#undefined relationships

[cherrytea556]

Yes they made out but they don't catch feelings for each other

Yes their physical but their not in heat

Yes their in a relationship but it's not defined

Yes they are jeckole if their both latina and aspec

[goinsaneposts-blog]

Injured in Battle

The first time you and Alastor shared a bed together was defiantly not by choice of either parties.

Some foolish demon was attempting to attack and bulldoze the hotel, and you had sprung into action before anyone or Alastor could warn you otherwise.

The other demons in the hotel stood by and watched as you focused on the enemy at hand while the Radio Demon more focused on the defense of the hotel, making sure nothing important got damaged. He did, however, blissfully turn a blind eye to the boulder heading towards Angel Dust, who was able to just barely avoid it.

"Hey! Careful w'ere ya' thrown' thangs!" Angel cursed at Al, "I gotta go to work later! Val would kill me if the goods were ruined!"

"Apologies, my eight-legged friend, I simply didn't see you there!" Alastor let out a hearty chuckle before turning his full attention back to the fight at hand. Angel crossed his arms and let out a huff, muttering curses under his breath. Charlie put a comforting hand on his shoulder while Vaggie only seemed to be more enraged by the Radio Demons antics.

While making your way up and around obstacles, you slipped on a stray piece of metal and slid off the side of whatever contraption this sinner had. You tumbled off the side and down towards the rough pavement. As prepared as always, Al had one of his black tendrils catch you and help break your fall.

"Careful, darling," He called out, though he didn't seem very bothered by you near death. He still kept a tight smile on his face, clearly enjoying watching you fight and cause mayhem during the fight.

"Yeah, thanks Al!" You called back before jumping straight back into the action.

It had been a long fight, with Alastor hardly breaking a sweat over the foolish demon brave enough to attempt to attack the Hazbin Hotel. You, however, were barely clinging on at all, putting your all into the fight and diving head first into the enemy. You paid no mind to who, or what you were hitting at that point.

While Alastor could have ended the fight in the matter of minutes, he let you play around for a bit. Watching you fight brought warm memories back to the Radio Demon.

He looked back on your first meeting, you were an aggressive thorn in his side that somehow infested his life.

Some would say the Radio Demon favored you above all the other sinners in Hell. You were able to get away with things most other demons would be erased for. Alastor allowed you within his own personal bubble that not even his closes 'friends' were allowed in. You teased him and got to live to tell the tale.

You had him wrapped around your finger without even knowing how dangerous it really was.

A pained yelp pulled him from his thoughts with a sharp pop of static. Somehow, the lonesome sinner had managed a decent blow to your chest. Nothing fatal, but enough to put you out of commission from the fight.

With a snap of his fingers, his shadows were able to distract the demon long enough for his tendrils to retrieve you and place your bleeding body tenderly in his arms. Deciding to end it, he snapped his fingers once more and with a loud hum of static, the demon and his contraption were sent back to wherever they had decided to come from.

He looked down at your pained face with a mix of emotions swelling inside of him. He felt angry that you lacked the attention to detail and allowed such a blow.

The sadist in him also enjoying the pain.

However, a small part he dared not pay attention to also hated the idea of you being in any kind of pain.

Charlie was the first to appear next to the two of you, spewing questions from and remarks about you being injured. Alastor watched with amusement as you waved her worries off through gritted teeth.

She opened her mouth to say something but ended up closing it again and stepping out of the way and allowing Al to take you up to your room to rest, with Nifty following close behind with a medkit.

Nifty worked her way quickly, sewing up any wounds and bandaging anything she needed too. All the while you laid there in terrible pain, your head resting on Al's lap while he ran his fingers through your hair trying to provide any comfort he could.

His smile was strained as he watched Nifty work, the silence being filled by her constant talking.

After Nifty left, and you had fallen asleep, a tense silence fell in the room. The only noise being was the small hum of static coming from the Radio Demon as he placed himself on one of the chairs by the bookcase in your room.

With a wave of his hand, a book he had been reading on appeared. He sat there with a small glass of Old Fashion on the side table, occasionally taking small sips from the glass.

He was still in that same position when you had finally woken up.

A small groan fell from your lips as you slowly sat up in bed, grabbing your abdomen. A glass of water and a pain-killer appeared on your bedside table to which you swiftly took. You chugged as much water as you could and popped the pill into your mouth, swallowing it.

"Glad to see you awake, Darling! How do you feel?" Al moved to stand at the foot of your bed, looking over your ratted hair. You noticed you had your pajamas on instead of the torn clothes you had fought in. Alastor or Nifty probably changed you while you were knocked out.

"Like a million bucks…" You muttered back, earning a laugh track to play. You fell backwards onto the bed, hissing at the pain that shot through your chest and back.

"Well, you since you seem to be feeling better, I'll be off then!" He chirped up. Both the book in his hand and the empty glasses disappeared before he grabbed his red cane out of thin air. He walked confidently towards the door, a small smile still on his lips.

You wondered how he was able to smile all the time. A sense of dread and loneliness filled your stomach. You didn't want to be alone after your possible near death experience. Without even thinking through your actions fully;

"Wait-!"

A small tug on his freehand caused a shrill static pop and him to stop dead in his tracks. He glanced down at you, his smile wider and a small twitch at the edge of it.

"Please… Just- just stay a little longer.. Until I can fall back asleep…" You muttered softly, heat flushing your face at the vulnerability.

You had no idea where your relationship with Alastor stood at that point. You clearly had his favor, but whether or not it was romantic or not was up in the air. You had grown to like the sadist himself, finding he was always on your mind and easily could fluster you with a simple glance.

You peeked up at him to find him not even looking at you. Instead, he was looking at a spot on the wall, deep within his own thoughts.

"I suppose I can stay for a little longer.." He smiled down at you. His smile was forced and clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being touched.

You moved to make room for him in the bed as he slowly sat down and made himself comfortable. He sat almost pin-straight against the headboard with his hands folded tightly across his lap. After a few moments, you turned to the opposite wall, curled tightly into a ball.

The space between the two of you was huge, and neither one of you said a thing. You were tense, and without even having to look you knew he was as well. Eventually, you fell asleep.

He wasn't there when you woke up that morning, however another glass of water and another pain-killer rested on your bedside table.

A couple of years have passed since that day and you and Alastor had officially defined the relationship you guys had. Officially, you guys shared a romantic interest in each other and were a couple, though both of you were very uncomfortable calling it 'dating'.

He'd have little pet names for you, and often showered you with gifts after his daily strolls. The Radio Demon didn't love the idea of touching, in any form what-so-ever, he still made some effort to provide you with physical touch as you needed.

Though, Alastor hardly ever slept, he still chose to share a bed with you. It was awkward at first, with both of you basically hanging off each side of the bed with a wall of pillows in between. However, over the years the two of you got more comfortable with each other's company.

Now, he would simply sit in his red and black striped, silk pajamas, reading a book under the dim light of the red moon. You were a restless sleeper, always tossing in turning and finding some unconscious way to be touching him.

You would throw your leg over his, or throw your arm across his lap. He was very annoyed with this contact at first, your sleepy need to be touching getting on his nerve. He would pick up your wrist between his two claws, almost disgusted at the contact. He would drop your hand back next to you, only for you to move it back once more after a few hours.

This would only provide more irritation and then he would use his powers to tightly tuck your hands back under the plush comforter. Somehow, you still always find a way to place it back across his lap. After a while of playing these games, he gave up and allowed you to sleep however you wanted.

If you asked very polity on a good day, he would hold you close for the rest of the night, reading you to sleep.

You became the only demon, in all of the nine circles, to be able to touch the Radio Demon and keep all your limps intact afterwards.

[its-all-coming-back-to-meme-now]

[cherrytea556]

Tropes i like or would like to see as an Aro

One sided crush with a twist - Its when someone has a crush on another to which that crush knows and doesn't express the same feelings as a form of love ironically since the person would stop loving them if the love is received.

Non crush attraction - Its where someone likes another but not in a crush way, moreso of a 'huh, their pretty' way (whether temporary or not)

Undefined relationships - These relationships arent a friendship but also not a romantic one either. They come in a variety of whatever you imagine their dynamic to have with each other. I call them undefined since i myself cant define them but it just makes sense.

Yin yang/opposite type friendships - I love these so much, its basically two people that are opposite of each other as friends. Its so great especially when you find these little similarities that connect them to each other. 10/10 trope, would love to see more of.

Those quiet moments where the being in mind is going through a hard time and the other are giving them support while trying to respect their boundaries - slowly putting their hand in theirs to see if the person is comfortable, giving a little nod for reassurance, offering a comfort object of the person etc....Quiet moments like those are so good, 100/10

Affectionate/No physical contact friendships - Friendships where its either very affectionate to each other or no physical affection are both great and should co exist within each other

Person being proud/comfortable that they're lonely and single - A twist of the 'tragic single lonely person' trope. They actually prefer to be single and 'lonely' because they like them alone in their own time, relationships are just not for them and their respected for that.

Person being proud/comfortable that their unattractive - With media treating being unattractive as this big bad thing, it would be nice to see people not caring or even preferring to be unattractive. Whether its because they like that no one wants them or just generally not care about looks, their unattractiveness isnt important, moreso the content of their character.

Found friendships - Its like found family but replace family bond with friendship bond, even better when its either unexpected or when they only have each other.

Thats all, let me know what kind of tropes you like or would want to see more often

[popcornoncemore]

In my friend group, we have this inside joke called 30 person group dating. Basically, it's funny because we kind of forgot to draw lines indicating where platonic and romantic start and end, so we're kind of a 30 person mess of besties who also kiss and simp over each other sometimes. There is also a version called 30 person speed dating, which is a variation of the original that spawned from one girl mishearing 30 person dating. That version is basically speed dating everyone we know.

Like, I get that this is a joke, but it's also really accurate. People get confused by our relationship all the time and when people get confused about who's dating who, we encourage the confusion. I think everyone kind of accepts that we are borderline romantic and we're cool with it. A lot of people don't feel the need to date because of what we have, and everyone who does normally dates inside the group.

Also, I'm really polyamorous and there's nothing like your crush being sweet with someone you care about/also like. This is my ideal dynamic lol.

[castiels-sunflowers]

It is honestly really nice to be in a relationship that isn't really defined. Like, we're together but we're not dating and if I happen to find someone that I want to date, or go on a date with, he's fine with it. But I know he'll always be there.

[noromojustmusic]

"I'll Stand By You" by The Pretenders Genre: Rock Ballad Expressly a love song, but not necessarily a romantic one (personally, it feels more parental to me)

[xohollyhox]

Relationships That Weren't

Met him in Costa Rica and had day dreams about him coming for a visit at some point and riding in the passenger seat of my car and cooking dinner and meeting my friends. What would he think of American grocery stores and Target and stuff? 

Was actually my boyfriend for I think a solid two weeks. He took mushrooms alone in his apartment and convinced himself that I was pregnant and not telling him so he sent me an "I know you're pregnant I can't believe you haven't told me yet!!!!" text and I was like "so you're a maniac and I'm fat?" We dated off and on for months after that for some fucking reason.

We were both "in between places" and squatted at our friend's apartments when they were out of town and had sex on everyone's bed muahahaha

I was a sophomore in high school and he was in his 4th year of college. Potentially the biggest crush I've ever had on anyone (because I was 15?). We watched MTV and cuddled on the floor of his apartment in Atlanta because he didn't have a couch. He gave me a magnum sized condom inside of a "Happy 90th Birthday" card for my birthday but was a good dude and never tried anything. My mom found the condom though and there was a "there's no discussion you're going to the gynecologist" discussion.

We held hands and saw a movie once in high school. Then after college we met up and ate at the old chinese restaurant everyone went to in high school. I thought maybe he was gay then because he worked for a dildo company and spoke in a higher tone than I had remembered. 

One of the first "we didn't really hang out in high school but now we're both living in the city so why don't we hang out" experiences. We danced like maniacs to the Daft Punk Alive album in his spare room and I slept one night at his place. It smelled like gasoline because his roommate parked his motorcycle in the house. 

The craigslist dude who my friend's boyfriend let stay on his couch. He was a carpenter and had a scooter. I went to Home Depot with him at 7am and he dragged me around by the arm for some reason. He was a true idiot and made "art" of cartoonish naked women in glow-in-the-dark paint. Possibly the most embarrassing dude I ever hung around if he hadn't been so goddamn hot. Still maybe the most embarrassing.

I had a bad car accident and he came over that night so I wouldn't be alone even though he lived kinda far away.

Started with a bang, then I went to South America for a month. There was one really sweet phone call in Colombia and then he got back with his ex-girlfriend and stopped answering my calls.

He started using the word "our" a lot way too early on; our TV show, our plans, our song. Kept wanting to hold me at shows when I just wanted to watch the band and drink and smoke and not be hugged from behind in the dead of summer. Actually a great guy should have held on to that shit maybe. Nah, I sweat a ton in the summer.