#I have two QPR's and sometimes we cuddle :) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

silver-ink-iron-words · 1 year

Text

T_T

This is so touching!

I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this. But then I was like, I've already made them wait long enough, and what's the harm of posting two things in one day?

Felt it'd be nice to have Part 6 be a little less plot-driven. You'll see what I mean

-------

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

QPR, Part 6

“[Hero], come on!” the villain called, from where they laid sprawled on the couch. “You said it wouldn’t take that long!”

“Hold on just a sec.” The hero’s voice floated from the kitchen. “They’ll be done soon.”

The villain scowled and flopped back on the pillows. “You never see Do-yun making Ha-rin wait around forever.”

“That’s because tv shows have this magical trick called the jump cut.” There was the sound of an oven door closing. “We'll just let them bake, and then they’ll be so good you won’t even remember the wait.”

The villain groaned.

Then they heard the sound of running water, and burst up, rushing into the kitchen. “Are you doing my dishes?!”

The hero jerked their head up like they’d been caught vandalizing. “I was just going to do a few while we waited.”

“Okay, one, you do not need to do my chores on k-drama night. And two, how long is the baking going to take?!”

The hero glanced to their phone on the counter. “’Bout fifty more minutes.”

The villain gaped. “That’s most of an episode!”

“Well I didn’t want us to have to pause the show during a big scene. This way we can – Jesus your hands are freezing!”

The villain had come up behind the hero to hug them, pressing their hands on the hero’s stomach.

“Come watch tv dear,” they said into the hero’s shoulder. “I’m cold without you.”

The hero shook their head, but also cracked a small grin. “You’re evil.”

The villain matched their expression and pressed their hands more. “Of course I am. It’s the only way I can get you to cuddle me.”

In the end, the brownies were, in fact, good enough to make the villain forget why they were annoyed in the first place.

---

“Oh my god,” the hero said.

The villain fidgeted. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” The hero looked up. “[Villain], it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The hero was holding a small fluffy teddy bear, its fur the black, grey, white, and purple of the asexual flag.

The villain beamed. “Really?”

The hero nodded gleefully. “He needs a name.”

“I think the tag says its name is ‘Fuzzy’ or something. You could – ”

“Ferdinand,” the hero decided, assessing the stuffed animal. “Ferdinand Bearnsby. The next Prince of Denmark.”

The villain wrapped the hero in a hug. “I’m so glad you like it.”

---

“So is [Villain], like, a law-abiding citizen now?” the hero’s friend asked.

“Uh, sort of?” The hero gazed around at the restaurant’s outdoor seating area. “They still break minor laws, but I think they’ve really toned it down to stress me out less.”

“Hey, that’s great.”

The hero swirled their iced tea with their straw. “Yeah, I guess.”

The friend quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t agree?”

The hero sighed. “Okay, so don’t ever tell [Villain] this, but I think their ‘devil may care’ attitude is maybe, kinda . . . a little bit cool?”

The friend grinned. “Oh really?”

In return, the hero’s smile was sheepish. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I secretly wish that they’d behave more like their old villainous self sometimes.”

“Hm, well I suppose that – ”

Something enormous crashed into the street, making all the dishes clatter. The hero and their friend both whipped their heads around to see the cause of the noise.

“[Villain]!”

“Oh hi [Hero]!” The fifty-foot tall mech waved at the two of them. “Fancy meeting you here. How did you know it was me?”

“[Villain], why are you in a giant robot?!”

“Isn’t it cool?” The villain spun around, their heavy feet cracking the pavement and the machine's hinges screeching with every movement. “I finally figured out how to get the power system working.”

“This is illegal.”

The villain laughed. “Ah okay, I see the issue. But, fear not my darling, for I have” – they pulled out a sheet of paper that looked miniscule in their enormous metal hands – “a permit!”

Soon after, the mech continued walking down the street, while the hero followed them, shouting at the top of their lungs.

The friend watched them go, and then chuckled. Those two maniacs were perfect for each other.

---

A-spec stories taglist:

@feline17ff , @piept , @doublericenobeans , @vioqueenofmushrooms , @pigeonwhumps , @thelazywitchphotographer , @taramacgay

152 notes · View notes

dreamsofanenbysapphic · 1 year

Text

arospec

a poem(?), a collection of ideas, things i have been thinking about, about relationships and the platonic/romantic binary

some citations:

arospec wiki sources, amatonormativity, instructional manifesto for relationship anarchy, my favorite poem by alok vaid-menon, aromantic manifesto, amatopunk

full text below the cut:

screenshotted text from various sources over a galaxy background, spread across two images:

arospec, is an umbrella term

People on the aromantic spectrum may feel little to no romantic attraction, or feel romantic attraction differently, more rarely or

Loveless Aro describes someone who is some way disconnected from the concept of love, rejects the idea that they need to experience love

Quoiromantic (also called WTFromantic experiences may include:

Finding the concept of romance to be inaccessible, inapplicable, or nonsensical.

the questioning itself

becomes the identity

Disidentifying with the concept of romantic attraction - either as a social construct or as something potentially applicable to oneself.

a disidentification with the romantic/nonromantic binary,

They may consider themselves relationship anarchists.

Amatonormativity

to describe the widespread assumption that everyone is better off in an exclusive, romantic, long-term coupled relationship, and that everyone is seeking such a relationship.

[elizabeth brake]

Due to the ambiguous nature of romantic attraction, sometimes defined by the actions that one takes during a relationship, such as holding hands, kissing, or cuddling. However, none of these activities alone necessarily indicate romantic attraction.

The prefix nebula- comes from the Latin word nebulous, meaning "clouded" or "unclear".

Queerplatonic relationships (QPR) and queerplatonic partnerships (QPP) are committed intimate relationshisp which are not romantic

This way of thinking is also one that places certain relationships above others, such as Romantic relationships being viewed as 'above' or 'superior' to Platonic relationships. If two people are dating they are 'more than friends'. If they aren't dating then they're 'just friends'.

Amatonormativity prompts the sacrifice of other relationships to romantic love and marriage and relegates friendship and solitudinousness to cultural invisibility.

Amatopunk!

challenges amatonormativity, and how society views aspec people, polyamorous people, and others who do not fit into the "right" mold.

Relationship Anarchy (abbreviated RA) is the belief that relationships should not be bound by set rules, aside from the rules the individuals involved mutually agree upon.

sensualarians have relationships that are often "in between" typical relationships categories, whereas relationship anarchy completely breaks down all relationship categories

Relationship anarchy questions the idea that love is a limited resource

i want a world where friendship is appreciated as a form of romance. i want a world where when people ask if we are seeing anyone we can list the names of all of our best friends

[alok vaid-menon, friendship is romance]

queer liberation must abolish romance as its long term goal aromantics aspire to:

view queer intimacies as web-like counter-publics that reinforce rather than compete with and enervate each other.

transform queer intimacy into political solidarity and action.

[aromantic manifesto]

Relationship anarchy (sometimes abbreviated RA) is the application of anarchist principles to intimate relationships. Its values include autonomy, anti-hierarchical practices, anti-normativity, and community interdependence. RA is explicitly anti-amatonormative and anti-mononormative and is commonly, but not always, non-monogamous.

With one's relationships starting as a blank slate, the act of distributing physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc. is according to one's desires rather than preexisting "rules"

Queerness is a longing that propels us onward, beyond romances of the negative and toiling in the present. Queerness is that thing that lets us feel that this world is not enough, that indeed something is missing.

[josé estabon muñoz, cruising utopia]

#arospec #relationship anarchy #amatonormativity #queer poetry #napowrimo #nebula writes #or in this case nebula collects a bunch of screenshots of ideas that live rent free in their head #it was useful to me to organize the ideas a bit #everyone pretend i spelled cruising right in the image

130 notes · View notes

themagicmusicman · 2 months

Text

Why did no one warn me that being in a QPR would be so difficult?

(For context, my QPP and I met about 3 years ago and have been very good friends for at least 1. We established the QPR about a week ago.)

For ages, even before our relationship began, we were very physically and emotionally close. Obviously, a lot of people would think we were dating, and it almost became a sort of joke. It was funny to have people come up and ask us if we’re dating and just go “Na”.

But once the QPR began, i’ve noticed a lot more people thinking we’re dating. We feel comfortable being more physically intimate with each other now that we have established our boundaries, and i’m really glas about this. However, this means that we now present more like a couple outwards.

Obviously I don’t expect people to see me and them being intimate with each other and be like “Oh they *must* be in a QPR!” but I think we’ve both found it really hard to have everyone think we’re dating.

I’m not aromantic, but they are and we have very clearly specified that our relationship is every type of attraction bar romantic and sexual. Having people think they’re in a romantic relationship with me when that’s something they’re uncomfortable with really hurts me (and them, obviously).

I have told my mum that our relationship isn’t romantic or sexual, but she still doesn’t seem to understand. She says things like “Oh but you present very outwardly as a couple” and “People are gonna think you’re dating with the way you two act with each other” and “But you cuddle and kiss! How is that platonic?”

I love them so much and it really upsets me that even when we tell people that we’re in a QPR they just don’t seem to understand.

(By understand, I don’t mean understanding the term QPR, rather understanding that our relationship isn’t romantic or sexual. When we tell people and they ask, we do our best to describe the term, which can be hard as sometimes we don’t even know what it entails. The term QPR can vary between individuals and describing something that doesn’t really have any one description can be tricky.)

I’m so happy with the relationship itself, it just annoys me that most people don’t even try to understand what we have. I’m also just slightly upset with how seriously people take QPR’s. But I digress. I love my QPP and we will push forward, no matter how hard things ge- ok this isn’t a goddamn ted talk fhjshsjh

Rant 👏 Over 👏

#MMM rants #qpr #qpp #qpr positivity #queer community #lgbtq

8 notes · View notes

polyamorouscultureis · 9 months

Note

Hey, I'm asking this because I'm kind of an emotional wreck right now and I think I may really need a bit of advice. So, my partner knows that I'm polyam and they've been nothing but loving and supportive since I've figured that out, which was like a year ago lol, they even adore my favourite polyam media and stuff too.

I'm confliced though because we have a really, really close common friend between us whom I feel very safe and comfortable and loved around, and that friend means the world to my partner as well. I'm arospec, so I don't feel romantic attraction usually, and this isn't an exception to that, but my relationship with my partner is still romantic. I can't really envision myself in a romantic relationship with our friend, but I really want to hold them and be with them and also just spend my life with them the way that I would with my partner, but the feeling isn't, "I love you and want to date you." it's closer to like, "I care you Q^Q" with a lot of just wanting to cuddle and kiss spend your life with them. It feels like some of the qprs I've had and I think my feelings towards our friend might be queerplatonic, but

I have absolutely no clue how to tell my partner that because it's a big topic

If things don't work out relationship-wise, I'd feel distraught because I care about these two people a lot.

I know that our friend is also polyam, but uhhh.. It's still a heavy topic

I still feel bad and I have no clue how I would approach my partner about this.

Sincerely, I am dying. (I can manage this and it isn't urgent so please don't read this and get worried <3) I just wish that feelings were a bit easier to navigate sometimes and I'm not sure what course of action I should even follow through with in this scenario.

Thank you for your time here if you do choose to respond to this, it genuinely means a lot to me, and thank you for all of the people you've helped out with your page too. I hope you have a lovely day. Take care <3

Feelings for others can be so very confusing, especially trying to define lines between friendship and romance, and ESPECIALLY as an arospec person. It's great that your partner is so supportive of you being poly - and the fact that your friend is also poly means that the conversations you're wanting to have will probably go better than you expect!

Sending you good vibes, anon :)

#polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #lgbtq #poly #polycule

22 notes · View notes

dilfsuzanneyk · 8 months

Note

bbc ghosts (obvious choice I know)

thank you for the ask!

Favourite character: ROBIN BEST BOY!! unbothered and knows when to shut up we love to see it

Second favourite character: tory mp julian fawcett obviously. he's horrible and i love him

Least favourite character: barclay. i hate his ass i hope alison kills him in the last series

The character I'm most like: robin probably! i'm perfectly fine with just going off to do my own thing if i'm uninterested, but i also just like causing shit (nothing harmful just a bit of fun). also i love chess hehe (im by no means good at it). i connected with him during Gone Gone too. i don't take loss very well, i don't like the expectation everyone has where you have to be mellow and quiet after it because sometimes you're just not ready to do that yet. so him spending the day just having fun and then having a moment of quiet after to really process struck a chord with me. he's like me fr

Favourite pairing: CHESS HUSBANDS!!! they're in love but not in the way you think. a qpr to me. i know they banged though just trust me. a close second would be humphrey/sophie tbh i've recently gotten really interested in those two

Least favourite pairing: captain/havers. there's just not much there to me, and i'm a sucker for captain being broken and constantly expecting abandonment because of what happened between them only to slowly unlearn that with the other ghosts.

Favourite moment: the bit in s3e4 where julian and robin get spooked and run around through the forest. and then the next morning they're cuddling in the alcove. your honour they're besties they're roommates they're chess mates

rating out of 10: 9/10 babey!! would be a 10/10 but we'll see when the last series comes out :] amazing show everyone go check it out rn

#i've been meaning to rewatch ghosts but i am so scared. this show means so much to me if i rewatch it again i might explode #bbc ghosts #asks #ask games

12 notes · View notes

the-force-awakens · 2 years

Text

hi I'm nym (or sometimes tegan). I'm twenty three, aroace & happily in a qpr with some of my very best friends in the whole galaxy, and I'm extremely autistic & adhd. I dabble in making gifs and writing fanfic, but most of the time you can catch me rambling and daydreaming.

fandoms you can regularly expect to see here are star wars (sequel trilogy), moon knight, spider-man, taylor swift, ryan bergara & shane madej, doctor who (rtd & moffat eras), and oscar isaac.

I track the tag #usernym if you'd like to tag me in anything (I love seeing what people make!)

I tag spoilers for shows for one week, and for movies I tag them for about a month, but I don't have a huge habit of watching new releases (or if I do, I don't have a habit of blogging about them).

keep in mind that I'm an adult, and semi-frequently post/reblog mature fics and on occasion, nswfish text posts or semi-explicit scenes from tv/movies, so be sure to blacklist "adult tag" if you aren't interested in seeing that.

I do my best to tag content warnings, but if you need something tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know.

I self-ship which means I make and reblog a lot of reader and self-insert content, if that's not your cup of tea you can blacklist the tag #fic rec.

if you're interested, you can find my old fic masterlist below, along with more information and quick tags for my self ships that I occasionally blog about here, my primary oc, etc etc.

self-ship masterlist 💞

I've been writing reader fic since 2020, beginning on blogs that are now archived (/luminouspoes & /userpoe). you can also find most of my fics on my ao3, along with general canon verse fics, and fics for my self-insert (and light of my life), Volya Doneeta.

my f/o galaxy 💫

all general posts for self-shipping can be found under f/o galaxy 💫. this includes yearning posts (seeing as I'm aroace, they don't have any other purpose lmao), as well as some edits and fics.

majority of my self-ship (and all my more mature) posts can be found on my sideblog @starlightpoes which is 18+ in nature.

falling feels like falling 🪐💕 | poe dameron (main)

lost in the moondust ✨ | mk system

fics masterlist ✒️💌

All fics are written to be gender neutral, although smut fics feature afab!reader. I've only written for Oscar Isaac characters, but primarily Poe and sometimes the MK system (but have written for other Oscar characters in the past, because things snowballed). smut fics will be marked with this emoji: 🔞

(I have not written any reader fic in quite some time, and frankly I'm not sure if I'll return to it or not - and if I do, whether or not I post it here will remain to be seen.)

all fics can be found under the tag myfic.

poe dameron 🪐💕

two birds, one stone 🔞

help me slow it down 🔞

night skies in the mirror of you 🔞

hold on just a little tighter 🔞

puppy dog eyes 🔞

heaven in hiding 🔞

permission to kiss

half asleep is a good look

kisses while cuddling

that's the kind of love 🔞

compatibility

smiling in between kisses

kisses in the shower

green green dress 🔞

moon knight system 🌙✨

let's go somewhere

we all shake a little bit 🔞

thank you for protecting me

you can kiss me, you know

#nym speaks #im still so soft over the banner 🥺

32 notes · View notes

aroaceconfessions · 2 years

Note

I'm not native and started writing this at 1am so my apologies for the possible typos/mistakes

I've been thinking maybe I'm aplatonic (or demiplatonic), googled it and got a bit confused. I mean... what is platonic attraction? The definition I thought fitting actually describes sensual attraction better. Also, as I see it, platonic love is still a form of love, and I'm a loveless aromantic due to trauma (I probably have been aro my whole life, it's just the loveless part that got added later), so is it right to say I'm apl-spec since these attractions (or rather lack of them) overlap?

I've read that "platonic feelings might transform into friendships or QPRs", and well, I have friends. At least I think I see them as friends? But I don't actually feel different about them? It's more of "ok, this person knows me well, I know them well, so nothing's gonna save them from hearing about this fandom thing" or "we trust each other and can be sure the other won't judge me for things and will support me if I'm feeling down". But for me, those are just facts. I don't have separate types of feelings for friends and not-friends. And if I want to do some things with them that are considered platonic, it's not because I feel certain way about them but because I'm a tactile person. I'd cuddle someone I've met 10 minutes ago if they'd agreed

But sometimes I do feel something you'd call a platonic attraction. Now it works mostly for fictional characters (but very few of them, I can name max 3, two of which are my kinns, and the other one used to be my role model), but used to work for real people too (again, rarely). It happened when I met someone for the first time, they seemed like a very interesting person, and my brain went "hey, now we're gonna think about them for the next month!!" But after that it stopped, and uhhh... there is another friend whom I don't feel anything about anymore? Yay.

All things considered (and given I'm not terribly wrong about aplatonic attraction), I think I might be apl-spec but. There is a but. I've read a bit of apl-specs' posts about their experience, and it doesn't? sound? quite like mine? I'll dig more into it tomorrow (well, today, it's 2am when I'm typing this) but for now all of it is a bit confusing

#never apologize op #aplatonic #loveless #aro #aromantic #aspec #arospec

24 notes · View notes

qprstories · 1 year

Note

So I just wanted to give a little overview of my situation to show what a QPR and the process of figuring out how to define a relationship can be like. I'm a nonbinary aroace, and my partner is an allo bi woman. We've known each other since we were children and have strongly overlapping social circles in general, which consist of pretty much all of the queer people in our age range in the small town we both lived at that point lol.

The history: We considered ourselves best friends for a long time, until we were teenagers and she came out as bi and admitted having a crush on me one day sat on my bed. At this point I believed I was a girl, thought my attachment to her must also be a crush, and that I must therefore be either bi or a lesbian myself. Not long after this, I learned the words to express being asexual, and for a while considered myself an asexual lesbian. Then whoops, not a girl. Started calling myself asexual trixic to combat dysphoria I personally had with the word lesbian at that point. Slowly realised I wasn't alloromantic either, and struggled with a specific label for that for a while. All throughout this, we called our relationship many different things, went through a little bit of a pseudo-breakup at one point when she didn't understand what I was trying to express about the way I experience attraction.

I've only settled on 'fully aroace' pretty recently, which prompted me to re-evaluate things all over again.

As of right now we call each other our partners and I think QPR is the best descriptive term for our relationship, but that may change again in future, and in general we don't like to label our relationship.

My partner is also polyamorous, and has intermittently been with two other partners (who are also partnered with each other) during the time she's been with me, so I guess I'm loosely part of a polycule too?

A little bit about the peculiarities of our relationship: We don't spend much time physically together due to distance after we both moved out of the town where we met, and I'm not good at speaking over the phone due to neurodiverging reasons, so our primary interaction is texting. We send each other memes, cool videos to watch, things related to the other's interests- a lot of the sort of stuff you'd find in a typical online friendship, really. When we are together, we cuddle, hold hands when walking around, lay on the couch together, and we have kissed a few times. We wouldn't do anything more intimate than that. She has no issue with being casually naked in front of me (which she absolutely wouldn't do with a friend, for example) and I've seen her that way many, many times, but I wouldn't be comfortable letting her see me even partially undressed (which she understands). She's told me she would like to sleep in the same bed as me (in a literal sense lol), but even though that idea does appeal to me in theory, for sensory reasons I wouldn't be able to enjoy it. I've spent around a year living in her house over the last few years, in two stints of about six months each. Both times I only went to visit, and whoops, guess I live here again. There's currently an open offer for me to move back in whenever I want, but sadly I can't for the forseeable future. She has a child with one of the aforementioned partners, and the child calls me by my name and knows me as her friend. Nobody considers me to be a parental figure to that child in the slightest.

In summary: I, an aroace person, am in a QPR with an allo person who has little to no exposure to anything aspec outside of me. It's taken a lot of explanations, conversations, and sometimes compromise on both parts, and here we still are!

<3 thank u for the first story anon!!!

#qprstories #thank you for the first anon!#queerplatonic #qpr #queerplatonic relationship

14 notes · View notes

bloodof-leaves · 2 months

Note

here’s the story:

me and my friend, we’ll call her C, are very close, and neither of us really give two shits about what’s deemed “inherently romantic” so we sometimes kiss, cuddle, that kind of thing

this, naturally confuses some people, and some of those people start to think we’re in a romantic relationship or at the very least are romantically interested in each other, and C and i find this hilarious, so we decide to act more confusing (there’s also the fact that i’m pretty sure i’m arospec)

so we have some mutual friends that i haven’t really talked to in a while, and these friends start thinking that we’re DESPERATELY romantically in love with each other and just oblivious to our own and each other’s feelings, and C and i find this really fucking funny, so we egg them on

about thirty minutes after we do this, i get this text from someone i rarely ever talked to, but still know and i lose my shit

now yesterday, the person got to asking if we were a qpr, then when i answered “no”, made a group chat with me, C, themself, and later one other person and started going down a list of different types of relationships, asking us which one we were

now somewhere in the middle of this, C and i talk and decide to experiment with what we do label what we have going on, and right now we’re going with just not labeling it at all, so NOW we can be even more confusing

at some point in the group chat i say “this would be a really funny time to mention im arospec” and now for one person its slightly less confusing and for the other, its the same amount of confusing and C and i have no intention of making it any clearer

KWJDKEHDJE THE BIT ABOUT GOING DOWN THE LIST OF RELATIONSHIPSSS THATS SO FUNNYYY. LIKE "ok crossing that one off too. qpr? no? okay not that one eithrr. ok how about-" THE DESPERATION OF OPENING A GROUPCHAT ABT IT 😭😭

Oh that's peak.

Being physically affectionate with your friends and then simply Not Elaborating is awesome. Like im pretty sure one of my cishet friends from my class thinks a friend of mine and I are also dating at this point 😭😭 power move, honestly

#teatime asks

1 note · View note

anythingamarantha · 2 months

Text

I consider myself aroace, and yet I have a boyfriend. This makes me feel weird. However, I approach it as a QPR because I definitely amn't sexually attracted to him, don't understand it; on a fundamental level I don't understand romance either. Like... most romantic gestures can be platonic too, so I simply don't get it.

However, I do love him and he's my favorite person. I want to build a life together with him, though I'm honestly very afraid of the possibility we're incompatible living together or if he ever just decides... what I give isn't enough.

Because the whole relationship is on my terms. We don't kiss, not lip-to-lip because I don't like it, don't really wanna do it. I tend to end our little sexual explorations early because I'd rather cuddle.

There's also some stuff that concerns me regarding him. It's nothing dangerous but... he's really gung-ho about getting married and having bio kids. I'd rather just foster teens and up. Foster and adopt. I don't even like kids. Baby kids. I'm not around them all that often, but the idea just doesn't appeal to me.

I kind of figured/assumed I was aroace because... well, I've never felt "attraction" towards anyone that is sexual or romantic. I think. How do you describe the lack of a feeling? I don't understand it when people call others "sexy" or "hot". I tend to go with "pretty" or "beautiful", sometimes even "gorgeous", but half the time that isn't even aimed at their body. It's more their aesthetic appearance. But I don't want to get close to them, physically entangled with them. Not most of the time.

I enjoy fantasies but irl... it's not really my thing.

I dunno. Being aroace or assuming I am is just kinda confusing. When I was younger, I knew people were doing that stuff, getting into relationships, having sex; yet I had no interest in it. I avoided potential romantic relationships because I was scared they'd ask for more than I was willing to give and they'd push me on the point.

One of my favorite things about my Beloved is that in the early times, when we were still kinda getting to know each other and I was aloof, he asked if he could kiss me. And he accepted it when I said no and didn't push the issue. He didn't just act and expect reciprocation, the way you always see in movies and books, where two characters just look at each other and then they're leaning in, with their eyes closed, and their lips meet. He asked, requested permission, and didn't fight it when I said no.

... but anyways.

#aroace #ace spectrum #confusion

0 notes

queerplatonicpositivity · 3 years

Note

Sometimes I think I want my friend to be my qpp, and sometimes I don’t, and I can’t tell if I want a qpr but I am afraid to be in one because I never learned intimacy/how to be close with someone, or if I don’t actually want to be in a qpr but I’m afraid I will loose my friend if they ever get in a relationship because I will become less important to them than their partner(s).

Any advice?

Hi Anon... this is a tough place to be in! I can definitely identify with being scared of losing friends if they get into romantic/sexual relationships because amatonormativity ends up with most people prioritizing their romantic/sexual partner(s).

One of the things I've really been reflecting on lately is the idea of centering what I want a relationship to look like instead of what terms are used for it.

In this case, maybe that could help? Instead of worrying about whether you do or don't want your friend to be your qpp, or if you do or don't want a qpr, you could kind of reflect on what you want your friendship to be like with this person. How much time would you like to spend with them? What kinds of physical activities (like cuddling or not) would you want to do?

And then you could try talking with your friend. It's okay to be open an honest. You could say something like, "I know that you care about me as your friend, and I'm grateful for that. I am also a little scared that one day, if you end up in a sexual or romantic relationship with someone, I will end up being less important to you. Could you give me reassurance that we will keep working to make our friendship a priority, no matter what other relationships we have in our lives?"

And then you can give them a chance to see if they can give you that kind of reassurance. For the reassurance to really be effective, it might involve talking about details. What would it actually look like for the two of you to continue to prioritize your friendship together, regardless of other relationships in your life? And being able to talk about that together might help with some of the anxiety you have.

I hope this helps, Anon. Please feel free to come back with any updates!

#asks #Anon #queerplatonic #queerplatonic relationship #qpr #qpp #queerplatonic partner #communication #friendship #amatonormativity

24 notes · View notes

novaliae · 3 years

Text

hey mcytblr (and by mcytblr i mean my two followers who like mcyt), let’s talk about aphobia

recently aphobia has been rearing its ugly head on mcyttwt and elsewhere in the fandom. it started with this clip of phil responding to a dono about whether he’s okay with fans headcanoning c!phil and c!techno as a qpr (queerplatonic relationship). transcript of the clip:

dono: are you okay with people portraying you and techno’s characters as qprs? qprs are platonic life partners. it’s an argument in the fandom.

phil, over the last sentence of the dono: i don’t give a shit. i—i just don’t give a shit. it’s headcanons; it’s not real.

(it’s my first time doing transcripts of things so i hope i did it right)

unfortunately, this led to problematic shippers claiming their romantic headcanons or fancontent was actually a qpr. the most blatant include a tweet from a t*chza artist depicting phil and techno kissing with the caption “besties” and replies full of people mocking qprs (ie qrting the art and adding “i love queerplatonic relationships”). the implications, of course, are that people who hc c!phil and c!techno or any other duo in a qpr are just closet problematic shippers, and that qprs don’t exist by extension. and naturally, twitter being twitter, this has spiraled into a whole lot of “aphobia doesn’t exist” and “aces/aros aren’t oppressed” and a bunch of other all-around nastiness/anti-ace sentiment.

let’s unpack this.

first of all, what is aphobia, and what are qprs? if you haven’t heard of it before, aphobia is the discrimination against or invalidation of people on the aromantic or asexual spectrums. people on these spectrums do not experience romantic/physical attraction or may only do so only in certain circumstances. this means that aspec people often do not end up in a “traditional” romantic partnership, especially if they identify as aroace (both aromantic and asexual; aroaces experience little to no sexual and romantic attraction). aspec people will sometimes instead be in a queerplatonic relationship. a queerplatonic partner, or qpp, is most often described as a platonic soulmate/platonic life partner, and is someone with whom you form an intense emotional bond (something beyond traditional friendship) that is inherently nonsexual and nonromantic. the most common dsmp fandom interpretations of queerplatonic relationships are c!beeduo, who are platonically married in canon, and c!emeraldduo, who are the subject of the dono phil received.

ace and aro people are constantly invalidated and forced to justify their ace/aro-ness. we hear all the time that being aspec isn’t really a thing or that we’re confused and don’t know what we actually feel. by implicitly stating that qprs are not legitimate or that they’re romantic relationships in disguise, aphobes a) imply that ace or aro people with queerplatonic partners are actually in a romantic relationship but won’t label it like that because of stubbornness/stupidity/lack of understanding, and b) push the notion that deep and lasting connections cannot exist beyond romantic/sexual partnerships. which. is absolute bullshit and blatant aphobia.

cuddling, holding hands, and kissing on the cheek/forehead (behaviors often part of queerplatonic relationships) are not inherently sexual/romantic. let me say this again for the aphobes in the back. cuddling, holding hands, and kissing on the cheek/forehead are not inherently sexual/romantic behaviors. they are things that sexual/romantic couples may do, but they can also be integral parts of relationships that aren’t based around that sort of thing, like friends and families and yes, queerplatonic partnerships. when fans create art of qpps holding hands or fics where they cuddle and bump foreheads, they are not meant to be interpreted as shipping. i know i’ve said these words so much they’ve stop sounding like actual things, but implying otherwise is amatonormative and is aphobic.

by writing off all queerplatonic partnerships as shipping, or hell, even close platonic ones that aren’t explicitly labeled as queerplatonic, you are erasing a massive facet of the ace community while continuing to conform to an incredibly rigid and liner mindset about what attraction is/isn’t. nothing is more invalidating to an ace or aro person than claiming something they do is sexual/romantic when it clearly isn’t meant to be interpreted that way. we have made it clear that what we feel (or don’t feel), and you are blatantly ignoring that. you are repeating the same old tired stereotype that aspec people do not really exist and we’re only confused or too afraid to confront our “actual sexualities.” stop sexualizing queerplatonic relationships or turning them into something they’re not. qprs are not the next “just gals being pals,” they’re just aspec people trying to exist and sick of having to constantly justify their existence.

i could do a whole other post about exclusionist arguments i saw in some of the tweet’s replies like “aspec people aren’t really oppressed” and “aphobia doesn’t exist,” and maybe i will later on, but this is primarily about the general mockery made of qprs on twitter.

stop belittling ace people. stop mocking qprs. i am sick and tired of the aphobia/amatonormativity in this fandom. let’s be better than this.

please reblog and raise awareness!

20 notes · View notes

illfoandillfie · 3 years

Text

Don’t Talk To Me About Love

Day number 4 of the Platonically themed event! This is another idea thats sort of been bouncing around my head since I posted Platonically. In the months since then I’ve started and stopped this blurb about 60 times - at one point I intended it as a sequel but then ended up absorbing part of the plot into PNDDAOF. But here we are. It is somewhat complete and I’m much happier with it now then I was before.

Yet again, this blurb is inspired by a song - Don’t Talk To Me About Love by Altered Images (less the lyrics and more just the title but it’s a bop so like check it out anyway lmao)

Words: 2,150

Warnings: It’s about the Communication. There’s talk of an argument but nothing specific and honestly this is mostly just about the two of them Dealing with something out of the ordinary.

Every morning with Ben follows the same pattern. No matter who wakes first, no matter how long it takes you to get out of bed, Ben will greet you with a kiss on the cheek. It’s a litmus test of your disposition and a lesson hard learnt. Most days you’ll lean into him, wrap your arms around him, press your lips to his, snuggle back into his embrace, and he knows that it means you’ll be okay with the actions that convince others you’re boyfriend and girlfriend. But every so often it’s different. Those days, what he has come to call your no romo days, his cheek kiss will be returned but you’ll pull back before he can sweep you into something deeper, a sign that you don’t have the patience or energy or whatever it usually takes, to deal with romance. Those days are few and far between, mostly occurring months apart, seemingly at random. But because of that it took quite some time before you got the hang of dealing with them as partners. On your own it had been easier to avoid romantic expressions, but with Ben it was harder to manage.

The first time it happened after you’d started the QPR, you tried to push through, tried to ignore the tension you felt as he unexpectedly kissed you, his hands pulling you into him. There was a sudden urge to run away, your blood running cold, and Ben must have sensed that something was off. He was always observant where you were concerned. When he asked if something was wrong you pretended there wasn’t but he kept badgering you until you told him what was up. Unfortunately you sort of bit his head off, frustrated by the constant questions. You immediately regretted your tone and choice of words but the damage was done, Ben’s expression one of hurt and confusion. Before you could try to explain better he’d left the room. He gave you space for the rest of the day, barely crossing your path at all, but it was too much space, an overcorrection. And that made you mad more than anything else. After all you’d warned him that this happened sometimes, that you had days where you were repulsed by the thought of anything romantic, completely turned off by actions that could be read as such. How dare he be hurt by it, as if you were an inconvenience he had to endure. He was the one who suggested you do the QPR thing in the first place, why did he suddenly think it only included the times you were acting closest to a regular girlfriend. At that point you hadn’t yet moved into his house so you left and slept in your own bed that night, sick with worry that you’d ruined everything with Ben, that you’d wake up in the morning to find not only your QPR broken but that your best friend wouldn’t want anything more to do with you at all. You felt stupid to have thought that a QPR could work, that you could ever fit anywhere. Clearly you were meant to be alone.

But the next morning brought rational thought and rational conversation as well as a higher tolerance for romance. Ben called to make sure you were okay, confessing to a fairly sleepless night spent worrying if you'd got home safe and feeling bad about how you’d left. But you could hear his smile when you invited him over to talk about it, could practically see it in your mind’s eye. And then you saw it for real, a proper grin, when you’d opened the door and dove into his arms, burying your face in his shirt. He’d squeezed you tight, relieved that things between you were still good. It took a serious conversation to sort out what had gone wrong. You tried to better explain what it was you felt - the queasy feeling at the idea of being involved in any sort of romantic act and the discomfort when confronted with romantic imagery or depictions of romance and romantic couples – reassuring Ben that it wasn’t anything he’d done, and he apologised for giving you the cold shoulder, admitting his distance had been because he wasn’t sure how to act around you. Talking it out helped and when you were done, both feeling like you better understood what would help the situation, you curled up in bed together to catch up on the sleep you’d missed.

The next time, nearly six months later, you’d been better prepared and, though it was still a little rocky, it had gone smoother. Ben didn’t try to avoid you, so you didn’t feel as abandoned as you had the last time, but you made sure to maintain some distance from him, knowing his feelings were different to yours and not wanting to put him in any awkward situations. There were moments when neither of you knew what to do or say, moments when it felt like you were both treading on eggshells to try and avoid a repeat of the last time. But when you asked to take a break from the TV series you were halfway through because the romance plotline didn’t hold the same enjoyment it usually did, he seemed to understand and agreed to what you needed. The time after that had been barely a month later, far sooner than you were expecting. You supposed that your relationship with Ben was having an impact. After all it had been a while since you’d last been in a romantic relationship and though what you and Ben had wasn’t that, it did cross some of the same lines. Surely it was natural that your mind would try to balance things out by making you feel unequipped to deal with romantic subplots and sentimental love songs more often than before. Or at least that’s how to tried to explain it to Ben when he made a huffy comment about the increasing frequency of your romance repulsed days. If it hadn’t been for an interrupting phone call from his mum, you might have fallen into another fight. Instead, you spent the time he was on the phone thinking about why things felt so hard, trying to come up with possible solutions. You went over some activities in your head, comparing how you usually felt about them and what you felt when you were romance repulsed. Cheek kisses still felt okay because they were generally a way you showed affection to everyone you knew, but being kissed on the lips seemed to cross a line, no matter how it was done. Cuddling too could be okay depending on the context but you’d probably prefer not to just to be safe. Sex on the other hand was a big question mark You’d never tried having sex on a no romo day before, but you assumed if emphasis was put on the physical pleasure it could work, though maybe positions that didn’t force eye contact would be more enjoyable. But perhaps that was better left to be explored when you were both more comfortable with the situation. Even dinners out together and datey things like that could be doable if you didn’t have to deal with candlelight and intimate seating.

As soon as Ben was finished on the phone you tried to explain your thought process to him. “The way I think about it is like...regularly I have a mental picture of what actions I feel are platonic and what actions cross into romance. Sometimes those lines aren’t super clear like with kissing, but I know which it is when I see it or experience it.” “Right, like how you don’t mind spooning in bed and getting really close but on the couch you prefer to rest your head on my lap or whatever.” “Yes, exactly. It might all be considered variations on cuddling but to me there's a big difference in how they feel. Well a no romo day is like if you took all of those distinct lines and moved them over a little. The lines are still there but the image is distorted and not quite what I’m used to seeing.” “Okay,” he stretched the word out thoughtfully, “so...it’s not that everything feels romantic it’s just that your tolerance levels have changed?” “Yeah, I think so. It’s not easy for me to understand either. Especially since sometimes things change more than others. But yeah, that’s pretty much it. But my big question is what do you need? I don’t want this to become a big problem or cause fights every time it happens so, what’s going to help make it feel more normal for you?” Ben thought for a moment, “Physical contact. I don’t mean that in a sexual way either, just physical contact. I mean you know how touchy I can be. It grounds me. Even just a hug or, y’know, rubbing my back as you walk past me, things like that. A high five even. If we’re out with the others it’s not so bad cause they all know what I’m like too and none of them will mind if I lean on their shoulder or sit on their lap or whatever. But when it’s just us...I need that physical contact to feel settled and I guess it’s been harder to feel okay about it when you flinch away from me. Makes me feel wrong just because I want to be close to you.” You were a little stunned by the honest and carefully considered way he responded to your question, and felt a little bad about trying to force space between you, “I knew you liked that sort of thing but I guess I didn’t realise how important it is for you.” Ben shrugged, “Normally it’s something I don’t even think about. But with you lately it’s like I just haven’t known what to do.”He paused, biting the corner of his thumb nail as he thought, “I don’t think the way I love you is entirely platonic anymore. I mean it hasn’t been entirely platonic for a while now but those feelings aren’t going away. And I’m not saying that to make you feel bad or anything, it’s just how it is, and I think it’s part of why I’ve been so weird or whatever about this whole romance repulsion thing.” “Yeah it must be kinda hard to understand what I mean,” “I’m trying to understand it and I’m trying to be respectful. But you gotta give me a little more. And you have to be more understanding of where I’m coming from too.”

After that, you both made adjustments to accommodate the other and talked through what solutions worked and what didn’t. Ben spent some time consulting google for ideas and found you a playlist of songs that had aromantic vibes or at least could be reinterpreted so the romantic meaning was more relatable for you. And you made more of an effort to keep up a physical closeness with him – sitting shoulder to shoulder as you watched TV and shared a bag of microwave popcorn, rubbing your hand over his back as you stepped behind him in the kitchen, surprising him by placing a cold hand to his face or stomach when he wasn’t expecting it – even on regular days when you didn’t hate the way it felt to be held by him. You figured that emphasising those sorts of small physical gestures would help both of you in the long run. Every so often something would arise that needed a little extra discussion but you both took them in your stride and did your best to be accommodating and patient.

And by the next time a no romo day occurred, things were as close to perfect as you could hope for. You wriggled out from under Ben’s arm when you woke, better able to recognise the sick feeling creeping up on you. Stepping out of bed you switched Ben’s oversized sweatshirt for one of your own and tiptoed down to the kitchen putting your anti-romantic playlist on softly as you made coffee and toast. When Ben eventually surfaced he pressed his lips to your cheek but he already felt you wouldn’t want anything more than that, putting together the pieces and proved right as you gave a small shake of your head. He gave your waist a brief squeeze in acknowledgement before turning toward the fridge to begin his own morning routine. And just like that you knew things would be okay. You couldn’t say you knew what he felt or that you entirely understood it but, yet again, Ben had shown that his love for you was less about Love and more about you. And you hoped he could see that you cared for him just as strongly, even if you felt it differently.

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #platonically event #(lowkey thinking about a follow up smut for tomorrow's post kdhkajhsdhs)#also!! i mention reader having a no romo playlist and i actually do have one of those!#it's a work in progress and I just add to it whenever I find something that fits #but if anyone is interested I can post the link to it as well!#theres like 6 queen songs on it akdshdhjskajkas and 1 from the cross lmao #that might actually be part of why i was so drawn to queen tho #cause like yeah they have Love Songs but they also have songs that are about other sorts of love too #Anyway #that was a tangent and a half

23 notes · View notes

aroaceconfessions · 2 years

Note

Does anyone else here get intense platonic crushes on people of all genders? It seems to be all about the personality for me.

I'm in my 30s, and there've been a handful of people in my life where I basically thought they were the Best Person Ever (tm) and I wanted to be around them all the time, be their friend, be their VERY BEST FRIEND. Maybe I wished for a qpr, I'm not even sure. Imagine the dog from Pixar's UP. That's basically me around the people I've had crushes on. I always knew I didn't want sex but romance up to a point? When I was younger I never considered them crushes (because I thought this was normal "best friend pining" or something).

I had this one friend throughout high school who was just so much BETTER than the rest. Nothing could touch her. I was jealous of her sister all the time because the two were really close (way closer than I ever was with her) and I wanted that closeness. Tbh I still pine for her a little now and then. There's a place in my heart that's hers forever I think. It hurts to think that, to her, I'm probably just one of several old high school friends. One of many.

Later there was a guy in college. That crush had a bit of a disaster ending, because he dropped out of the one class I shared with him and I was DESPERATE to see him again. We had been sitting next to each other before he dropped out and the banter we shared every time before class started (or during) was basically what got me out of bed in the morning. Again, imagine the dog from Up. So. I turned up at his house (didn't have his number, but I knew his address bc he lived really close to campus). Yes, slightly creepy, but that never occurred to me at the time. Quite understandably (in hindsight) he thought I was mainly desperately horny and wanted to hook up. He made it clear we could fuck if I wanted but then I should leave, please. It really crushed my heart. All I wanted was to play footsie, cook together, hang out, cuddle, laugh, share a bottle of wine until 3am and so on. But still to be the most important person for him.

Right now it's a girl from my company who works at another branch and I've only met her in person like twice. In 4 years. But sometimes I have online meetings with her and she's just so cool. So great. Best person! And she probably thinks I'm really, really weird, because I've tried to drag out friendly small talk as long as possible on a number of occasions now. Asking her all sorts of things about her life, her dog, her hobbies. She might dread one-on-one meetings with me now. God, why am I like this. /o\

And why can't I just platonically fall for a person for once, who is even remotely as into me as I am into them? I'm not into sex, but I'm not repulsed either. So, if "amazing work girl" ever asked me out (wayyy hypothetically speaking here) I'd do a lot of things if they would make her happy, as long as she also wanted a relationship, not just sex. And I would be happy because she was.

Sigh. I'm aware allos face similar problems when their love is unrequited, but. I still feel rather down. Like I said, there've only been a handfull of these crushes my whole life. And a couple of them lasted years. And what I want vs. what they were into never seemed to even exist on the same planet.

Thank you for coming to my sad Ted Talk.

#friends #friendship #dating #relationships #asexual #ace #sex indifferent #queer platonic partner #queer platonic relationship #qpp #qpr #squish

51 notes · View notes

kieraelieson · 3 years

Text

A Soft Afternoon with Cookies

Warning: While this is a non-sexual story, with Roman and Patton in a very loving and committed QPR, it does have a bit of kink in it. Specifically a light kind of Dom/sub type thing. Please be aware.

“So then we have it set. You know what you want, and…” Patton’s voice became very shy. “And what I want?”

Roman cupped his hands around Patton’s face. “Yes I do. And I’m very proud of you for being so clear and open about what you want.”

Patton smiled slightly, and Roman booped his nose.

••^*^••

They were all set up.

Roman was sitting on the couch, and had set up one of Patton’s favorite shows to play on the tv. Patton peeked around the doorframe, looking very shy and nervous. Roman felt similarly, this was new to both of them. But he was taking charge. Being confident and sweeping Patton off his feet. By, well, rather pointedly not doing that.

He smiled at Patton, trying to look very confident and in charge, and once Patton offered a small wave back, Roman pointed to the ground in front of him.

It felt very awkward while Patton made his way across the room, and sat down there. He scooted back a bit, slotting between Roman’s legs facing outward, and wrapped his arms around Roman’s calf, leaning his head against his leg.

Now this was more familiar. The position was different, but it was essentially cuddling. Roman reached forward to pet Patton’s head, ruffling up his hair and scritching at his scalp. Patton melted against him, a heavy, warm weight.

Roman relaxed, feeling more at ease and confident now. He could certainly spoil Patton.

“Darling…” Roman said, more to himself, though he did say it out loud.

Patton tipped his head back to look up at Roman, his face still rather red. Roman just smiled down at him, tracing a finger along his jawline.

“You’re Darling,” he declared, punctuating the compliment with a boop to Patton’s nose.

Patton blushed adorably, hiding his face down in Roman’s leg.

Roman just went back to petting his hair. He was supposed to press some of those declarations, and to order Patton around a bit, but he was fine with easing into it. They were both very new to it, and if he was uncomfortable with going too fast, it was likely Patton would be too.

He enjoyed petting Patton’s hair anyway. His hair was soft and Roman really enjoyed feeling Patton relax and melt under his fingertips.

By the time the episode ended though, his leg was starting to fall asleep. It was probably about time to do some of that ordering around.

He reached down to tip up Patton’s chin. Patton was looking a lot more relaxed and comfortable now, his smile almost sleepy. Roman couldn’t help but smile softly back.

“Why don’t you grab us a couple pillows?” Was his first inclination, but he remembered he was supposed to be a bit bossy. Confident and in charge. “I want you to go and get several pillows,” Roman said, managing a low and smooth tone.

Patton nodded immediately, and after a slower extrication from Roman’s leg, he ran off quickly and soon returned with a whole armful, grinning all proud with himself.

There wasn’t a chance of resistance against that smile, and Roman grinned back. “Good job.”

He patted his lap. “Set one here.” He patted a few places beside him. “Two here, one here, and the last one there.”

Patton placed the pillows where Roman directed him to.

Roman patted the pillows where they were now laid out to turn his lap and the couch into a very soft cozy spot. “Now lay down.” He said grandly, omitting the ‘you can’ that he instinctively wanted to add after the ‘now’.

Patton flopped down onto the pillow nest, all glowy and happy looking. Roman booped him again. “Adorable.”

Patton’s face scrunched up cutely.

“You are,” Roman pressed.

Patton made a little pout, but it turned into a smile again as soon as Roman ran his fingers through his hair.

“Say it,” Roman commanded gently. “Admit that you’re adorable.”

Patton hid his face in his hands, blushing.

Roman carded his fingers through Patton’s hair. “You’re adorable, and handsome, and strong, and precious, and caring, and worthy of all the love and attention in the world.”

Patton shook his head, keeping his face as hidden behind his hands as he could.

Roman smirked. “You have to admit to one of them or I’ll make you repeat back the whole list~” Maybe getting to order him around was more fun than he’d thought.

Patton made a small noise of protest. “I’m… handsome.” He curled around Roman, hiding his face further.

“You bet you are,” Roman said softly, rubbing Patton’s back. “Handsome and lovely, and so very deserving of anything you could ever desire.”

Patton curled around him a bit tighter in what Roman guessed was a hug. He kept rubbing Patton’s back, firm circles moving up and down.

“I’m so happy,” Patton mumbled into Roman’s shirt. “And I feel so loved and it’s so much I don’t know what to do with it.”

Roman hugged Patton closer. “You don’t have to do anything with it. You can just enjoy it.”

Patton sat up to hug Roman more fully. In the brief glimpse Roman got of his face before he tucked his head down on Roman’s shoulder, he saw shiny teary eyes. Roman hugged him close, rubbing up and down his back.

And then he had a good idea.

“You wanna make cookies?” he murmured softly.

Patton’s breath hitched, and for a moment Roman thought he’d done something awful on accident.

“You’re so nice to me,” Patton said, his voice very teary. “And I love you so much!” He hugged Roman tighter. “Yes I do want cookies.”

Roman shifted his grip so he could carry Patton as he got up from the couch. The tears worried him a bit, but he trusted Patton to be telling the truth. “I love you too.”

Roman carried Patton into the kitchen and set him on the countertop. Patton sniffed and tried to hop down, but Roman held up a hand. Here’s where he could do a little more of the confident commanding.

“Nope, you stay right there.”

Patton nodded, and Roman handed him a paper towel before he could wipe his eyes on his shirt.

Roman looked in the cabinets, choosing one of the cookie mixes. He wanted to spend time with Patton, there was no need of dealing with the complication of making them from scratch.

He handed Patton the box. “Now you open that, and I’ll find a bowl and some eggs.”

Patton gave him a slightly watery smile, and took the pack.

Roman remembered to turn the oven on, and got out a bowl and some eggs. He handed them to Patton to start adding and mixing, and got some butter which he carefully tried to soften without melting in the microwave.

When he finally succeeded (mostly, there was a melted spot) and turned around with a proud smile, Patton looked normally happy again, not cry-happy. Roman beamed and set the butter down next to him, cupping Patton’s face with his hands.

“Is now an ok time for a forehead kiss?” Roman asked.

He was absolutely fine with forehead and hand and cheek kisses anytime, but Patton sometimes got squicked out, or worse, if he wasn’t in the right headspace. This time though, Patton smiled so happily and nodded. Roman pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“You make me so happy with just being you,” Roman said. “You’re worth so, so much to me.”

Patton pulled him into a hug. “You’re worth the world to me too, Roman.”

Roman held tight. He was so glad Patton had talked with him about setting this up. It was wonderful.

He leaned back and tapped the end of Patton’s nose. “Now you have some butter, and you can finish mixing the cookies while I find the pans.”

“Yep!” Patton said, smiling all bright and happy.

It took Roman several wrong guesses to find the drawer where the cookie sheets were kept, and when he turned back to Patton, Patton was trying to hide an amused grin. Roman stuck his tongue out, which made Patton giggle.

They formed the cookies together, and Roman pretended not to notice when Patton snuck a bit of the cookie dough into his mouth.

Roman put the full tray into the oven, set a timer, and then swooped Patton into his arms, spinning around to make him giggle.

“Roman!” Patton squeaked, but though his eyes were squeezed shut he had the biggest smile on his face.

Roman slowed the spinning and sat them both down on the kitchen floor, leaning in to bump his nose against Patton’s. “Yes~?”

“You’re such a dork!” Patton said, opening his eyes again and sticking his tongue out at Roman.

“Oh, you really are beautiful,” Roman said, not intending to say it out loud, but pressing forward once he realized he had. “Such deep brown eyes all sparkling and happy, and adorable freckles almost hidden by the sweet blush. You’re the most handsome man I think I’ve ever seen.”

Patton’s blush darkened, but he didn’t hide his face this time. “I think I might be the second-most.”

Roman frowned, tipping his head to the side in question.

“Cause you have to have seen yourself in a mirror before,” Patton said, booping Roman this time.

Roman felt warmth flood into his face, and Patton laughed.

“Now who's all blushy?” Patton teased lightly.

Roman grabbed Patton with a playful growl, and Patton let out a squeal.

The timer went off then, ruining their fun, but providing hot delicious cookies.

After cookies came more cuddles on the couch, and a very pleasant nap.

They would absolutely do this again sometime. Maybe many more sometimes.

#my own work #sanders sides #patton sanders #roman sanders #royality

21 notes · View notes