” You chirp with a laugh. But then after a moment, “The world is spinning.” You close your eyes to try and stop the motion but then open them back up quickly because doing so made the spinning worse.
“Let’s get some air!” They shout at you, and you nod slowly. You don’t fight as they tug you in some direction away from the crowd. Colors and lights blur pass like a long exposure film, and you can’t help but giggle again, though you’re not sure why. They stop after a moment, and you don’t notice quick enough, so you slam right into their back. The music is still reverberating through your whole body.
Hange’s talking to someone in front of them. There’s two people actually, a blonde man and a raven-haired man. You can’t make out what was being said, but they look over to you and you wave at them lazily. Wow, they're really handsome. The raven-haired man narrows their eyes at you, and you feel this itch in the back of your skull like you’ve seen him before. But when you try to rack your brain, the haziness is quick to distract you. Then the world starts spinning even faster and you clutch onto Hange’s arm for support.
“You’re really short.” You mumble and then suddenly they’re all reaching out to you at the same time. Huh, you think. Then blackness.
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When you wake up, the first thought you think of is how you wish you hadn’t. Your head is pounding so much that you scrunch your eyes to attempt to make it go away. It doesn’t. The next thought that comes to you is how comfortable the thing you were laying on was, a bed maybe. There was at least a pillow under your head, so soft. The third thought is how wonderful yet foreign it smelled to you. Wait what? Your eyes snap open.
Your vision is blurry, but you blink a few times until you can see again. You see a forest green tapestry with doves hanging off the wall in front of you. This was most definitely not your room, and certainly not your apartment. Slowly, you travel your hands down your body to check if all of your limbs were still intact, discovering you were not in your dress. Instead, you feel a softer texture of a cotton shirt that was much too small for you as well as a pair of sweatpants that hugged your hips and barely reached your ankles. Thankfully your bra and undies were still present as well. At least you were clothed, but whose clothes were these? And who undressed you? The feeling of panic starts running cold through your veins as you wake up even more.
You’re in a bed lined with navy blue sheets and a thick white comforter is splayed across your body. There’s a noise coming from behind the door to your left, like someone was organizing metal pots and pans. You shoot up then quickly regret the decision. Falling back in the bed with a grunt, you flop your arm across your eyes to shield the light that filtered through a window that sat open, letting in the warm summer morning breeze. You peek under your arm to observe the rest of your surroundings.
It was a very simply decorated room. A desk with a couple picture frames placed deliberately on its surface sat in front of you. There’s a dresser and bookshelf off to your right, not a single piece of clutter in sight. Besides the tapestry and curtains, nothing else lined the walls. It was so… clean. The one thing that stands out to you, however, is the neat rack of multicolored skateboards next to the desk. Okay, seriously, where the fuck were you?
As your eyes travel towards the door where you heard the noise, you spot a glass of water as well as a couple of painkillers in a cup waiting on the bedside table. You reach for it slowly as you attempt to sit yourself up again, hands shaking from the hangover that is radiating through your whole body. You end up chugging the whole glass and it wakes your body up. With your mind alert now, you force yourself to swing your legs over the side of the bed. A wave of nausea hits you so hard that you take a moment before standing up. You have to use the wall to steady yourself. You remember the picture frames you saw on the desk, so you stumble over to get a better look at them, hoping to get an answer of where you were.
One of the frames shows a mother and her little boy, you assume. The mother is smiling widely as she holds on to a very toothy-grinned child. His black hair is fanned over his forehead, almost covering his piercing blue-gray eyes. They’re so happy. The other frame you saw had three people in it, arms over each other as they smiled for the picture. There’s a red head with choppy pigtails, a light dirty blonde male, and a raven-haired man which you suspect must be the older version of the boy in the other photo. They’re all wearing graduation caps and gowns. Wait, you've seen this man. Was he… the one from the club? Ugh, everything was so fuzzy.
Pressing your hand on the wall again for assistance, you pad your way to the door. You take a deep breath and pull it open slowly. You’re hit with the smells of freshly cooked bacon and eggs, which make your stomach do hurdles while also growling at the same time. When you make your way out the door, you see the source of the smell as well as the one cooking it. Their back is turned to you and all you see is a short statured man in an apron and some sort of white bandana pulling their hair back. You spot a back tattoo snaking its way up to the bottom of their neck, meeting just at their undercut. A gray long sleeve and black jeans don their lean body. You catch yourself staring without meaning to.
After checking to make sure you weren’t imagining the t-shirt and sweatpants on your body, you clear your throat to get their attention. They turn to you and you’re speechless. This was definitely the man from the club. Like the boy in the photo, their hooded eyes are stark gray in the light. Pale skin showcases heavy dark circles sitting on top of slightly puffy cheeks. His face shows no emotion as they stare at you, their sharp jawline set. You cover your chest with your arms as you’re feeling suddenly exposed at his gaze. They just raise an eyebrow at you quizzically.
“Hungry?” His deep voice bounces off the warm white walls. There’s heavy alternative playing softly from somewhere in the living space you stood in. You just nod, still unable to speak. He points to the dining table that sat in the corner of the small apartment and turns back around to tend to the food. You spot ear piercings climbing up both ears as the metal glints off the morning sun. Something still itched at you; Why did this man seem so familiar to you?
“Uh… we didn’t… do anything last night… right?” You eventually muster out, your face heating up at the insinuation. You plop yourself down on to the seat facing him.
“Tch, absolutely not. You were in no position to ask or receive anything last night.” He grumbles as he plates up the food before walking up to set them on the table in front of you. He has a plate for himself as well. “Eat, you need it.” He then leaves you to grab something out of the fridge. A wave of relief floods over you at the confirmation. You pick up the fork and dig in, reveling in the delicious simplicity of bacon and eggs. Your stomach decides to behave, for now.
He comes back with two glasses of orange juice and sets them down before falling back into his own chair. His white bandana is now forgotten, but his raven hair is slicked back from it, showing his whole face to you. You stop, fork mid-air, as you stare at him in awe. Up close, he was a very stunning man.
“What?” He inquires.
“Nothing, I- uh. Thanks for letting me crash. But who are you?” You take a sip of your juice. Oh my god, is this freshly squeezed?
“Seriously?” He stares at you incredulously.
“Um, yeah. My memory is pretty foggy, if that’s not clear.” You roll your eyes at him, taking another bite of your bacon.
“I’m Levi. You know, your neighbor? We’ve been neighbors for 3 years.” He pokes at his eggs but doesn’t take a bite. He’s staring down at them hard. You nearly choke on your food.
“Neighbors?!” You rack your head. It’s still fuzzy but you think you remember bumping into him a few times as you came and left your apartment intermittently. That’s right, he always had headphones on, and he wore glasses. Oh, this is some Clark Kent type shit, you think to yourself. You eye him carefully, trying to imagine glasses on him. Yeah, that was him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m not one to pay attention to my surroundings.” You chuckle halfheartedly.
“I’ll say.” Levi mumbles. He’s still not looking at you.
“But why am I here? If we’re neighbors, why couldn’t you get me to my apartment?” It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow at him.
“I recognized you, offered to take you home. But then you didn’t have your key on you, and it was two in the morning, so the landlord obviously wasn’t around. And I wasn’t about to make you sleep in the open.” He’s picking at a piece of bacon now, averting his gaze still. Your eyes fall back to your half-eaten food.
“Oh. I- yeah. That’s probably for the best. Thank you.” Silence fills the air between you two again.
After a moment, “So you and Hange?” Memories from last night fill your brain and you actually laugh. Levi finally looks up at you in surprise, eyes widening a little bit.
“Oh that? No no, it was nothing. Just having some fun.” You swat in the air, looking back at him. Something like relief floods his face. He hums in response, then goes back to picking at his food. “Something wrong?”
“No, it’s fine. Anyways hurry up, I need to get to work soon.” You chuckle and shovel in the rest of your food. It really was delicious, as simple as it was.
.
When you’re finished, Levi takes the dishes to pile them in the sink before turning on you. You shift awkwardly on the balls of your feet as he studies you.
“So where are my clothes?” You wrap your arms around yourself again, thinking again of how little you were actually wearing in front of him.
“I hung them up in the bathroom. I’ll go get them.” He briskly walks off in a random direction. You’re left standing in the middle of the room as you hug yourself. You’re embarrassed for not recognizing him sooner. Or even acknowledging that he lived mere feet away. Then you start to think of how nice this morning was compared to your other post-outings. Bar the shame, you didn’t wake up hungover and empty. Something about this morning with him warmed you to the bone and you relished in it. Levi eventually comes back with your dress ironed out and hanging on a coat hanger as well as your heels neatly polished.
“Did you clean those for me?”
“They were disgusting, of course I did. You also could use a shower but I figured that would be crossing a line.”
Pursing your lips, you grab the dress and shoes from his hands and nod stiffly before muttering, “Yeah, I supposed that would.” After another beat of staring at each other, “Let me go change and you can have these clothes back.”
“No.” Levi raises his hand to stop you. “Just, wash them and give them back to me when you can.” He starts walking to the front door and you’re quick to follow. He hands you your wallet as well as a small silver key. “The landlord came by earlier this morning with a copy of your key.” You stare at it. He not only let you stay in a warm bed for the night, but he washed your clothes and fed you breakfast and now he went out of his way to make sure you had a way into your home. He took care of you. Your chest blooms in heat at such a kind gesture; it was such a foreign feeling.
“Thank you, for everything. And I’m sorry I put you in this position.” You step out into the hallway, making sure you had a tight grip on your things before turning around to face him.
“Don’t apologize, again I wasn’t about to leave you on the doorstep alone.” Alone, that word reverberates through your skull.
“Um. Well. Thanks, again. I’ll see you around, Levi.”
“Yeah, see you Theo.” His sharp eyes linger on yours for a moment, then shuts the door leaving you to your thoughts in silence. You never even told him your name, yet he knew. You’ve never said hello to him that you can remember, nor did you ever spare him a glance longer than 3 seconds. You’re not sure why you didn’t pay attention much before, but you are now. You want to chase the feelings he gave you in the last couple hours for the rest of your life, you decide. The sudden thought startled you.
“Well, shit.” You mumble to yourself
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quetzalpapalotl · 1 year
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So I know you don't ship it like thaaaaaaat but. 18 for RodiBee?
Darling, I will ship rodibee in every way there is, just watch me.
18. who cooks?
Bee. His cooking skills are not above average or anything, but Rodimus has the cooking skills of a stereotypical frat boy. He doesn't have the patience or care for it, he is the kind of person that will try to increase the heat in the oven so things bake faster.
Is not like in Nyon one could acces fancy ways to eat energon so that he could have learnt. Fuel was scarce. It was always better to drink it as soon as you have it. War did nothing to get him out of survival mode. If he's hungry he will eat. If he's not hungry, it's hard to see the worth in putting all the effort. Not that he will tell Bee any of this of course, he will just let him think that he's erratic and impatient. Bee chastises him, but will cook for him regarless.
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queenlucythevaliant · 3 months
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Certainly open to darker poems! You may want to look at @the-music-keeper if you're checking blogs -- I'm much more active there than on my main.
The bread’s poisoned and the air’s drunk up. How hard it is to treat wounds; Joseph sold into Egypt couldn’t have suffered more! Under a starry sky, Bedouins, eyes closed and on horseback, shape private epics about the day they’ve lived through. They don’t need inspiration: one lost a quiver in the sand, one traded a horse — the fog of events disperses; and if sung truly and with the whole chest — everything finally disappears, leaving space, stars, and the singer!
--Osip Mandelstam
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