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comradekatara · 2 months

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apparently suki got sexy lamped (i didn’t watch the show but that’s what i heard) and that is one of the worst things that could ever happen to me. suki is snarky and passionate and excitable and bad at making jokes and she is way too cool for sokka but that’s why they work.

yeah what they did to every single girl in that thing is unconscionable but what they did to suki and yue especially is crazy because we’re meant to believe that they’re both #StrongWomen but also going crazy stupid for white devil sokka even though he has nothing to offer either of them, and is not attractive, charismatic, or intelligent. suki doesn’t like sokka because he’s a hot guy with a six pack (couldn’t even type that without snorting. sorry) she likes him because he displays humility, open-mindedness, intelligence, humor, and bravery. none of which he actually displays in natla, for the record (although i guess you could call him telling suki that “they should put a bell on her” humor???? if you’re stupid??????), certainly not humility or a willingness to expand his worldview. he doesn’t apologize for doubting her skill, he doesn’t admit he was wrong, he doesn’t let her feminize him (WHO is this cis white boy!!!), and he doesn’t change his mind on anything.

in fact, SHE is the one who thanks HIM for “showing her the world,” which is obviously crazy if you spend even a second thinking about it. SUKI is the one who firsts presents sokka with a reason to expand his worldview. SUKI is the one who disrupts SOKKA’s entrenched paradigms. the whole point is that sokka knows NOTHING of the world and SUKI is the first person who teaches him something. suki is the first person to show him that being a warrior is not a biologically determined fact, but rather a state of mind. suki is the first person to actually train him formally. suki is the first person who helps sokka to realize that people beyond his immediate family can value him outside of his role as protector/martyr. that she can like him because he’s open-minded and makes her laugh (and certainly not because she’s entranced by his shiny muscles). suki is, in fact, the one who shows sokka the world. yes, they’re both isolated and sheltered when the show begins, and suki’s decision to leave kyoshi island is in large part influenced by meeting sokka, and she does kind of go crazy stupid over him and is the first one to initiate their romance, but she’s still the one imparting a valuable lesson onto sokka, not the other way around.

suki works so well with sokka, like natla very unsubtly points out, because they do have a lot in common as kids who are also the designated leaders and warriors of their respective villages. they understand each other on this implicit level, and they’re both very smart and share a (quite dark) sense of humor, so they’re able to banter and spar and hang out as equals. but they’re also different enough to balance each other out. sokka plans while suki reacts. sokka is cerebral whereas suki is kinetic. sokka is tightly wound whereas suki helps him relax. suki is confident in her own skin whereas sokka is deeply insecure and neurotic. she helps him loosen up and get out of his own head, and in turn he supports her and admires her unconditionally. sokka demonstrates to suki that he would do anything to help her, and suki demonstrates to sokka that he can accept her help and doesn’t need to shoulder every single burden alone out of some perverse guilt/martyr complex. they protect each other, have each others backs, make jokes together, hype each other up. they’re each other’s right hand arm man silly rabbit.

the reason suki is able to forgive sokka for his sexist comments is because he immediately apologizes when she proves him wrong. he humbles himself and demonstrates that he knows he has a lot to learn from her. he then also, after like, a couple hours at most of receiving any kind of formal hand to hand training for the first time in his life, manages to beat her. the thing about suki is that she’s also very proud. even prouder than sokka, if you consider that her confidence is 100% real and not a feigned defense mechanism like his is. and so the fact that she loses to him, even just in this one moment, does force her to reevaluate him. like, he’s obviously full of shit when he boasts of his skills (he has no formal training to speak of), we all know that, but he is nonetheless incredibly skilled. and suki has to acknowledge that, because i don’t think anyone who has been learning the form she’s spent her entire life mastering for less than a day has ever gotten the better of her like that before. and it’s certainly not because he’s a boy, or biologically superior; it’s because he’s smart enough to know how to adapt. and that intelligence is demonstrated not only in his skill, but also his willingness to completely upend everything he’s been taught within the span of a few hours.

this episode is in fact crucial for sokka, not because he learns how to fight or because he “stops being sexist” (imo, he’s still sexist, but that’s for another post), but because it demonstrates to the audience how sokka’s mind works, and how fucking impressive he is. i know that it may seem like this episode is just an after school special teaching young boys to be nicer to their sisters (and it is very much that), but it’s also illustrative of how sokka is able to process and synthesize new information and immediately change his mind. i’ve called sokka the personification of the scientific method before, and what i mean by that is that he is constantly absorbing new empirical data into his worldview and updating it accordingly. contrast this mindset with zuko’s, or even katara’s. how many times do they have to have the same lesson drilled into their heads over and over and over again before they actually properly internalize it? i’m not saying that zuko and katara are bad or stupid, to be clear, they’re actually incredibly realistic. sokka is the one who is unrealistically open-minded and intelligent. toph is really the only other character in the gaang who matches his sheer level of brilliance, creativity, and ingenuity.

so the reason this episode is valuable for establishing who sokka is, is just. completely negated by the way he’s portrayed in natla, as just some “hot” guy to ogle over. he doesn’t display his scientific mind, he doesn’t expand his worldview, he doesn’t complicate his own gender identity by wearing traditionally feminine garb, he doesn’t give suki or us, the audience, any reason to actually like him. and when he gets to omashu and starts expressing to the mechanist his aptitude for engineering, it feels completely hollow and unearned because at no point prior has he demonstrated that this mind works in a scientific way. we’re just expected to believe that he’s an engineering prodigy despite being given no prior evidence that even thinks logically.

in fact, everything that is unique and subtle about sokka is completely stripped away by this white devil. he isn’t “the only man” left in the village so he seems absolutely stupid insisting that he shoulders a unique burden. he constantly communicates his deepest emotions so he ends up sounding more like zuko or katara than sokka. he isnt funny, although i think he tries to be but simply lacks any charm. he isnt humble, he isnt depressed, he isnt intelligent, he isnt stupidly loyal and self-sacrificing. he acts more like a jock who magically knows engineering than a nerd who kills people. and suki seems like an absolute fool for being so obsessed with this absolutely worthless white boy, instead of the wonderful, confident girl who knows exactly what she wants and gets it.

meanwhile, yue, on the other hand, IS a girlboss who knows exactly what she wants, and it’s CRAZY. they completely reduce everything that makes her character important by turning her into a liberated woman (despite the nwt still being sexist???) who breaks off her own arranged marriage because she just wasn’t feeling it (even though THIS version of hahn is gorgeous and kind and respectful, so like…… huh??) and is a badass waterbender who talks back to her father. she wears euphoria makeup and a party city wig as she tells us (like she may as well be talking into the camera) that sokka is the hottest guy she’s ever seen (which would make more sense if the guy who played sokka played hahn and VICE VERSA, but i digress) and she loves him for…. reasons??? certainly not because he represents a figure beyond her limited paradigm, and certainly not because he’s charming or kind or makes her laugh or treats her like a person. and certainly not because they both feel restricted by their respective patriarchal duties to their fathers and to their people, because yue doesn’t feel restricted at all, and the extent of sokka’s daddy issues are simply “hakoda was mean to him because he sucks at ice dodging” (which is also crazy, for many reasons). they just feel like two people who were forced together because the narrative demanded it, and not because they have any sort of meaningful thematic connection that deepens both their stories. it’s horrendous.

ultimately, the ways in which these characters (and every character) are reduced are reflective of some incredibly dire patterns in these soulless, corporately produced objects of commerce that barely pass as art. “sokka’s sexism is too problematic so instead we’re going to change every single element of the story so that no one has any sort of objectionable flaws — or depth.” i know i talk a lot about sokka here, but they also massacre aang, and (especially!) katara, and even zuko (even though the guy playing zuko was definitely giving it his all). and azula and iroh and everyone else (except for ken leung and danny pudi who are innocent). they don’t want to create anything nuanced or intricate, but they want to make it marketable, so they advertise it as “appealing to a game of thrones audience.” i’ve always hated game of thrones, but it’s still leagues better than this. in fact, i think it might even be better for women than this. i don’t think it’s that hard to understand a Y-7 nickelodeon cartoon (although the takes ive seen on here do make me wonder…) and yet somehow the writers of this monstrosity managed to get every single facet wrong. distressingly wrong. every time i think about it i get mad all over again. smh

#god. i hate it here #asks #sapphikatara #natla #sokka #suki #yue #analysis #sokkaxsuki #sokkaxyue #also they made suki a nepobaby when like the whole point is that she EARNED her leadership as opposed to sokka #UGH. WHATEVER.#this is already uhhhh. nine paragraphs long #ok bye

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 6 months

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svt gym rat bf things

I am re-starting my fitness journey, and what better to motivate me than being a casual (worrying) level of obsessed with svt. So yeah once again no one asked for this but here we are, writing it anyway

Warnings: some slightly suggestive material, going to the gym/fitness/working out is the topic, meals and eating mentioned

seungcheol

-he is 100% using any gym time with you to show off/impress you/remind you he's ya man, the most overtly sexy of the gym bfs

-likes to hold eye contact while he does hip thrusts. if he's really feeling it he'll get the weights as close to your actual weight as possible, looking at you while he stacks them all up.

-the BELT FLICKS.......the belt flicks. he does it on purpose. and by god you’re grateful.

-shamelessly ogles you the whole time

-he will slap your butt after spotting you for squats and call it his boyfriend tax

-knows you think he's sexy when he works his arms or chest so he always calls you over to spot and then smirks when you get flustered

-but he doesn’t anticipate how desperately whipped he becomes watching you work out (the post lift cardio session is always of a very specific genre if u know what I mean)

-also is a sucker for you in gym clothes and buys you new gym fits every other week

jeonghan

-only wants to go if you're going (poor boy is tired)

-really good at spotting though, always there to help if you need

-easily impressed when you do anything even remotely cool or beat your pr

-spends most of the time talking to you while you work out

-gets flustered when you do something he finds attractive but will NEVER admit it and tries to play it cool

-when he does finally get to the workout you are disgusted by how much bigger his arms are than yours

-i just know he got a fire gym playlist with barbiecore songs bc they get him hyped

joshua

-subtle flirting in the gym is this man's love language

-meets eyes with you and winks across the squat rack, "accidentally" grabs the same weight and your hands touch and he looks up at you all dramatically, leans against the mirror to chat you up

-all smiles even when he's lifting something really heavy if you're there

-makes a plan beforehand for what you're both working that day and checks in with you periodically to see how you're doing

-does silly dances to his gym playlist to make you laugh

-gives you hugs no matter how sweaty you are

-makes sure you push yourself just enough but never too hard

-the gym selfie king -- and he knows all your best angles

jun

-working out with him is a hazard because he always makes you laugh mid lift and you nearly drop what you're holding

-big proponent of stretching but mostly because he likes to see how flexible you are because he is a heaux

-he is also pretty dedicated to his workouts and knows how to keep on task at the gym, but thinks it's cute if you're bouncing off the walls a little

-switches earbuds with you while working out and then judges you when half of it is music he's a featured artist in

-he will challenge you to fake dance battles

-sneaks lil kisses between sets

hoshi

-cannot contain himself because YOU CAME TO THE GYM WITH HIM, goes way too hard, and complains for the next four days about how sore he is

-"races" you on the treadmill

-takes his shirt off because "he got too sweaty" but then gets suspiciously excited when you stare at him or compliment him

-you catch him staring at you all the time

-does his squats RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE and then looks over his shoulder at u like "what r u looking at? perv"

-will do every single gym couples challenge with you, sends you videos throughout the week being like "we should try this"

wonwoo:

-another tired boy, but he does plan what he's going to work out at the gym every time and appreciates you following his schedule with him to keep each other on track

-workouts are usually not aerobic heavy so there's a lot of eye contact with him too

-cannot keep a smile off his face when you hype him up while he lifts, which is almost reason enough for him to do it

-is also super encouraging -- when you're challenging yourself to do something you've never done or trying to break a pr he's always so supportive and sweet

-lets you pick out matching gym fits to wear and always loves how happy you get when he comes out in his

jihoon:

-this man is the ultimate gym buddy and personal trainer

-if u express even a vague interest in working out he will sit you down to discuss goals and expectations and then come to your first gym session with a written, illustrated schedule targeting your specific body type & goals

-meal preps for u :(:(:(:(

-THE BEST spotter and also why do i feel like he has weird amounts of chiropractic knowledge and will be able to help you stretch SO well

-you can ask him any question about any workout and he knows the answer

-for some reason being in the gym with jihoon is so romantic to me like??? i feel like he'd be spotting you while you lift and he'd just lightly touch your arms to steady you and you'd be a blushing mess and so would he and then you'd go make out after

-worried you’re gonna get hurt so it’s sometimes hard for him to complete his workouts bc he’s watching your form

seokmin:

-going to the gym with seokmin would be a disaster in the best way

-will you work out? yes

-will it mostly be your abs, from laughing at him the entire time? also yes

-he will do bicep curls at you AGGRESSIVELY while he blasts careless whisper over the gym speakers

-his squats are all excuses to throw it back/twerk into you

-is also down for a couples challenge or two

-would be very complimentary of your muscles even if you don't feel like they're that good

-counts down your reps in a silly voice

-he ALSO has really good belt flicks but kind of by accident, and when he catches you blushing he'll tease you about it

mingyu:

-another elite-level gym buddy bf

-does love shots with your preworkout & makes the BEST post-gym meals

-he would also totally be that guy who has you kneel on his feet when he does sit-ups or lay beneath him while he does pushups so he can kiss you every time

-he is also an ogler. he will stare shamelessly at your butt as you walk by

-you might try to do a couples challenge once, but he's clumsy af and it didn't end well so you vowed never to do it again

-he's just a big baby so every time you exclaim over how nice his body is he'll get all shy

-also of course this man is posting up in a backwards baseball cap, a black skintight shirt, and gray sweatpants ON PURPOSE but he'll pretend he doesn't know he's committing literal crimes

-enthusiastically encourages you “one more rep babe one more you got this YEAHHHHH”

minghao:

-i see him more as a yoga/barre guy than a lifting guy

-also very good at stretching you out

-gets embarrassed when you watch him push through a difficult workout bc you're practically drooling at how attractive it is

-but he's also surprisingly goofy in the gym with you and makes sure you’re both having a good time

-loves to do those couple yoga poses and couple stretches

-also is down to help you with boxing or jiu jitsu moves

-post-gym glow is real on minghao

-hard to keep ur hands off each other after you get home hehehehehehehe

seungkwan:

-leg day is every day. so many squats are being done

-he also makes you laugh a lot

-for any aerobic workouts you are either getting in the pool with the grannies for water aerobics or ur doing Zumba there is no in between

-takes you on runs to beautiful spots in the city

-gets competitive about working out with you so if you do more reps than him or run a lil faster he pushes himself too hard

-is always prepared: the night before, he’ll set out your gym clothes, fill your water bottle and put it in the fridge, portion out the preworkout, etc

vernon:

-wants to share gym playlists, so he has one earbud of yours in the gym at all times

-surprises himself with how much he’s staring at you because wow he likes you in that tight shirt and leggings

-I can see him being really methodical about working out, so he kinda gets lost in it and forgets you’re alive, until you do your little dances around him

-he loves it when you show off for him so he can compliment you bc he’s kind of shy to do it without a reason bc then he’d have to admit how much he’s forgetting to work out because he’s paying attention to you

-gives you kisses to congratulate you when you reach milestones

chan

-he would also be elite level gym buddy bf

-uses gentle hands to correct your form if he’s worried you’re gonna hurt yourself 🫠

-he is also goofy in the gym but he also knows exactly when to be serious

-almost more committed to your goals than you are and goes buck wild when you reach a goal of any sort bc he is AN ADORABLE CUTIEPIE

-it’s the little things for him — like when you hum along to the song in your ears when you’re re-racking the smaller weights, he’s just so smitten with you

-idk why but I feel that he would be so good to you when you’re feeling that post gym soreness. he’s on that draw you an epsom salt bath, give you a massage, bring you Gatorade type beat

#seventeen #svt #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt reactions #maybe it’s just me but this makes it really easy to tell who my bias is #gym rat svt supremacy

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sturn777 · 27 days

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴀꜱʜ!

chris sturniolo x naomi west

outfit / pt2

tags: @st7rnioioss @its-jennarose @timmyscomputer @kriissy4gov @liz-stxrn @sunrisemill @mattssluttywaist @riasturns @mx0qin @junnniiieee07 @alorsxsturn @annasturn0lo

Naomi had landed in Chicago the night before her entrance on stage to rap with Playboy Carti - the rapper who had reached out to her after she blew up for the first time and had been close ever since.

The two had a brother and sister bond, always looking out for each other and hyping the other up. Once Carti got the phone-call asking to perform at Summer Smash, he immediately knew he would ask her to join him on stage - and of course she said yes.

Naomi was wondering round in front of the large stage, trying to find the room Rico Nasty was in so she could say hello to her before she went up on stage.

“Oh my god! Naomi?” A voice said from behind the girl. Naomi looked back to see a girl with her friend looking at her hopefully.

Naomi nodded with a smile, “Hey whats up?” the girls squealed slightly before asking for a photo - which Naomi accepted before rushing off to find Rico again.

Security let her past the tents, so she poked her head into the first on only to find it full of boys. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean- Skies?” Naomi started apologising before she saw Lil Skies sitting on a couch.

He got up and gave the girl a hug, “Naomi what are you doing here?” he asked, pulling away from the hug. Naomi smiled cheekily with shrug to which Skies grinned at. “My bad man, this is Chris and his brother Matt. You heard of them?”

After Skies introduced the brothers she gave each of them a hug to greet them, “No I haven’t ‘m sorry. I’m Naomi West.”

The one on the right smiled and nodded, a small camera in his hand pointed down at the floor - one of his arms was covered in tattoos - Matt. The other one, Chris, smiled. “Is it okay if we put you on our vlog?”

Naomi nodded with a smile, Matt raising the camera to which she waved and Chris stood next to her. Skies pulled his arm away from around the girls shoulders as he got a phone call.

“We here with Naomi West! Wanna say hi?”

“Heyy y’all! Whats up?” She laughed and smiled, some of her grills sparkling under the sunlight. “Y’all should subscribe to Chris, his onlyfans or whatever this is!”

Chris laughed and blushed slightly, shaking his head. Matt turned the camera off and listened to her and Chris’ conversation. “So you here to listen to music?” he asked the girl, a hand on his hip whilst the other scratched his neck.

“Nah, I’m on stage with Carti actually. Just don’t tell your fans.” Naomi raised a finger to her lips jokingly, Chris’ eyes following her movements. “Who are you on stage with?” she asked after looking down at the wrist-band on his wrist.

He shrugged, “I’m up with Skies.”

Naomi nodded with a smile, eyeing the boy who was actually rather attractive the more she looked up at him. “I know this is weird but can I get your number? I don’t know—!”

“Yeah! Yeah, um sure.” Chris exclaimed before clearing his throat, pulling his phone out and taking her phone from her hand - sending himself a text on Naomis phone to make sure it went through.

Her conversation was interrupted when your manager came in the tent, “Girl get your ass out of here! You gotta be on stage in five!” she sasses at her, making Naomi laugh and eye the woman.

“Um, I gotta go I’ll text you though.” She kept it short, eyeing him flirtatiously before exiting the tent and giggling with her manager - not allowing Chris to say anything. Allowing Chris to stay standing with a small tent in his shorts.

He was really hoping you would text him.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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am i the asshole for leading a guy on an low-key manipulating his feelings? (🐺 so i can find it later)

trigger warnings for mental health issues, family death, and suicide mentions.

title is kiiinda dramatic, i know. and i should be clear that i know that what i did was definitely wrong to a degree, but idk how messed up it was.

for context: i (19 f) was freshly seventeen and had just returned to in person school for my senior year after doing my junior year online at home. the majority of my best and only friend had forgotten me almost entirely and abandoned me despite our texting throughout my online year. new social circles had formed in my absence and i had a very difficult time readjusting, especially because i had come out of isolation with worsened anxiety, depression, and lowkey suicidal idealization. to top it all off, my grandfather who i adored had just died. i was desperately lonely and at the lowest i had ever been mentally in my entire life. i say this all not to excuse my actions but to provide some context as to why i acted the way i did.

so i meet this guy (i think like 15-16?) who we'll call finn. finn is a year below me but we share an elective class. we were initially drawn to each other bc we were both the only alt/geeky kids in the room and hit it off really well. and at first things are going pretty good; we eat lunch together every day, share music, talk about our interests etc. normal friend stuff.

but here's the part where i'm probably ta: finn had told me earlier on that he's the type to catch feelings super easy, so i guess i should've expected it, but he tells me that he has a crush on me. not directly though--he starts talking about this girl that he has feelings for but doesn't have the courage to confess to. and the first time he brought it up i didn't realize it was me and ofc tried to hype him up so he could confess and all that. but by the second conversation we have about it, it dawns on me that he's definitely talking about me. and i'm like "ah fuck," because the last person i wanted it to be was me--i'm mostly into girls, and also saw finn as a little brother more than anything else. but i keep hyping him up anyways saying stuff like "oh c'mon the worst she can do is say no! and even then you can at least move on with closure!"

so he takes my advice and confesses to me over text. i turn him down as politely as i can. which is where this whole thing should've ended tbh. but it didn't. his confession (even though it was over text) really endeared me and made me feel appreciated and beautiful in a way i never had been before. i'm not conventionally attractive + a plus size girl, and had never had anyone confess to me before, let alone say something as sincere and sweet as finn did to me. i was always the girl guys dared each other to ask out as a joke, yknow? it felt nice to know that someone saw me as desirable. again, this doesn't excuse my actions or justify them. just context.

so i decide that even though i know i'm not going to pursue anything with finn, i don't want him to lose interest in me either. so i start acting like i might be into him. tell him certain outfits make him look cute, go on and on about how much i love his hair (he really did have nice hair tbh), lean in a little closer when we talked, and constantly reassure him that he'd get a gf soon because good-looking, sweet and funny guys like him don't stay single for long.

he definitely notices bc he (again over text) asks if it's ok to be more physical when we interact. like can he hold my hand if we walk down the hall or whatever. this is definitely where i should've stopped, but i didn't. i kept up the pseudo-flirting bullshit.

and then he confesses (you guessed it! over text) for a second time, insisting that he really thinks that i like him back now. i tell him i don't know what he's talking about but that i'm happy to keep being friends with him. again, i don't stop the flirting-that's-not-quite-flirting.

this continues all the way until the end of the year. he tells me before i graduate that he really cares for me and doesn't want to lose touch after i leave. i promise him we won't. at this point i'd realized the gravity of my actions and had come to regret the way i treated finn, and decided the best course of action was to let our friendship fizzle out after i graduate. so i stop responding as frequently to him, he eventually stops reaching out until finally we lost contact and i delete his number.

i know that what happened was kinda fucked up, but how bad of a fuck up was this tumblr?

(secondary question: is this something that would've had a lasting impact on him and his view of relationships? i hope it isn't. i hope he forgot about me quickly. i hope he's doing better and has found someone who actually likes him.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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1moremilgram-enjoyer · 7 months

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Fuuta T1 Cover - Mozaik Role

This song's a bit more odd than some others, but I think it fits Fuuta quite well! Let's see what the connection is, though obviously this is all just my opinion and my view.

CW Online harassment, harmful relationships, sex

Mozaik Role can be read in a few different ways, but the interpretation I'm going with is that it speaks of a romantic relationship between two people which is beginning to break down, as they don't feel satisfied with it. The main reason why is that they feel the connection doesn't go beyond sexual attraction, it's superficial.

Lack of sympathy and superficial sex seem to perfectly describe the unbreakable bond between you and me Saying things like, "Either way, I still love you..." (lol) [...]

In the end, I got tired of you Since I don't know if it's love or lust, what should I call this relationship I'm about to end?

(Translation)

(Note: Purely sexual relationships can still be meaningful and aren't inherently inferior to romantic relationships. But sexual attraction isn't enough to hold up a healthy romantic relationship, the same way romantic attraction isn't enough to hold up a healthy sexual relationship)

Staying together and pretending to be in love only hurts them.

Certain words pierced through you I described the fluid flowing from your wound as "love" [...]

Wouldn't it be better to say you used to love me? We're intertwined, so nobody can touch us Isn't this fate, too? It's just a certain world of love that disappears [...]

Can we say we used to love each other? We were hanging on and struggling Wouldn't it be better if you just killed me, since I hate you?

In fact, in the video, Gumi regains her colors when the other person disappears.

That's the idea. I believe the 'mosaic' in the title refers to a scattered and broken up relationship.

So what's the connection to Fuuta? Well, I believe he's essentially talking to his old 'friends' here. The idea is that their connection is completely superficial, though the 'sex' would refer to as he puts it:

(T1) Q1: What is a friend?

F: Folks you can get hyped over the same thing with.

Basically, their relationship doesn't go further than 'those guys I talk to online to cancel people together and hang out to have fun'. It's all superficial, held together by the shared enjoyment of playing videogames and going on online witch hunts-

(Oh my God that's why Killcheroy is represented by a witch it's because it's a witch hunt-)

Not only that, but they're all bad influences on each other, which is obvious given what their 'friendship' led to. That's why it'd be best if they leave each other behind, if they said they used to 'love' each other. Not to mention that Fuuta's friends do abandon him after Killcheroy dies.

So yeah, a completely superficial relationship. Again, other readings exist, but in my opinion this is the one that best fits Fuuta.

Well that was pretty short. Hope it made sense! Take care!

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mozaik role cover #honestly this cover goes hard #fuuta sing a boring song challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #bangers only when *looks up va* arthur lounsbery's on the mic #anyways

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a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising · 1 year

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Modern Buddha x Reader Smut Working Nights

(I’m really on a Buddha phase lately so bare with me ;) )

Great this was just. Great. This shift at work utterly sucked. And what was worse was that I had to worked a double. And the closing shift ends at 2am. So I am exhausted. I have been here all day dealing with people and coworkers. Not to mention on top of it my boss got so frustrated with the shift himself that he called me into his office and chewed me out.

Now I was tired and super heated about all of it. I unfortunately have to work here to pay the bills until I can find a better job. With no luck so far, I am stuck here. Ugh I just wanted to get my mind off of it.

After work I was going to Buddha’s house. I met him at a gym we both frequent and he is super nice.

He very good for support and pushing me to do better.

He is actually the reason I decided to quit my shit job. We got to talking about it the day we met and I was rage working out. And he’s tried to help he as much as he could since then, looking at my resume with me and hyping me up before interviews.

Ugh I cannot wait to be done with this job. Especially with this shift. I just wanted to go over to Buddha’s house, get drunk, and fall asleep to a movie. I was off the next couple of days so I was fine drinking heavily. We were going to have a fun time.

I knew he was up because he was texting with me all night. He was getting just as pissed off as me. Actually he was more pissed off than me. So I intentionally left out the part about my boss chewing me out. I really just wanted a hug from him to make the night better.

The minute I was able to clock out, I was ready. Everyone else waited, not wanting to set me off anymore. I put my punch in and left that horrible place. I went out to my car and sat there for a moment in my seat. I turned my car on and gripped the steering wheel.

And then I cried a little. It was an overwhelming shift, and the yelling, and all the issues were enough to unravel me. I was just tired of it all. I turned on my headlights and drove the familiar route to Buddha’s house. I felt relieved turning into his complex. And again, I knew he was home, but seeing his car in the parking lot made me happy. I pulled into an empty space and stopped. I got out and reached into my backseat for the bag I packed.

I walked towards his building and then up the stairs until I was in front of his door. I knocked carefully and a few seconds later he opened and smiled at me. I made my move. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into a hug. He held me tightly.

“Awe okay c’mon crazy let’s get inside.” He laughed. He moved and I went inside his apartment. It was warm and welcoming. I set my bag down and turned to face him. His smile dropped and he stepped closer. He hands when under my chin and he looked at my face closely. I don’t know why I felt flustered so suddenly.

“Why were you crying?”

Oh he saw my puffy eyes. I bit my lip.

“Was work really that bad?” He looked concerned.

“It was.” I replied and then I moved my foot around nervously, I knew he knew there was something else. So I looked up at him and told him all that I had left out during the night. He hugged me again and swayed.

“Why didn’t you tell meeeee that.” He said but not in a scolding way.

“I’m sorrryyy.” I told him. He laid his cheek on my head in a cute ‘grumpy’ way.

He pulled me toward the couch and he had set everything up. He had actually complained at me for taking too long at work. I sat down on the couch next to him.

“Let’s watch something to take your mind off of it.”

“Okay.” I felt so much better already. He popped open some alcohol for me and I sat back. Before the movie started I had gotten up and changed out of my work clothes. I got comfortable next to Buddha with my drink in hand.

We stayed up for a while and I have to admit I drank more than I probably should have. Me and Buddha got very close to each other. There was no denying our attraction. I think we were still getting used to one another. Trying to spend a lot of time together before we made any decisions. Of course we have spent the night together a few times, like I am tonight. But never anything other than cuddling or hugging. We never even kissed before.

Tonight I felt a lot of tension. Not uncomfortable. Thinking about it the boldness was probably brought on from the heavy alcohol intake. We both did drink a lot, Buddha could handle his liquor more than me any day.

I don’t remember how, but we ended up cuddling. He spooned me from behind and dragged his fingers up and down my waist. My attention was no longer on the movie. The colors flashed but barely registered. Then I felt him lean in close and smell my hair. And he pulled me closer. I didn’t protest.

“You smell so good nghh.” He said lazily

I smiled and snuggled more against him. He stopped moving his hand down my side for a moment and then started a tickle assault.

I busted out laughing and he sat up tickling me harder. I kicked my legs out and was trying to get away from him but he kept me still.

“S-Stop you ass.” I wheezed. I started crying it was too much and my sides hurt from the laughing. Buddha moved more and ended up on top of me. And then his attack subsided.

We stared at each other for a minute heavy breathing. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. I stared back at him feeling my desire increase.

I looked at his lips. They looked so inviting. He lowered down and kissed me. I felt a shock, his lips felt so good. We kept going and he moved his head changing the angle. It felt so good and we were getting more breathless. He moved to my neck and bit down. I jumped at the sudden harsh contact.

He looked into my eyes again. He squeezed my hips. I noticed finally just how hard he was.

“Can I take this off?” He asked hand twisted in my shirt.

“Yes.” I said weakly wanting to continue. I sat up and he leaned back and he helped me take it off. He was being careful with me and I appreciated it, but I wanted to feel more. I took my bra off for him. His eyes widened and he moved to kiss and bite my neck again. He sat up again to take his own shirt off and he laid back over me. I kissed at his neck and shoulder and felt his back.

“My bed’s a lot more comfy.” He stated still licking my neck. His voice dropped a lot lower and it was a huge turn on.

“Take me there please.” I told him. He moved to stand and brought me with him. He picked me up and wound my legs around him. He took us to his room and kept the light off. He laid me down in his unmade bed. Slowly we kept kissing and I had slid my underwear and shorts off. He completely stripped as well and laid down on me.

Carefully he ground into me and it felt good. He turned me around to mark and kiss down my back. I arched my back up, his cock slipping and rubbing against my pussy. The slick feeling excited me more because I knew it’d be easy for him to go inside.

“Do you like that baby?” He gruffed. The first time he called me that.

“Yes Buddha, yes” I squirmed. I moved my ass back and forth wanting to feel more of him. He laughed a little and pushed me down forcing my chest into the mattress. He slid his strong bicep under my body and hiked me up so my ass was up and inviting. I mewled into the sheets and gripped them tightly. Clenching and unclenching as my body tensed in excitement. He leaned down over me, his strong chest pushing into my back. “We can’t go back after this.” He started.

“I know, please, please God Buddha, now, Now!” i begged him. I needed him to enter me. I need to feel him pushing inside me and pounding into my pussy until I cum all over him. I needed the relief and to feel owned.

“Yes baby girl. Good girl.” He said kissing my neck. He pushed my ass down a bit spreading my thighs more. And then he dragged his cock up from my clit to the entrance.

“Oh baby I can’t.” He started. I was afraid he’d stop but instead he railed his cock deep into my pussy. The jolt almost caused my legs to give and there was a slight burning sensation. He gripped my hips and forced them to stay in place and not slip anymore. He forced his way completely inside me and I tossed my head and arched my back more. The aggression was intense and a complete difference from the gentle kissing moments before. His hips were rough pounding into me and he brought his hand up and smacked my ass. The loud crack it made echoed and I jerked forward moaning.

“Oh no you don’t.” He said dominately I moaned at the aggression. This is not a side of him I never say but I wasn’t complaining. He yanked my body back and fucked me hard. Going as deep as possible.

“Good you feel so good.” He groaned out

“It feels, oh fuck, it feels so good.” I moaned out to him. He smacked my ass again hard, in the same place. Then he flipped me onto my back and came back down. Forcing my legs open and shoving back inside me again. He gripped my thighs roughly, I could feel his finger nails. I arched up at him and he took the chance to bite my breasts. I squealed at the exciting feeling.

“Yes, yes harder Buddha.” He railed into me and kissed me his tongue brushing against the roof of my mouth. He gave me three hard thrusts and I felt myself about to cum.

“I-I’m coming, I’m gonna cum.” I told him.

“Oh yes come all over my cock good girl.” I felt the feeling get stronger and with each thrust he got me closer.

And finally I came. I squeezed down hard on his thick cock and I screamed.

“Oh. Ohhh yes good girl.” He grunted and kept thrusting to work me through it. He ke became more erratic until he pulled out and finished on my stomach. He groaned and then fell next to me.

I was trying to catch my breath.

“I’m. I’m glad you feel the same way.” I forced out. He picked his head up and looked at me. I could barely see his face from the light coming in from the living room.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to ask you out a couple of times.” His breathing was leveling out.

“I uh, guess we’re past that point then?” I laughed.

“Well if this means you’ll go out with me?”

I moved closer to him and kissed him.

“I’d love to.”

He got up to get fresh boxers and threw one of his clean shirts my way. I struggled to put it on, my body feeling to heavy to move. He crawled into his bed with me and intertwined our legs.

“Goodnight baby girl.” He said kissing my head. I leaned up and kissed his neck.

“Goodnight Buddha.” I felt so much love in my chest. I’m glad my shitty night ended in the best way possible.

#buddha x reader #record of ragnarok buddha #buddha x reader smut #fluffybuddha #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

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kqmilka · 2 years

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Closet Hook-up

SUMMARY: You and Eddie have a quickie in the janitors closet instead of going to Bio class.

GENRE: Smut

WARNING: Praise kink, spit kink, semi-public sex, oral f! receiving, no use of y/n, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, quickie, dirty talk... etc.

Mrs. Clerks class, Biology.

Oddly enough you liked Biology, not all of it, but you enjoyed learning about some of the subjects in it, like the human body, the anatomy and how it works. But you hated the tests, like that test you had last week, where you had to name all the muscles in the human body; she'd give extra credit points if you could explain their functions.

There are about 600 muscles in the human body, the three main types of muscle include skeletal, smooth and cardiac. The brain, nerves and skeletal muscles work together to cause movement – collectively known as the neuromuscular system.

You actually flunked that test. By like one mark, and it was a real pain because when you pleaded for an extra mark...

"I should've 'studied' more, is what she said to me." You snarled.

"Her pregnancy hormones are seriously up to here for me." you place your finger tips to the side of your neck, imitating a beheading. Eddie was leaning his elbow down on the table's surface, his palm resting on his cheek as he listened to your ranting. "I mean she was this super chill teacher till she got a baby fucked into her by her husband who is having an affair with her, not my problem by the way, but she's blowing that steam off on ME." You huff, "If anything, she should be doing it to her whore of a husband, I'm just trying to get through senior year and leave this shit-hole, having graduated!"

"Yeah, what a total bitch." Eddie hypes you up, his smile is contagious, you can't help but smile back. "Stop smiling like that, dork." You bite your lip in attempt to hide your smile but it wasn't working.

It was lunch time, you sat at the 'Hellfire table' (as everyone called it), next to Gareth, Eddie sat to your right. "That really sucks man, I on the other hand passed my bio test yesterday." Gareth takes a bite out of his apple, you scrunch your face at him in disbelief. "I will circumcise your balls."

"How would you even do tha-"

"Can we not talk about circumcisions and dicks at the lunch table—where I eat my meals and where I am eating right now?" Dustin cuts off. "Yeah where are my manners? Let's talk about vaginas instead!" Your eyebrows lifted up, lips forming a wide open grin. "Literally get hit by a bus." Dustin took a bite of his sandwich, you gasp dramatically, "Oh my god, I'm gonna tell mom you're being mean again."

"And I'll tell her you smoke weed."

"Touché." Eddie blurts out, amused by the banter.

"Love you too, Dusty-bun." You look down at your cola can, sensing the 'jaw-dropping' expression on Dustin's face by his sudden gasp. "I will tell mom you snuck Eddie into your room past midnight."

"You know about that?" Eddie turns his head to face Dustin.

"You'd think a 5'10" guy climbing up the roof wouldn't attract any suspicion or attention from the residents inside the house? I'm not deaf."

"Okay enough, this is starting to sound like an intervention, let it go, forgive and forget." You pucker your lips, stretching your arms across the table and reach for Jeff's candy bar, "Mars~ I love Mars bars." You cheer happily, but Jeff smacks your hand away before you could take it, "Did no one teach you that stealing is bad."

"I thought we were buddies Jeff~" You sulk, "C'mon"

"No."

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

"No, no and no!" You and Jeff stare off at each other, the tension building between you, you wanted that chocolate but Jeff wasn't backing down. But you weren't raised to be no quitter. Game on.

"Is that Jason in a pink tutu skirt?" You look to the side of Jeff, your expression widens; and just like that, you trap the fly in the... trap.

Right as he turns his head, you snatch the bar from his tray. "Yess! Idiot." You boast your victory. Flipping him off playfully and unwrapping the bar.

But just like that, lunch was over and back to class you go. You had Biology, what a coincidence. Exceptionally not looking forward to it as you have an eye to pick with Mrs. Clerks. Having ruined your Friday, she'd gonna ruin your Monday too.

And Eddie knew that, he also knew how to take the heat off you, involving his needy cock and pussy-drunk tongue.

He leaned against the locker beside yours as you took out your textbook, giving him side glances while you shoved some things back in the locker. "What do you want-"

"What? Are you implying I want something? Or is this your way of saying you want something from... me?" He traces circles on the locker, batting his eyelashes at you innocently. "Okay, you've made it even clearer that you want something, so say it." You giggle. "Wanna skip? Get high, explore each others bodies?" He asks the climactic question, to which you pause for a moment, pretending to think through your answer when deep down you both knew the answer, yet you still hesitated. "I don't know Eddie, I'm not exactly on her good girl list right now." You play with your words, biting your lip. "Fuck Mrs. Clerks, not like you'll miss out on anything important, she spends 90% of her lectures complaining about her pregnancy pains and failing love life." He leans forward, pressing his nose against yours. "Let's ditch getting high and just fuck." He looks at you, with such a soft expression, in contrast to his vulgar and needy request, he looked so cute.

You flick between looking at his eyes and lips before responding, "Okay."

So here you were, getting your pussy eaten out by your favourite metal-head boyfriend in the janitors closet.

"Fuuck-" You whimper under your breath, your hands holding Eddie in place between your legs, his tongue swirling around your vulva, teasing around your clit. Hovering his tongue over it, not enough to actually create any friction but it riled you up, made you so needy. "You want me to eat this pussy of mine and make you cum?" Your eyes meet his.

"Yess... Eddie, please." You moan, thrusting your hips upward slightly, just enough to bump the tip of his tongue on your most sensitive spot. He could've easily pulled away but he didn't, and you were so grateful he hadn't. He let you grind on his tongue, sticking it out just for you to use him for your own pleasure. But you were starting to get frustrated and impatient, needing more, needing him to take over. He knows how to make you feel ways even you can't do on your own, with your own body.

Your silent pleads were fulfilled when Eddie dove straight into your pussy, moaning and sucking on your clit, your eyebrows furrow and your lips part into a small 'o'. "Fuck- Ohmygod, just like that, keep doing that Eds-." Your whines turning him on even more. Like it couldn't get any better, oh, but it does.

"Baby, spit in my mouth." Eddie opens his mouth wider, slipping his wet tongue out further as you complied. You spit, noticing a faint whine escape his lips before he licks your pussy again. The mix of your juices, his spit, your spit—all creating the raunchiest sounds which bounced off the cramped closet's walls.

Eddie moved further down, sticking his tongue into your hole; while he motioned his head left and right, his nose flicking your clit.

Your moans grew heavier, getting closer to your climax. While Eddie indulged himself in humping your left leg, in desperation to stimulate his aching boner.

Your hands traveled down to his head, pulling at his curly hair; pressing him further against your aching cunt. He'd happily suffocate between you, he loved eating you out, tasting you and intoxicating himself in your aroma. He was a pussy-drunk man, what else was there to say?

He pauses, which makes you look down to see why he stopped. His eyes meet with yours as his breath steadies near your cunt, anticipating for what he will do next. He flattens his tongue; gliding up your wet cunt—hole to clit. Your eyes flicker and you cave into his mouth, feeling his breathing tickle at your skin.

"I want your cock Eddiee.." You whine softly.

"You don't wanna cum in my mouth?" He asks, in a teasing yet desperate way. He gives your clit one last suck before he trailed kisses all around your throbbing cunt; he takes his middle finger and slides it in you. He curls his finger upwards, hitting that spongy spot, making you jolt into him. Moans escape your lips as he thrusts his finger into you. Adding a second one in between his thrusting.

"You gonna come baby?" His mouth still lapping against your sensitive clit. "Yesss... Eddie, I'm so so close please don't stop-" You quiver, feeling your knees give in but Eddie holds you in place, "C'mon princess, cum all over me, use me."

At those words you came, feeling the knot in your stomach snap. Your back arched inwards, legs shaky and your breathing unsteady. Eddie moaned into your pussy, licking you clean, only stopping when you pushed him away. He stands up, his figure leaning into you from above, "enoughh.. Eds." You hitched, looking up at him with doe eyes. Your hand traveled down to his aching bulge as you leaned in to kiss him. You taste your own cum in the kiss, his lips glistened in your juices.

He thrusts into your hand, deepening the kiss while you jerked him through his jeans. "Mmm, I want your cock." You say into the kiss.

Which makes him grins in response, "My cock wants you too, princess." He went down to unbuckle his belt lazily, just enough to loosen it where he could let his jeans sink down. Your hand plays with the band of his boxers, making Eddie groan. "Take it out baby." He trails his kisses from your jaw to neck—leaving wet marks all over.

You do as he says, feeling his cock bounce up. You jerk him off a bit before guiding it to your needy cunt. "I'll make you cum twice." He whispers against your swollen lips, sharing the same breaths.

"Please do." You vert your eyes down, your eyebrows quirk up; biting your lip when you feel Eddie's cock press into your vagina. "Fuuck.." Eddie mutters into your neck. "Just like that, squeeze my cock just like that." he begins thrusting into you, steadying his pace throughout his adjusted thrusting. The shelf unit you were pressed on against wobbled along the rhythm of your colliding hips—tipping some cleaning supplies over.

Eddie moaned softly into your ear, hearing every little grunt, hitch and noise that came from his lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, planting wet kisses anywhere you could. Your legs were wrapped around his waist while Eddie gave you extra support by holding your ass up with his left hand; his right reaching down for your clit.

With smooth motions he rubbed circles on your damp clitoris, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your grip on him tightens and your breathing becomes rapid, "F-faster, rub faster."

To that he quickens his pace on your clit, overwhelming you as you are so so close to coming it becomes unbearable. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, please don't stop I-I'm gonna come—I'm-" Your mind goes blank; gasping for air as you ride your orgasm out, muffling your moans into Eddie's shoulder.

He keeps going though, he's close, feeling his cock pulse inside you.

"Oh- fuuck, you feel so good princess-" His breath hitches, but your moans overlap his from the overstimulation, tears forming in your eyes as you whine on his dick. "Ohmygod—Eddie I can't take it-" Your nails scratch against his back, causing him to grunt. "Shh princess, it's okay, it's okay I'm so close, don't cry." He hushes you gently, his voice shaky and slightly whiny. You could tell he was close by how touchy and intimate he was getting, kissing up your neck all the way to your lips. Moaning into the kiss, he speeds up, creating a reaction out of you. His right hand going to caress your cheek. His eyes gazing into yours, his hair stuck to his skin as sweat formed on his forehead. "You're so beautiful sweetheart." He closed his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, one last thrust before he pulled out, pushing you to your knees.

Your mouth gapes open, taking his cock in as he pumps it a few times before cumming in your mouth. "Juuust like that, swallow it sweetheart." His hand caresses your face; watching you swallow his cum.

"You're so hot when you swallow my babies."

You smile in response, taking his hand to stand up from your knees. You tidy yourselves up, adjusting Eddie's belt for him which he appreciated by the cocky grin which splayed on his face.

Right on-queue the bell rung, taking this opportunity you both hurry to leave the closet. Making your way back to your locker, where Gareth stood leaning against his locker beside yours. Eyeing the both of you, "Didn't see you lovebirds in biology, what were you freaks doing?" He interrogates, his expression filled with over-dramatised suspicion.

"Calm your shit down Gareth, nothing happened." As Eddie says that, he glances over at you, giving you a wink before forwarding his attention back to Gareth, leaving you to prepare for next period.

You bite your lip, reminiscing of the events that happened just minutes before.

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lavenderedhoney · 1 year

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Any tips on helping partners deal with gender dysphoria?

This is a tricky question because dysphoria is highly personal and can be extremely different from person to person. The number one rule is talk to the other person about their boundaries and don't make assumptions about what they want - what works well for one person could be absolutely devastating for another person.

Some basic things that I think can help anybody:

Ask what language they want used for their parts. Using the wrong language can cut deep, even if it's entirely unintentional. But using the right language isn't just about avoiding dysphoria, it can also be a huge source of euphoria. My baby exclusively calls her taint her pussy, to the point where typing the word "taint" feels objectively incorrect. I almost exclusively call my clit a dick and basically only use "clit" for clarifying purposes when I think it improves readability. It's something that can be a very small change but can be extremely effective - both of these have been absolutely huge for us. Not only does it feel better to give those parts different names, but it really helps us to think of and engage with those parts in a different/less standard and gender-affirming way when we interact with each other's bodies! Language is really fucking powerful, so use it. It might feel silly at first using the "wrong" word for a body part if you've been calling it something different your whole life, but if your partner asks for it, do it.

Compliment the parts they feel good about. This might be hard if your partner has body image problems (maybe they struggle to find any parts of their body they do like), but see if there are parts that don't feel at odds with their gender and hype those up! My girlfriend loves to talk about how broad and strong my shoulders are and how handsome she thinks my face is, and I don't necessarily believe her but it still feels incredible to hear every single time. I am literally obsessed with her tits and hips and ass and I let her know as often as I can because it sends her over the moon! Compliments like this can be a really good way to not only combat dysphoria, by taking away emphasis on parts or traits that don't feel so good, but also to give a sense of euphoria.

Directly related to the last one, use adjectives and titles that affirm their gender. Some that turn me into absolute jelly, as a vaguely transmasc-ish nonbinary lesbian: handsome, prettyboy, loverboy, good boy. Some that make my girlfriend's brain turn into soup as a trans woman: beautiful, gorgeous, honey, pretty girl, pretty thing, princess, kitten, angel. Your partner/s might not know what gendered terms will sit right with them, so ask first before you call them something new!

If your partner/s want to dress a certain way or modify their body to affirm their gender (letting their hair grow/cutting it short, getting piercings, going on HRT, getting surgery), support them. It doesn't matter if it's not a change you personally find attractive. What should be most attractive to you is your partner being happy.

Lastly, I wanna talk about what personally has probably been the most effective way my girlfriend and I have helped combat each other's dysphoria. It absolutely will not be helpful for everyone, but it's done wonders for us, so I want to talk about it while being clear that this isn't gonna be an approach that works for everybody. And that's been showing extra love to the parts of each others' appearances that we know the other person is dysphoric about. I struggle with on-and-off chest dysphoria, and she has or has in the past felt dysphoric about, among others, her facial and body hair, her height, the width of her shoulders, her voice, and her dick. But instead of avoiding these parts of each other's bodies, it feels good for us when they're given extra attention. The basic acceptance in going "yeah, your body looks like this, and you're still [x gender], and you're really fucking hot" has done wonders for us both. I know she sees me as nonbinary, so it doesn't bother me and in fact is very flattering and wonderful when she can't keep her hands or her mouth off my tits. I love that she can love them without seeing me as a girl. She loves when I pet and admire her stubble and chest hair and belly hair, when I cup her pretty cock and pepper it with kisses, etc. She says the way I treat her body makes her feel beautiful and feminine, which is everything I could ever ask for.

Again, that super won't work for everyone and I do not recommend it as a one-size-fits-all solution if your partner's feeling dysphoric. I've met plenty of trans people who would hate it, who hate having the things they're dysphoric about emphasized literally at all, who would be intensely uncomfortable or angry or sick to their stomach if someone approached them like this, and that's okay. Dysphoria isn't something you can just love away and I'm not advocating for that at all (and if you think it can be, fuck you). The only reason why this works for the two of us, I think, is because we both know that while the other person loves our body, they're also completely supportive of any and all gender choices we might make. My baby is really ecstatic that I just bought my first chest binder and that I'm looking into HRT options to increase the size of my dick, and I'm super excited that her tits have gotten bigger lately and that her figure is still changing. It's all-accepting acceptance, or it wouldn't be worth anything.

If you have any tips to add, please share them!

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sunflowersandmirage · 2 years

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what your favorite proseka ship says about you

ichisaki: you will fight everyone who says leo/need is boring. JUST LOOK AT THESE TWO? THE POTENTIAL FOR DRAMA AND FLUFF? UNRIVALLED

shihonami: you melt everytime shiho compliments honami’s abilities. you know when you have them together in lives and shiho says something and honami squeals? you do, too

polyneed: you’re very smart you love these girls and think they deserve to be happy (and also three girlfriends) also you probably think going from a four-way divorce to all dating is really funny

minoharu: your favorite kind of dynamic is goddess x mess of a lesbian. also ships where they both admire one another but one of them thinks they’re unworthy and/or the other doesn’t think as highly of them but in reality they adore them as much, if not more >>>>>>>>

shizuai: your favorite dynamic is boke x tsukkomi with a healthy dose of drama

minoshizu: you think the lack of braincells is what makes this ship so good. also the one who felt like she had to lie to be liked and the one who does her best but no one seems to support her? mwah

polyjump: SCANDALOUS! these four idol girls are IN LOVE AND THRIVING!

anhane: you want a relationship like theirs SO BAD, you’re so ready to hype the hell out of your potential s/o SO BAD!!! that or you just like galpals who are actually girlfriends

akitoya: you either hate when people call toya “blue todoroki” or you not only keep doing it, but also cackle everytime anyone does it. the romantic “bro” “bro...” exchange is where love peaked, actually

akian/toyahane/akikoha/antoya: holy shit you have a ton of willpower good luck going on tiktok dude

ruikasa: hee hee they make the nb flag- you think there’s an inherent romantic aspect of blowing stuff together (even though that “stuff” tends to be one of you...)

emunene: opposites attract and funky hair colors are your SHIT you probably also fall asleep reading fluff

emurui: you firmly believe there’s an inherent romantic aspect in causing chaos and the downfall of all human beings... probably

ruinene: say it with me, folks! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! also, you never fail to notice that voice rui uses when talking to her

polyshow: you saw all these candy coloured idiots and went “you know what’s the best outcome to this? all of them kissing each other”

sakurako/literally anyone in wxs: you think sakurako deserves a banner. and you’re right. special mention to sakunene (they sing love songs together claiming its “practice”) and sakukasa (they scream each other’s names and then kiss)

kanamafu: you kin mafuyu. i have not seen a person who loves kanamafu and doesn’t kin mafuyu. what’s up with you guys. are you okay (no you aren’t you kin mafuyu. my best wishes)

mizuena: WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOE-

kanaena: remember what i said at shihonami with the lives? you, but when ena uses The Kanade Voice. also, like anhane, you’re ready to support your s/o, if you want one!

mizumafu: just think of it for a minute... the one who’s ostracized because they stick to their real self and the one who’s praised for a fake and doesn’t know who she is... IT’S POETRY! ROMANCE!

kanamizu: kinda like kanaena, you love how supportive they are of one another. carnation recollection is most likely your favorite event as well.

mafuena: you like rivals to lovers but in the sense that one of them wants to rip the other’s throat and said other is just chilling, busy with their own problems (and then they come to understand one another and kiss)

mizurui: you’re SO SAD for middle school them. they were IN LOVE damn IT they’re so PRECIOUS LOOK AT HOW MUCH THEY’VE GROWN...!

mizuruikasa: why should mizurui and ruikasa fight, when they can all kiss each other?

anharu: you saw that one 1koma that was like “friends and rivals!” and you went oh. oh i can make something out of this HEHEHEHEHE

kohamino: you believe in the inherent romanticism of taking care of little animals together

anhaneminoharu: listen. they go on double dates a lot, that is canon, we’re all sure, but what if... what if they took the double out of double dates?

mafukasa: have they met? no. does it matter? also no. you will whip out the analysis-es or type an entire essay yourself LOOK AT THEM, EVEN THEIR PALETTES ARE OPPOSITES? WHY ISN’T COLOPALE LETTING THEM ME-

kanahona: you believe in the inherent romanticism of being married before even dating

akikasa: you think the key to a good ship is making sure one of the parts is suffering every second because WHY THIS IDIOT I’M GONNA CRY IT COULD BE ANYONE, LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE, BUT NOOOO... and the other part is just. existing

mizumino: you think minoharu’s invalanced because minori is... minori, so maybe she’d be better off with a fan who’s as excited as she is that she has a fan like that

aisakiemu: well, they got the valentine’s event! must’ve been for a reason! also they’re so pink and so cute and so precious... they would be so adorable together, listen!

mizuakikasa: well, they got the white day event! must’ve been for a reason! you hate akito shinonome. (you say this in the most loving way possible)

polyleader: you don’t care anymore, you just want them to interact again, like, i swear, they interact once IN A YEAR, you’ll take ANYTHING. PLEASE

ichinene: their little singing lessons are so cute. when ichika compliments nene and she blushes! and when nene compliments ichika and she blushes!

kanaichi: they’re soulmates. yes, just because they both like miku and each other’s hair. that “i’ve heard that voice before...!” thing they have going on is so soulmatey, woah

mafushizu: you think shizuku would love mafuyu even after revealing who she really is to her. and she would. she understands her struggle and sympatizes with her. and then they kiss

kanamino: “she’s shining...!” and that’s all you needed to want them to kiss. kanade’s been trying to save people for too long. minori’s been trying to spread hope for too long. they can let the other rest. they can be the help they need

mizusaki: they’re both interested in fashion and they’d dress each other up in their styles! they’re soft pink gfs (gender neutral (?) and that’s what true love looks like. also, you’ve probably read that one akikasa fanfiction

toyakasa/sakitoya: ... good luck.

enairi: there’s something really beautiful in watching your friend grow into someone important, and being so proud, but noticing they don’t like what they’re doing, supporting them through it, and seeing them rise and do what they love again

shizukasa: you have colopale on a STRONGHOLD why don’t they interact more often they’re childhood friends they go to their sisters’ concerts together everytime they hang out and someone comes to bother shizuku tsukasa acts as if they’re looking for him until they leave them alone and then-

polypicnic: Mizuki’s Many Many Beautiful Girlfriends. it’s what they deserve, honestly!

polyfantasista: iranai, subete wa iranai ojike (ojike) dzuita yabo no try manzoku nante soko ni nai menimieru awarena miraiomoidori ni dekiru life-te ni dekiru ka wa anata shidai kakushi tari nanka wa shinai dare yori mo hokorashige ni dekiru maindohora kono sakai no naka hoka ni wanai tashikana mono jibun igai wa kaimu

#proseka #ruikasa #akitoya #anhane #project sekai #colorful stage #prsk #ughgughgughghguhgh #i am missing SO MANY ships but i think these are the most popular ones #maybe a part two? it's late and i'm sleepy #sorry for my absence i forgot i existed for a sec #trying to replicate my onehit wonder with proseka and realizing how wordy i've become lmao #anyway #i usually gloss over ships i don't like but there's a ship i LOATHE with a passion you won't guess which one it is #if you do i'll... idk. write an entire fic for you i guess! yeah. yeah i'll do that

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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Ladies and Gentlemen, ✨them✨

requested || enemies to lovers trope with Oikawa, ushijima x y/n has a fanclub

oikawa, ushijima

oikawa 👑✨

being captain of the school’s volleyball team is only a plus to his good looks and charm

but what’s even more attractive is his s/o: you (who seems to be great at anything; sports, education, art)

you two together are a FORCE to be reckoned with ✨

it might be because you first started off as rivals in the beginning of high school

Oikawa always being the star and center of attention, finally found his rival when you entered the picture

“Hey, pretty thing. What’s your name?” is what he first said, even though knew the answer, his hand reaching out to help you up…

…right after “accidentally” tossing a ball at you during P.E.

you grumbled a response. “Oikawa-kun, you better watch your head,” you threatened.

it bothered Oikawa that everyone easily fell for his charms except you

so he kept finding a way to get your attention

he thinks that once he gets you to fall for his charms, he would claim “victory” against you

He leaned against your desk, showing off his final test grades.

“Nice one, Oikawa-kun,” you say, staring at the paper in front of you. You could’ve said ‘nice try’ or ‘not bad’ just to spite him, but maybe if you tried to be nice to him once, he’d finally leave you alone. He flips his hair, before bending down to your seat.

“It’s okay, y/n. Don’t be too upset. Not everyone can get high scores. If you need a tutor,” he points to himself, “I’m right here.” You felt a strong urge to wipe that smug look from his face so you smile and slip out your test grades, slapping the paper on the desk. Yours exceeded his. And you could see the grin on his face falter, like it always does when he realizes he’s lost the battle.

“You should come watch me play, y/n. You know, I’m the captain of the volleyball team,” he once asked because that was one area he was confident with. Wanting to know the hype behind this Volleyball captain, you decided to go.

That was probably the reason you started dating.

You saw the passion he had when he played volleyball. The fire in his eyes whenever he watches the ball fly precisely in the air.

Something about it inspired you.

So when you finally complimented him on it, he suddenly felt an unfamiliar emotion in his chest and warmth in his cheeks. The setter who is usually smooth-talking, found himself flustered for the first time.

From then, he’d seek ways to make you compliment him again. You could say that you charmed him instead. And even after you started dating, there is still a subtle rivalry. Like when you’re racing each other during a mile run, or reaching the school’s cafe first, even on test grades. Students would be running on the track like: “there they go again”.

Some would call it a special type of love language between you two. One minute you’re challenging each other, and the next you’re hugging and giggling in each other’s arms. Usually you win, but one thing you could never win against him in is volleyball. But that’s fine cuz you won each other’s hearts at the end.

ushijima 👑✨

talk about a power couple ✨

the thing is, Ushijima isn’t one who is affectionate and the best at showing emotion

so people assumed he was single at first

the news of you two dating spread throughout the school after what happened when he waited near the lockers for you after school.

a girl approached him with a letter in her hand, her cheeks flushed and eyes gazing down at her shoes.

you made it in time to see the girl stutter in her words as she hands the closed envelope to him.

“Toshi,” you say the nickname you had for him loud and clear. And Ushijima turns around with a panicked look on his face.

The girl jumps hearing your voice.

“Have you been waiting long?” you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek, making the girl’s jaw drop.

Your boyfriend mumbles a no, feeling more relaxed by your presence. You wondered if the girl was bothering him. He was not the best at receiving compliments, or much less confessions. You knew this based on your experience.

Her eyes flicker between you both, mouth still agape. “Wait. You two are dating? You two?!” You turn to the girl as if you’ve just noticed her presence. She was smiling which surprises you.

Before you could answer, Ushijima takes your hand in his and responds. “Yes. We are.” Your eyes flicker back to him in awe.

“Oh!” the girl places a hand on her chest, bending over, feeling relief. “Finally!”

“Wait what,” you deadpan. Ushijima still clutches your hand, standing next to you.

“I’m glad it was you, y/n.” The girl smiles again. Why is she smiling? Shouldn’t she be heartbroken? Crushed?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You squeeze Ushijima’s hand a little tight, making him cough into his other hand and you loosen your hold.

“Oh! Don’t you know people have been shipping you guys? There’s a fanclub for it!” The girl takes out a card from the envelope she was holding. “Here’s our socials!”

Ushijima remains silent, checking his watch as if he’s getting bored.

“What?!” you exclaim. “Why? How? When?”

“I know you have a lot of questions, y/n. We’ll answer them all if you join our groupchat. Okay, bye!” she squeaks before leaving you both in the empty hallway.

You turn to Ushijima who yawns. “Ready to go, y/n?” he asks mid-yawn.

“Toshi, did you not hear what she just said?” you ask your boyfriend.

“Oh, I already knew.” He leans against the lockers.

“You knew?!” Unbelievable.

“Tendou told me about them, but I just ignored them.”

“And Tendou knew as well?!”

“He claims to be an active member of the club,” Ushijima sighs, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Tendou?!” your head spins from the amount of crazy information being thrown at you. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Well,” he starts, taking both of your hands and intertwining your fingers. “I wanted us to find our way together. Without any outside help.”

His words remove any anger brewing inside you and you bring his fingers to your lips to kiss them.

Ushijima has always been a rational type of guy. He means every word he says, so it’s easy to trust him. “Alright, Toshi,” you say, taking his hands and striding down the halls. “We’re gonna go have a talk with Tendou.”

#🍙—reader inserts #🥪—requests #OIKAWA THATS TOXIC #YOU DONT THROW THINGS AT PEOPLE #love oikawa tho 💖#also idk what the ushijima one is #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru headcanons #oikawa tooru imagines #oikawa imagines #ushijima x reader #ushijima imagines

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nighttimeebony · 1 year

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LGBT Class 1A Headcanons because season 6 is making me sad

Izuku is bisexual. He's known this about himself for a long time, and he probably came out when he was still in middle school. He definitely had all sorts of hero crushes when he was younger, and he's VERY easily flustered by pretty people. He almost definitely had a crush on Hawks.

Ochako is also bisexual, but it's something she didn't figure out until recently because she doesn't have a lot of experience with dating or even crushes. Like Izuku, she for sure had her hero crushes, but it wasn't something she put a whole lot of thought into.

Iida is straight, but almost aggressively supportive of his friends. Iida is also flustered very easily, and he is very attracted to women who are confident, flirty, and capable in their field of expertise.

Bakugou is gay. End of list. He's never had any doubt about it, nor any interest in girls. Like at all.

Todoroki is gay and demiromantic as well as demisexual. Todoroki has no experience with crushes, dating, and almost no experience with physical attraction. Dating was never something he cared about until he came to UA and was allowed to discover himself and explore the uncertainties in his identity. He had a lot of help from his friends and definitely went down a dozen internet rabbit holes of research on the topic.

Tsuyu is a lesbian. Full stop. She's very comfortable with herself and her identity, and it's something she's always known about herself. Tsu and Habuko are technically ex-girlfriends. They dated for a little while in middle school, but the relationship kind of came to a natural conclusion when they found out they'd be going to different high schools. But they're on such good terms with each other regardless of the breakup, and they're still very good friends that love each other very much. Tsuyu's siblings love Habuko and think she's the coolest person ever.

Kirishima is gay, but his identity has always been a source of self-consciousness for him, as the few friends he did have in middle school weren't as supportive as they should have been. They weren't bigoted or anything, but they definitely made a few jokes and comments that made Kirishima feel self-conscious enough that he just never told anyone. Not even his mothers. It wasn't until UA that he finally told someone, and it was Mina, since he's known her the longest, and is probably the most comfortable with her, aside from Bakugou.

Jirou is the most flirtatious bisexual to ever bisexual, with an extensive list of ex-partners that she is increasingly proud of. Some people at her old middle school called her a slut for it, but haters gonna hate, and she never hesitated to deck those kids in the mouth because she has no fucks left to give.

Mina is asexual and aromantic. Because she doesn't experience romantic attraction, she's kind of obsessed with the concept of romance and shipping, and gets unnecessarily invested in her friends' love lives; almost like she's living vicariously through their romantic experiences. She also flirts with literally everyone purely for fun, and she refers to everyone with pet names like "babe", "sweetie", "hun", etc.

Satou is a straight trans boy with a lot of love to give and will punch transphobes in the face. His parents are loving and supportive and he was able to take advantage of gender affirming care since he was young, and has had a near seamless transition.

Momo is a lesbian, and thinks men are gross and women are goddesses. While Momo is... aware of her preferences, she doesn't have any experience with dating, as schoolwork and hero studies have taken up almost all of her time and attention, and left little room for dating in the spare time she actually had.

Sero is pansexual and proud and shameless. He and Jirou currently have a running bet about who's dated more people and who can collect the most phone numbers. They're either each other's hype man or nuisance depending on the person they're trying to ask out.

Shouji is also pansexual and is definitely some brand of gender non-conforming. Shouji most likely uses he/they pronouns, but he's never actually told anyone, because unless they deliberately ask for his pronouns, he just doesn't see the point in bringing it up. He kind of has a "don't ask, don't tell" mindset, in that they will not willingly offer information about themself unless it's prompted out of him by other people. Quite literally, if they don't ask, he won't tell.

Tokoyami is gay, and has only ever dated one boy. He revels in the mystery he thinks he has by intentionally keeping things vague and playing hard to get because he's a dramatic goth like that. He's secretly a massive dweeb, though, and Dark Shadow frequently cramped his style, so he learned to have better control over when Dark Shadow was allowed to be out and about.

Ojirou is straight, but also a massive ally. He's only ever dated a couple girls before UA, but he's a sincere, earnest gentleman who's always very honest about his feelings and very down to earth.

Hagakure is also straight and maybe a tad boy crazy. She's more than a bit of a hopeless romantic with all the restraint and dating habits of Mabel Pines.

Aoyama is also aro/ace like Mina and is riding that self-love train all the way, baby.

Kaminari honestly doesn't quite know what he is yet. He definitely likes girls, but he doesn't know if he likes... More than girls. He's currently doing a lot of soul searching (and even more internet searching). It's a good thing his friends are so patient.

Kouda is asexual and panromantic. The idea of sex more than kind of grosses him out, but the prospect of being in love and truly comfortable with someone is as appealing as anything. Dating is hard, especially for someone who struggles to speak on the best of days, but he's trying. And at the very least, he can take comfort in the fact that he knows his friends and family love him.

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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Spicy Box: Multiple Partners Based on: Dragonhearted

It’s a different kind of twist on the idea of “multiple partners”, but in a way that suits the things I like to write! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, I know I had a blast writing this. And special thanks to @reshirement for hyping me through this one and being just amazing!!

18+ Explicit Sexual Content ❤️‍🔥 (Read at your own risk)

I’m not sure how many I’ll finish, but I wanted to participate in a few of these Sweet and Spicy Bingo prompts with some of my favorite universes!

The life that Thorin led meant a variety of things, both before and after Smaug’s curse took hold. It meant that solitude outside of his formerly dwarven company was absolute, and that as a royal, it meant that his life would be full of luxury. Never did he have to bend his knee to anyone else as a Prince of Erebor, and especially now as the King of The Lonely Mountain.

And yet here and now, both things were being proven wrong, though it wasn’t just one knee he bent for another, but two, of his own volition.

In fact, the dwarf-gone-dragon was currently resting with his knees to the ground, as well as his palms. His claws were scoring lines into the stone beneath them through a partially torn rug that had once housed a few cups of cocoa, some books, and a hobbit for whom Thorin had grown very fond of over these past several weeks. Enamored was probably a better word for it, as Thorin wasn’t likely to bend himself like this for just anyone–only someone his heart called to.

He was attracted to Bilbo like a dragon was attracted to gold, and something about that analogy should have been alarming, or at least made him snort in amusement, but instead, here was Thorin with his head down, practically into the stone itself with his backside up like a feline stretching in the sunlight.

The fact that he purred was an added bonus, and one that his beloved guest behind him seemed to enjoy.

“If you purr any louder, the mountain might shake.”

Bilbo’s voice was low and sultry as he teased, causing Thorin’s entire spine to shiver as sparks rolled up and down it. As if to playfully spite the hobbit, Thorin’s chest rumbles only intensified in volume.

“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

What had started out as a simple reading date, just as they did almost daily around a hobbit’s tea time, ended with some unexpected erotica found on the bookshelves wedged between endless knowledge and children’s fables. An idea had been planted, one thing had led to another, and now here was Bilbo firmly planted inside the dragon of the mountain, again, and again, and again.

Tossing a small glance over his shoulder, catching sight of Bilbo through heavily lidded eyes and blown out pupils, that dark scaled tail gave a small lash in delight at what he saw. Bilbo in that fine yellow waistcoat of his and a perfectly tied mint shade cravat at his neck, blushing heavily from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. But what really caught the dragon’s attention was that concentrated tongue poking out of those plush hobbit lips, hiding the majority of each grunt and groan that came with each thrust that Bilbo put forward.

Thorin on the other hand, was anything but quiet. If he so much as tried to bite his tongue or the insides of his cheeks, pain was usually found afterward, and there was too much enjoyment as Bilbo’s cock continued to brush right across his prostate. It was almost perfect. When that perfect thrust did finally hit, Thorin’s tail straightened stiff for a moment, and a loud whine left his mouth before that tail draped over Bilbo’s shoulder like a scaly sash. The fact that such scales or otherworldly features didn’t seem to bother Bilbo only caused Thorin’s heart to swell even more.

“Are you alright, love?”

A low moan escaped Thorin at the words, dropping his head again and finding his voice even if the words were broken up by sighs and gasps as the hobbit’s slow and sensual thrusts of patience. “I am more than alright, Kurdûn,” Thorin purred, another grunt leaving his mouth as his fingers flexed and the faint sound of claws scoring stone practically echoed in his ears. “Uthurukul(harder),” he slurred with his eyes fluttering closed and his head slumping against one of his outstretched arms.

“I beg your pardon?”

Though the location of Bilbo’s voice was not where it should be, yet the feeling of being fucked so tenderly had never ceased, and it spurred Thorin’s eyes into opening as a set of hands clutched at his jaw to lift his head up. That same yellow waistcoat, those same glittering hazel eyes he adored, but now in front of him and staring him in the face while cradling his jaw. “Bilbo?”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Your Majesty,” and the mischief in Bilbo’s voice gave Thorin another shiver of delight. “It’s been a long time since you’ve relaxed properly, hasn’t it?”

By Bilbo’s guidance, Thorin’s head bobbed a bit as a gasp was caught in his throat with a particularly hard thrust into his backside. “Bilbo…” He moaned, the name rolling across his tongue so smoothly as if he was meant to say that one word alone for the rest of his days.

“Yes, beloved?”

Yet another word to cause Thorin’s spine to tingle and his mouth to stretch wide into a grin of both pride and genuine happiness. Though in all of this, he didn’t have half a mind to ask about how it was possible to have Bilbo thrusting behind him, and cradling his head at the same time. Perhaps hobbits had some trickery about them and that there was more to them than meets the eye. Magic wasn’t foreign in these lands, and Thorin’s current hybrid state was proof of that. Besides, the idea of having two things he loved? It made him moan again. “More.”

“You want more? I would hate to displease you, Thorin.”

A set of thumbs pressed to Thorin’s mouth as he sighed, taking advantage of that open mouth and mapping just where those sharper fangs of the dragon’s rested.

“Close,” Bilbo ordered, resting his thumbs across Thorin’s tongue.

Obedient as ever, Thorin did as he was told, finding the taste of Bilbo to be something addictive. There was something sweet about him, not only in his heart, but across his skin. It almost reminded him what honey tasted like, though it had been a long time since that particular ingredient had graced the mountain. A few seconds of savoring that honey-like taste, and Thorin’s jaw began to naturally clamp harder, and his eyes fluttered again, at least until Bilbo’s hands carefully pulled away.

“No biting.”

“Sorry.” Thorin felt like a pup being tutted, but as a hand came back and scrubbed through his beard lovingly, any negative feelings had been whisked away as quickly as they came. “Let me make it up to you? I promise I can be gentle.” Running his tongue across his fangs before dropping his eyes to Bilbo’s cock. Reddened, oozing with pre-come, and enticing Thorin even further as his eyes flickered up waiting for a response.

“Well, you did ask for more, but let’s just see if you can keep up with me, Thorin Oakenshield.”

As Bilbo eased forward, Thorin waited patiently, being mindful of his mouth as Bilbo’s cock soon rested on his tongue. That honey-like flavor was more abundant now than on a few thumbs, and it sent Thorin purring once more, closing his mouth gently and peering up at Bilbo for approval through his lashes as his tongue went to work. The wicked smile Bilbo bore was a warning sign, and one that Thorin couldn’t prepare for as he felt his tail being adjusted, but still draped over Bilbo’s shoulder and the speed of those thrusts picked up in speed, while the thrusts from the front just got started.

“Such a beautiful dwarf, you are,” Bilbo murmured as his hands continued to caress through Thorin’s beard with thumbs rubbing across the scales that decorated his cheeks. Thorin loved the attention, almost as much as he adored the sweet words. From love and talk of beauty, he hardly felt like a monstrous creature while sitting here on his hands and knees while being spoiled so thoroughly. “Beautiful and all mine.”

Bilbo’s hands had slid from his beard, which kept Thorin’s attention as he continued to take the thrusting from both directions, bobbing his head and minding his mouth with fingers gripping into his hair and giving a few tugs. Groaning around Bilbo’s cock as his own began to twitch in a steadily building agony, that groan turned to a whine, and from there everything accelerated once more.

This hobbit was merciless. The thrusts were relentless, and a grip in Thorin’s hair had changed to a grip to the horns on his head, tight and fierce at the base with a few curls caught in the mix as Bilbo’s sounds were no longer concealed by a concentrated look, and Thorin’s could only grow louder even with their lack of coherency. Whatever energy he had, Bilbo seemed to double, if not triple, it. It was like trying to keep up with an energetic rabbit for Mahal’s sake. After a few moments of Bilbo falling from pretty eloquent words to simply groaning out Thorin’s name, the dwarf-gone-dragon found himself constantly whining, his tail beginning to lash and slide away from one Bilbo’s shoulder while he stared at the one in front of him, practically begging with his eyes for release.

“Have you…had enough, Thorrrin?”

The way Bilbo’s R’s rolled in Thorin’s name practically had the dwarf spilling himself already. His brows knit together while trying to distract himself by sucking on Bilbo a bit harder, though feeling that hobbit from behind begin to drape across his back, Thorin’s legs began to quake. The hand that barely touched his own neglected cock was all it took. Teasing the head with a delicate thumb barely calloused by simply holding a pen, and he came quickly on a torn up rug in heavy spurts with shaking limbs shortly thereafter. Yes, he’d had enough, and yet it would never be enough.

Everything about Thorin seemed to slow down and grow lazy. His wings slumped, his tail was no longer lashing about like a whip, and his eyelids were heavy as bliss fogged his mind. It didn’t take him away entirely from servicing his hobbit, but the gentle strokes of one hand through his hair were far too comforting rather than encouraging him to be as vigorous as Bilbo had been a few moments ago.

The low hum of his purr was still just as strong as it had been before, those glazed blue eyes staring up, hoping to watch Bilbo crumple, and finding himself struck by the loving look he was given in return. Pink cheeks and a set of hands cupping at his face once more, rubbing those delicate thumbs across Thorin’s beard and scales. Bilbo was a sight to behold, and before the hobbit could say much else, Thorin was hit with the ever desired release he’d wanted from his house guest. It raced across his tongue, and he was certain he could feel a bit of the warmth sliding down his thighs before feeling disappointingly empty.

Swallowing down the expended seed from Bilbo, bitter as it was and nothing like the honey-taste of his skin, Thorin just sighed around the hobbit’s cock before sliding off as gently as possible. “See…?” Though the hoarse husky sound to his voice sounded a tad unfamiliar, Thorin swore he watched Bilbo’s ears wiggle at the sound of it. “I can be gentle.”

Bilbo’s thumbs rubbed gently at Thorin’s jawline, wiping away some spit and seed that had collected in his beard, but it didn’t stop the dragon-dwarf from shifting to toss a glance over his shoulder once more trying to locate the second Bilbo that he could hardly have imagined in all of this. Much to his surprise…there was nothing behind him. No Bilbo. Just his tail lazily sliding about.

A small huff passed through Thorin’s nose as he shifted to face forward, and much to his disappointed surprise, no Bilbo. A dose of worry began to creep across his face before something soft and heavy landed on his back from behind. The fabric of a large Ereborian quilt, lined with furs much like part of Thorin’s garb that only half coated him at the moment.

“Rest, now.”

Though Bilbo’s voice felt far away, it did bring some mild comfort as Thorin dropped, no longer relying on his palms or his knees to keep him up as he leaned the side of his face against one of his arms, eyeballing the score lines on the ground from where his claws had left their mark. A smirk of satisfaction crawled across his lips and his eyes fluttered shut as compliments regarding Bilbo began to tiredly flood from his lips. How wonderful his company was, how soft his curls were, and that soothing voice. Just about every innocent compliment Thorin could give…he spoke, until exhaustion finally took him.

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“Thorin?”

“Mm…golden…curls….” The dwarf murmured, his hands unwilling to move as they had a large blanket in their grasp, until a small shake came to one of his shoulders, jostling him awake. “Hm?”

A set of hazel eyes before him, perhaps a little worried in their expression, and Thorin was trying to make some sense of it as he blinked his tiredness away. He was seated next to the sofa within the library, Bilbo crouched in front of him, fully clothed, but hardly looking like he’d just gone rounds with an eager dragon on the floor.

“You fell asleep while I was getting to the good part of our story here,” Bilbo teased, tucking a bit of that blanket around his host some more. “I know you don’t fancy elves, but this is quite the tale!”

Thorin’s nose wrinkled as his eyes drifted closed once more, and discomfort settled in at his gut, rendering him more awake than he had wanted, and thankful that Bilbo had at some point had half a mind to cover him up like a dwarfling going down for a nap. “Bilbo?” While trying to feign tiredness as his hands roamed around beneath that blanket and the dwarf-dragon shifted along with them, Thorin had to wonder if he’d said anything else in his sleep. Or better yet, had he spent himself right here while Bilbo had been reading? Thankfully, that was something Thorin ruled out quickly as he continued to shift to better find comfort.

“Hm?”

“How long did you bore me for?” He lazily mumbled, ignoring Bilbo’s indignant snort.

“Fifteen minutes at most. When you started mumbling something about seeing double, I decided to let you sleep. It’s been a long time since you’ve relaxed properly, hasn’t it?” Bilbo hummed. “You’re kind of a restless sleeper.”

Thorin’s eyes locked onto Bilbo, wide and semi-concerned as apologies began to spill from his mouth before the hobbit gave a snicker–something wild and mischievous in his eyes much like the two in Thorin’s dream which settled absolutely nothing in his burning gut already.

“Don’t worry, a few loud snores and some blanket hogging isn’t about to scare me off.”

If that was the worst of it? Thorin supposed he could relax, or try to, anyway, especially as Bilbo hopped to his feet in remembrance of something other than Thorin’s silly napping patterns.

“Oh! I forgot, I had Dori put on a pot of tea for us, and then I’ll resume the story, and don’t worry, I’ll try to be more entertaining this time.”

And as Bilbo scampered off with a spring in his step, Thorin merely groaned while trying to will away his inappropriate thoughts. There was absolutely no way for that hobbit to be any more entertaining if he tried…unless there were say…two of him.

If only in his dreams, Thorin supposed.

#s&sbingo #bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #spicy fic #razzywrites #razzledrabbles #fic: dragonhearted #hobbit fic #bagginshield fic #bangingshield

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annachum · 1 year

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If Namor x Shuri were to actually become canon

I can totally see them having a slow burn former foes/rivals/political allies to lovers dynamic

Like :

. Being political allies had them work together in diplomacy and international relations related matters and such and find that they have even more in common than one may think

. Namor got his eyes opened to even more types of surface dwellers and realizes that....not all of them are like the Spanish colonisers that killed his dad 🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺😭😭

. Namor eventually admitting that he feels guilty for inadvertently causing Ramonda's death ( THE ANGST )

. EVERYONE IN TALOCAN KNOWS THAT NAMOR IS SMITTEN WITH SHURI AT FIRST SIGBT

. That received mixed feelings from the Talokanis ( some are more hesitant, some others just joined the shipping boat )

. Shuri at first doesn't feel exactly the dame way yet gradually became torn between her growing attraction to Namor and tormented from even THINKING of forgiving Namor who inadvertently caused Ramonda's death ( THE ANGSSSTTTTT )

. The two eventually start to wear elements of each other's home domains' clothing at times in front of each other. They told their cohorts that it is ' to persuade Wakandans/Talocans even more ' YET ALL THE TALOKANIS KNEW HE AINT SLICK and some Wakandans picked that up too.

. Nakia understands how Shuri feels throughout the whole thing and tries her best to support and watch over her through the whole thing

. Riri ( who became an online friend of Shuri's after BP 2 ) was all like a hype woman like, ' GIRL THAT DUDE IS MF DRAGON AND HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU HIS MOM'S BRACELET '

Shuri : (in a facetime with Riri )Uh, Riri, we are just political allies, NOTHING MORE.

Riri :Yeah? Well, uh, how do you explain you SUDDENLY wearing more green jewelry that I see on your Instagram posts, hm? Care to explain?

Shuri : * face red * Uh.....

. Both suddenly found even more common ground in their shared hatred for Valentina Fontaine aka Madame Hydra

. Namor : Valentina is what us Talokanis call (in Mayan ) a piece of rotten fish

Shuri : * laughs loudly * Ku, I think she looks like a pig in some freaky Kardashian wig?

Namor : Are the Kardashians like.....the land people's version of nobility or something?

Shuri : * proceeds to show Namor some pics and clips of Keep up with the Kardashians *

Namor : * grimaces and laughs * Such vulgar behavior and dress style! And land people actually LIKE these stuff?!

Shuri : Yeah, well, SOME. Not me. I just heard stuff from some others and just laugh about it.

Namor and Shuri : * both roll over with laughter *

Aneka : * from a distance watching and excitedly filming the interaction *

Okoye : * watches with Aneka yet shakes her head with exasperation and being like ' I'm watching you, sea dragon man ' and trying to help Ankea contain her suppressed laughter *

. Thor ( whom I think that Namor will be friends with sometime after BP 2, or they are friends already before that )basically becomes a hype man for Namor and offers some advice on how to ' court a mortal lady '

' You should swim up to the shore, send her flowers, and just write love letters '

' Uh, wear more purple jewelry? My friends in Wakanda LOVR purple jewelry. '

' Maybe show her that you are actually good with kids!'

Namor : * groans * Thunder man, I appreciate your advices, yet Shuri is not like your lover Lady Foster. Plus, I have an army of nieces and nephews from both sides of my household tree that reside in different parts of the ocean and they ALL have a way to drive people nuts.

. And then when, after some time, Namor and Shuri FINALLY got together

Riri, Aneka and Thor just high five each other

Okoye just goes ' Hurt her again, and you're good as filleted ' to Namor

M'Baku basically just TRIES to challenge Namor in ' a series of challenges to prove that he is worthy of Princess Shuri ' yet Shuri was all like, ' Well, he passed them all before, has he not?' with a big smirk on her face.

🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

#lol #aneka riri and thor being hype people and IM LIVING IT #nakia basically being shuri's protective yet loving big sis figure in this awww #okoye is a MOOD #aneka is a wine aunt #namora is just eating ocean dates and just watching drama go down #attum just shifts between tryna keep namor in check AND basically also be a hype man of his #namor x shuri #slow burn #rivals/former foes/political allies to lovers #THE ANGST THO #AND THE DRAMA

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Ok I have a really sad one but what about mattys been home for like a year after baby was born and you both agree that you're ready for the boys to go back on tour. You facetime every evening before baby goes to bed and usually they're playing with toys or sometimes matty reads them their bedtime story over facetime. Well this time baby decides to take their first steps on facetime and walk over to Matty and he is equally crying with joy/pride and sobbing because he's missing out on milestones and feels like the worst father ever

🌷🌷

Awwwww babyyyy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Matty has definite got into a somewhat silly habit of buying doubles of the children’s books that he gets his baby cuz he wants to have copies with him when he goes on tour. So that whenever he calls, he can let his baby choose whichever book they gotta read for bedtime. He sings a little lullaby after and everything.

And on days off in between shows, or in the tour bus, or their way between cities etc he like calls just randomly if he knows his wife is gonna be home and asks to be put on FaceTime and have the phone propped up somewhere in the living room so he can feel like he’s there with them. He just hangs out and watches his kid play and eat dinner and play with mommy.

So, one day, they’re both to put baby down for the night. But the kid is a bit too hyper to wanna go to bed. There are toys strewn on the floor everywhere, and they’ve gotten into this habit…you know when kids are first learning to walk, how they’ll first learn to use the edges of furniture to move around? Like they’ll hold on the edge of the coffee table and then the side of the couch or something to be stood up and sort of slinking around? Yeah, so it’s mainly that. Just baby trying to be brave and move around with the assistance of the furniture and whatever is available. For a while, both parents attention is on the child as they try to mentally and emotionally prepare for a difficult bedtime. They know there will be resistance. Maybe some tears. Matty keeps saying “two more minutes and then we really have to go to sleep. Mommy’s tired she deserves some quiet time.”

Then, the conversation kinda drifts to something Mundane. Like, Maybe Matty is talking to his wife about what him and Hann did that day or what sightseeing he wants to do once they get to their next city. But as they’re chatting, they both notice baby start to let go of the edge of the table and walk independently. They’re both trying to alert each other to what’s going on but they’re too excited to form full sentences so it’s just like “matty! Oh my god!!! Walking!! It’s happening!” And a bunch of squeaking from both of them. When baby makes it to the other end of the couch (just a few small steps later) they both clap and yell out “yaaaayyyy you did it babbyyyy” and start making up silly songs about their kids first steps and hype them up.

But as soon as they stop, and instead of complete silence, Matty’s sniffling fills the air. Mom is teary eyed too so at first she thinks it’s just happy tears. But then she looks at the screen and matty is full on crying. She makes a joke about how he’s the most emotional person she’s ever met but that’s okay because she finds his soft gentle side really attractive.

Matty eventually shakes his head and tries to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s not that…it’s just” and he pulls into the camera view a little onesie of the baby’s that he’d stolen to take on tour. He’s thinking about how by the time he gets back 6 months from now baby will have outgrown the onesie. “We’re gonna need to buy baby shoes now. And not those cute decorative ones. Real ones. For walking. A dad should fuckin be there for his child’s first shoes!” It dawns on him that this is his fate now. Baby’s first steps, first shoes, first words, soon it’s gonna be first day of school, and recitals, and birthdays, and what’s next? Graduations too? “Fuck, I’m not saying I don’t love my job. I’ve very very fortunate to still be doing this decades later. But….i just don’t think it’s fair. Parents shouldn’t have to work. Like ever.”

She tried to comfort him and tell him that she works too and she feels bad that her kid has to spend any amount of time without her during the day. That sometimes she sits at work, checking the time, knowing that usually when nap time is over, and that her child is going to wake up to someone who isn’t her makes her sad. “But it’s good for kids to see their parents work! We’re setting a good example. Ambition and drive are important! Besides, you’re here! You saw this and just cuz it’s over a phone screen, doesn’t mean it’s any less memorable. Do you really think that you’re going to forget the day that you saw your little baby take their first steps????”

“Well, I won’t now. Cuz it’s also always going to be the day I wept like my little baby over the phone a thousand miles away from you.”

“Tell you what? We can buy the new shoes together. You go to the store and pick them out. Mail them.”

“It’s not the same thing as-“

“Fine, fine. We’ll stay a few extra days the next time we fly in? Maybe we can take a trip? Every shoe store in town. We’ll test them out and everything.”

“Oh yes, yes! Do you think they still make squeaky ones?”

“Those cause headaches, Matty.”

“Or the laser ones. You know the ones that light up? Oh I used to love these on Louis. Just a little kid wobbling about shooting laser beams from their feet.”

“As long as they don’t make any disruptive noises-“

“Adidas trainers. The most comfortable. Hey, let’s all get matching ones. All three of us. It’d be cute!”

#🌷anon

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laxmiree · 1 year

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[CN] 5th Anniversary - Lucien (King Fuk Street)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

“I'm a bit surprised by this future me.”

“Since a long time ago, my eyes have always been fixed on the direction of the world, and I am accustomed to searching for truth and answers alone.”

“So I never imagined that there would be another person standing beside me one day in the future.”

(T/N: since every day basically follows the same routine of MC waking up in their hotel room to find Lucien not doing anything about his 'report' (lol), being suspicious about it, and then Lucien diverting her suspicion, for now I'll only translate the main part of the story and add other parts (chibi & hotel room) later~)

With the sun shining brightly, we went to a small store called "Step in Time" as recommended by the guidebook.

But when we got to the store, we met with a long queue of people.

MC: Isn't this store too popular…

I said that as I took a big step and hurried to the end of the line. Lucien stood behind me and reached out to lift my hair that was caught in my scarf.

Lucien: The store's AI technology is really attractive, according to the brochure.

Lucien: Using the keywords, descriptions, and personal characteristics entered by the participant, a simulation of their image from ten years ago can be generated.

Lucien: Then you can have a dialogue with yourself from 10 years ago

Lucien: I think this is a surreal experience that most people wouldn't want to miss.

I can't help but imagine myself and Lucien ten years ago, and I curiously tilted my head.

MC: If their AI technology can achieve this effect, it is worth looking forward to it.

MC: However…

I glanced at the long, endless line and angrily raised my fist.

MC: If it is over-hyped, I have to make an honest evaluation and defend the rights of consumers!

Lucien: The Great Producer has spoken, so how can I, as the program consultant not help?

Lucien: When the time comes, we will work together and strive to make them speechless.

Seeing that Lucien agreed with me in a good mood, I also smiled at him.

We finally entered the store just as the sun was about to fall into the horizon.

The clerk led us into a graphite-colored room with cube machines in the center, which reminded me of the technology that often appears in science fiction movies.

Clerk: Enter your information into the machine and proceed to the corresponding holographic projection room when you are done.

The clerk gestures to the two more doors at the end of the room and then turns to leave.

Lucien and I went to the machine with an unspoken understanding and began to enter information according to the guidance on the screen.

It's just that the process is taking longer than I thought –

It is necessary to capture the face and voice and enter personal information, preferences, personality, experience, and other information.

After pressing the final "ENTER", the screen popped up with small letters - "Do not worry about privacy issues. The system will automatically eliminate all information after the end of the dialogue."

MC: So professional...

I tilted my head and looked at Lucien, who was two machines away from me

MC: I'm finished. I am just waiting for the generation to be completed~

As soon as my words fell, Lucien also slightly tilted his head and looked at me with a smile.

Lucien: But… I'm more interested in talking to MC from ten years ago than to myself

MC: Eh? If you put it that way… I think I want to talk to you from 10 years ago too!

As I said that, I glanced at the closed entrance, made a plan, and lowered my voice.

MC: Lucien, should we secretly change places and enter each other's rooms?

MC: If both parties agree, it should be considered in line with the rules. What do you think?

Lucien: Of course, I have no problem with that.

In the dim light, I seemed to see a sly arc rising from the corner of Lucien's mouth. There is a faint illusion of "being tricked".

The machine beeped, "generation complete", not giving me time to think deeply about it.

Lucien: Come on, let's go in.

As he said that, he walked toward the room facing me, and I stepped in the opposite direction.

As the door closed, there was no light in sight. About a few seconds later, there was a glimmer of light around me.

A blurred outline of a human figure appeared, and a much younger "Lucien" appeared in front of me.

It was him at age 16.

I carefully traced the "Lucien" in front of me. The expression of his eyebrows and the angles of his eyes were slightly youthful, but on closer inspection, they seemed to be the same as now.

Isn't this AI technology too powerful? There is a sense of time travel, a real sense of facing each other.

As I was thinking about it, "Lucien" slowly blinked his eyes.

Young Lucien: Hello.

I couldn't help but smile as his youthful voice fell on my ears.

MC: Hello, Lucien. I'm MC from 10 years later.

Young Lucien: MC...

He softly read my name. His deep eyes lit up a little.

Young Lucien: So, are you someone I'll meet in the future?

MC: Yes, I'm the person you will definitely meet in the future.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze carried some probing and scrutiny.

MC: You don't seem to believe it?

Young Lucien: There is something special about you, but you are no different from anyone else.

MC: Really? And how do you see me now?

Young Lucien: Like… a butterfly.

Faced with his young face, I can't help but want to tease him.

MC: Pfft. Little Lu, the future you will have a different answer to this question.

MC: If you are curious, grow up quickly, and the future will give you the answer.

He looked at me as if he saw something through me. After a few moments, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Young Lucien: Then, I'm a bit surprised by this future me.

MC: Why do you say so?

Young Lucien: Since a long time ago, my eyes have always been fixed on the direction of the world, and I am accustomed to searching for truth and answers alone.

Young Lucien: So I never imagined that there would be another person standing beside me one day in the future.

Young Lucien: I'm surprised that you're here.

"Lucien's" voice is soft but clearly fell on my heart.

MC: In fact, you are still on the path of exploring the world ten years later, more determined than anyone else.

Young Lucien: If that's the case, then why are you still with me?

MC: Because...

I didn't know how to answer this question for a while, so I instinctively spoke without thinking.

MC: While you keep exploring the world, I will always try to catch up with you.

MC: Although you're walking very fast, I've managed to catch up with you a few times!

The "Lucien" in front of me froze and soon smiled.

Young Lucien: A future like this seems very promising if it really exists.

Young Lucien: But I'm curious about the answer. Maybe the future me has come to the exact result.

Young Lucien: That's why you're here.

Somehow, at this moment, I felt as if he and the current Lucien had overlapped with each other.

Young Lucien: See you in the future, MC.

As his voice fell, the figure in front of me slowly disappeared, and the door behind him opened automatically. I walked out of the room in a trance, just in time to see Lucien come out of another door.

Lucien: It seems that our swap was a good choice.

Lucien: MC from ten years ago was even cuter than I expected.

Remembering the miraculous "conversation through time" behind that door, I subconsciously blurted out.

MC: What did you and the "me" from ten years ago talk about?

Lucien: What did you say to the "me" from ten years ago?

Our voices speak in unison and then tacitly pause as if waiting for an answer from the other side.

MC: Hmph, I'm not going to say it first.

While we were talking, there was a joyful noise outside the window. When I look at the time, it's time to release the lanterns.

MC: Lucien, look!

The ink-colored sky was drenched with candlelight-like lanterns, fluttering and flying high.

The sky is filled with wishes, letting each of the sincere expectations given to the night have a home to return.

MC: It's so beautiful… Should we also release a sky lantern?

Before I finished my words, a sky lantern descended in front of us against the "tide" of lanterns.

I blinked and subconsciously raised my hand to catch it.

Underneath the tiny lantern filled with tiny flame, there was a note with familiar handwriting-

"Hello, MC."

In a flash, it seemed to mirror Lucien's "See you in the future" from ten years ago.

MC: Why is it here…

Lucien tightened his grip on my palm and looked at me with a smile in his eyes.

Lucien: Perhaps because this wish has unknowingly become a reality.

Lucien: So it no longer needs to fly to the sky, but to meet us.

#BABYYY #mlqc #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #love and producer

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