#and i am a bit stubborn... It does not feel as fun to me if i'm using a brush to do it n im very specific with my lines

[stargazelasagna]

ooough i have not rendered like this in a verry long time But I am.. very happy with it!!

[devilfic]

❝domesticated❞

plot: on valentine's day, bruce leaves you high and dry. you don't forgive easy. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: established relationship, a little suggestive, reader tortures bruce for superheroing on date night, minor violence (reader presses on his bruises but, of course, he's into it), yearning bruce, he wants that cookie so mf bad. words: 1.4k.

a/n: just like bruce I am also late for valentine's day :D dealing with major writer's block but I was reminded of the bed scene in challengers and couldn't shake it.

Bruce rarely allows himself to be like this. Even when he’s got a knife gut-deep, cornered on all sides, he never lets himself get this weak. This mindless. This depraved.

But here he is, and here you are—smiling tightly. It gnaws at his pride, begging him to be honest with himself as he collapses on the foot of the bed. The pain of landing on his bruises does nothing to sober him as he begins to crawl up to you. Your knees are pressed to your chest, but the closer he gets, the more they part, allowing him to drag his upper body up and into your lap where he rests. His face presses into your stomach. You can feel the low rumble in his chest. One of your hands sinks into his hair and he nuzzles a little closer to you, “Bad day?”

Your tone is just slightly mocking. Just enough to agitate him, but not enough for him to regain his sense. He grits his teeth and nods, and the action has his cheek rubbing against your warm skin.

When he props his chin up, you’re not looking at him but the book in your other hand. You’re close to the end judging by the last half-inch of paper steadied between your fingers. His deep sigh does nothing to stir your sympathy. “It was all gone.”

“Hm?”

“The panna cotta. You said you’d save me some.”

“Oh,” you say belatedly, clearly in the middle of a rousing scene, “sorry, must’ve ate it all.”

“All of it?”

“I invited my friends over after you left. Guess I just lost track of it.”

He knew that, and you probably knew that he knew that. No one came and went in the penthouse without him knowing. He’d gotten the notification that several of your close friends had arrived a quarter to nine, and had only left an hour ago. The timing was impeccable. Of course you knew him well, and of course you’d make sure it was just the two of you when he inevitably came back from patrol. It doesn’t make the craving he'd looked forward to satiating go away.

And he knows he has no right to be upset. He’d left the panna cotta (and you) behind for—he twists his arm a bit and it twinges with a sharp pain—for this.

You don’t even look his way when he lets out a pained gasp.

Bruce presses his cheek to your stomach again, and his fingers travel under your sweater to sap the warmth for his own when you abruptly pull your hand from his hair to shove his away. He freezes, only hearing your voice grumbling out a “’S cold.”

Fuck. “I’m sorry.” He forces his fingers into the duvet to warm them, but he isn’t confident you’ll let him try again even if they were warm enough. His head in your lap was all he could get, apparently. All he could get without an apology. A proper apology.

Of course, his pride resurfaces then. He wants to be stubborn about it. You knew the city was important to him, that it was a priority. He’d hero’d away from plenty of dates to save the city from collapse and you’d always understood. Why was now any different?

But deep down, past the thorny pride and hunger and longing, is the truth: a burning city and patrol as usual were two very different things. Especially on February 14th. He’d fucked up.

When his fingers are significantly warm enough, he places both hands on your thighs, pressing his thumbs into the meat of them and rubbing in circles. He turns his head just in time to catch your eyebrow twitch, but otherwise, you continue to ignore him. He presses his chin into your stomach and hums against you. “Did you have fun?”

He sees you swallow, then smile. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t want them to leave.”

Something indignant pulls at his insides at that. “You should have them over more often.”

“It’s hard.” The hand that had been in his hair, that had shoved him away, rises and he thinks you might touch him again, but it floats past him to flip to the next page in your book. “The timing and all. I never know when you’re gonna be here or not.” And finally, finally, you look at him. Oh, you’re really pissed.

“I can… I can try—“

“Can you?”

Your tone stings, piercing him right between the ribs. He wants to burrow into you and hide, but instead he catches the whine rising in the back of his throat and shifts against the sheets. You watch him resist a squirm, but he knows you can feel his grip on your thighs getting stronger. You go back to reading your book.

With his heart beating fast against the mattress, Bruce groans low in his throat and drops his lips to your inner thigh, placing hurried kisses against your skin. He hears you call his name but he doesn’t respond, except maybe to spread his kisses to your navel, traveling across to the other thigh. Eventually, he feels your hand in his hair again, but it’s yanking him away from your skin and he is determined not to let you. He grabs your wrist and kisses that instead, traveling up to your elbow as he begins to crawl over you. It takes your thumb pressing into the bruise on his shoulder to shock him out of his stupor. He breaks away with a hot whine that he wouldn’t dare let anyone else hear. On good days, even you wouldn’t hear him making sounds like this. Looking gutted like this. He is well and truly fucked.

You grip his face in two hands, holding him far enough away that he can’t swoop in for a kiss again. He lets you manhandle him, falling against you with all his weight. “Say it or I’m going to bed.” His ego makes another appearance underneath the yearning. You must see the internal conflict because your eyes narrow. “You’re unbelievable—“

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, a little muffled from the way you’re squishing his cheeks together, “I shouldn’t have left.”

You hold, perhaps waiting for an excuse to follow, and that sours him even more. Welllllllll and truly fucked. “Yeah? Why not?”

His nose scrunches. “…I promised I wouldn’t be back late.”

“And what time is it now?”

His eyes flicker over to the clock on your bedside, reading back 3:20 in analog. “Late.”

You shift to holding his face with one hand, pressing your nails into the skin of his cheeks. The other hand goes for one of his bruises again and he only has the heart to writhe a little bit before you’re pressing on it. “And was it worth it?”

Bruce shakes his face from your grip, dropping his mouth to your shoulder to kiss (and bite, especially when you don’t stop digging into his bruise). His head is foggy with guilt and regret and the milk and honey of your earlier bath. He’s not usually this crass, but he hisses out a “hell no” that gets his feelings across just fine.

“It won’t happen again, will it?” That gives him pause. You feel him still against you. Forcing him back to see his face, you notice he struggles to hold your gaze. He’s making an attempt, you can tell, to think about it. “Bruce.” He looks at you helplessly. “Am I asking for too much?”

You’d told him time and time again that if he wanted this to work, an hour was what you needed. One hour, however he could fit it in. Tonight, he’d promised you that, and couldn’t even follow through.

You’re not asking this because you’re worried. He can hear the quiet threat underneath, the meaning that lines his veins with ice: that, if it was too much, there was only one solution.

Once upon a time, the answer would’ve been simple. His pride knows that, knows that’s why it rallied and roared even as it now weakly gives into you, curling into your palm. Domesticated. You’ve done something irreversible to him.

He’s sure you can see the moment he concedes, laying down his weapons at your feet, because you finally let up on his shoulder. You’re the one who swoops in for a kiss this time, taking his tongue into your mouth just as he settles fully above you. He feels something shut off in his brain, something that would have been gnawing at him until it reached bone before. It’s quiet. Sometimes, he forgets the numbing pleasure that giving into you offers until it warms his skin again.

[n0tamused]

How elves deal or even feel jealous? What/how easy is to make them jealous?

A/n: Hello, yes I can! You didn't specify which elves you wanted this for, so I just picked a few of the ones I thought would go nicely with this idea. Also, I am trying these different styles of hcs, so let me know if you prefer lenghtier headcanons or shorter ones like these? I'm trying to find some balance with requests and my ability to write them in time.

Contents: (all separate) Thranduil, Legolas, Lindir, Haldir, Glorfindel x GN! Reader. Jealousy hcs, not proof read lol

⋆𓄃Thranduil

-Thranduil can be quite jealous and, more so, protective over his beloved and he does not care to ever admit it. He is quite avoidant of his subjects and feels a bit shocked (or looks like it, he did expect you to point it out eventually tbh) when you point it out to him

-Would make sliding comments about your attention lingering too long on someone, or even something at times. 

-A play of words is sure to ensue if you keep pressing him for his reasons, and throughout he never raises his voice or anything of that sort, he is rather calm and eventually you come to understand that he is enjoying this, both the banter and the attention. This can be sometimes flustering or frustrating when he begins to smirk and offer sass and teasing words. 

-The Elven king has seldom ever expected to ‘fall into’ love like this, or to behave like this while loving someone, but even through his long years of living he is still learning some things. 

-Thranduil is quite wary of others, especially outsiders even if they are his distant kin. So he may keep you away from meetings or tedious dinners with any delegates or visitors that may seem like ‘too much’ for you to be exposed to them.

-He is stubborn, so chances are it would take a long time for him to let up on his views, as he deems it all necessary for your protection and happiness

-But even he cannot deny that he does carry a great weight on his heart and consciousness, and long, late night conversions are not something rare with him. He enjoys them more than anything else because he feels more justified to be vulnerable when the rest of the world falls asleep. He is more open to physical touch as well, and he tells you his worries and his feelings clearly then. 

🍃Legolas

-The prince of Mirkwood is still quite green in the area of emotions and how one deals with them, despite his years. But he is notably much softer in comparison to his father. 

-He would find it odd that he feels this way and would hide it away from you for the longest time until he can bear it no longer. It is like poison to him

-Although you would be able to see it all happening and coming down on him with the way he stares out at nothing, sometimes at the people besides you, the way his lips pull into a deep carved frown and how his jaw sets, almost uncomfortably, even for an elf - especially for an elf. His shoulders are so tense you can put a table on him

-Once he expresses his feelings to you he does apologize as well, he doesn’t want you thinking that he doesn’t trust you or that he believes you’d go behind his back and take the offer of another heart - he truly can’t explain the feelings and where they stem from.

-It’s multiple things all at once - he wants you safe and happy, and the people around may not have the purest intentions, but at the same time he feels odd that you sometimes seem to be having much more fun with someone else than him. So there’s quite a lot to unpack with him, but he is not impatient or unwilling to learn.

♬Lindir

-Lindir is more prone to fits of jealousy that strike seemingly out of nowhere, he is quite dense with it too although not nearly as secretive as he would like himself to be. He may be quiet, but the face he stays quiet with is a completely different story..

-His jealousy does stem from a sense of insecurity in his own ability to be a good partner for you, it eats away at him at times and he can take up to saying witty responses to the individual/s that he perceives as sources of his feelings. He is never malicious of course, neither to you or them, as he understand these feelings can quickly turn to poison

-He may require some more support from you at times like these, and in private he feels utterly defeated in face of his own jealousy. He is not the one to openly ask for attention from you, but at times like these he may ask you questions that may reassure him again. Hold his face in your hands and just kiss the elf, that would be my advice, plainly delivered 

-He would grow flustered at such actions, and he may even give you some sass for it, but he is never refusing your advances at pouring some more of your love on him 

°˖➴Haldir

-The Marchwarden of Lorien is not the most open when it comes to his own emotions and it can be difficult to read his exact trail of thoughts at times. But jealousy is not foreign to Haldir, he knows how it feels and he has long since come to truly dislike(hate) it.

-It is unbecoming of his station and just of his own character in general. Nonetheless, this jealousy he feels holds its roots in worry for your safety rather than any kind of distrust of you, and it's greatly amplified by the distance between the two of you when he is away on duty. 

-Haldir doesn’t act out on his jealousy, although he makes his opinion known if he agrees or disagrees with you on your choice of companions. If he is at home with you, he would also tag along with you, if you so desired or if he just really, really did not like the company you’re going to be with. He knows nearly everyone in Lorien, and so he knows who to be wary of. That is not to say anyone from there would be a liability when it comes to physical harm, he knows that much is less likely to happen, but when it comes to needs that are more from within, love, need for attention - then he is not so sure. He cannot read the minds of others, and everyone changes over time, even elves. 

-His jealousy does lessen up when he is with you, as he is not as worried when he has you in his eye. If there is danger, Haldir would do whatever was in his power to eradicate the source of it. 

-You may notice this particular mood on him by the stiffness of his jaw and the hard look he sometimes directs at no one in general, as if holding an internal monologue with himself over what he’s experiencing and feeling

☼Glorfindel

-The Slayer of Balrogs is not susceptible to jealousy, and he was never a jealous individual to begin with. And that’s also without mentioning that he trusts his partner as well, otherwise he would not be with someone he did not trust.

-After his re-embodiment he may come off as a little clingy - he stays with you for as long as he can, not letting any moment go to waste, even if you are an immortal being as he is. He leaves kisses on your hands and your forehead when no one is around to see, it is intimate and he simply wants you to know that you will always have his love and support

-He is also very clear in his communication with you, and trusts that you’ll tell him if anything is bothering you, although sometimes he does know to postpone telling you something if he believes it could put a strain on you. 

-He is quite free spirited though and open minded at that, just a chill guy, the chillest on this list I dare say

-All in all.. 10/10, would recommend 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[wingfleur]

omgg your desperate ex!dick fic got me thinking if you're interested in writing angst?? something abt his behavior is so.. devastatingly toxic lol. the push and pull would kill me. like what would he do if instead of getting a reaction, y/n started sobbing

# — dick grayson as a desperate ex (2).

soooo, i got carried away... i don't typically write part twos unless the fic was written with one in mind (this isn't really a part two, to be honest, more of an alternate ending), but, regardless, this turned into something i did not mean for it to turn into. here's the link to the fic in question. thank u for picking my brain, lovely! enjoy! | wc: 1.0k words.

cw: implied sexual content mdni (18+), gn!reader, angst, leaning into fuckboy!dick grayson again, and the implied childhood-friends-to-lovers-to-exes-to-fwb(?) energy, the toxicity is very much turned up this time too, like he is manipulative afffff

nonnie, you do not understand how glad i am that you asked me this. this scenario has never crossed my mind! fun fact: i love writing reader to be strong and stubborn because that’s how i am, but i don’t typically write pieces intending for them to just be plain angst. honestly, all of my work on here that is inherently angsty (i.e. helping mark lose his v-card, desperate ex dick, etc.) is a byproduct of the topic i’m writing about— it’s never on purpose 😭. but the idea of reader breaking down and crying instead of giving in to dick’s teasing made me so giddy because i came to realize that, no matter how you reacted in that moment— ignored him, lashed out, dropped to the floor in tears— he still would’ve managed to get into them drawls, and i think that’s absolutely terrible, LMFAOAOOAOAO.

like, walk with me: the end goal will always be the same, but the method? the approach? that’s what differs. dick can and will adapt; it’s up to you what show he puts on tonight.

so yeah, let’s say that you cry instead. that, when you get to your place with dick hot on your heels, you’re struck with a nauseating sense of clarity that reminds you that this man has done nothing but make your life miserable. that, by falling into bed with him, you’re degrading yourself and proving that nothing’s changed— even after you’ve spent so much time trying to convince him that you’re over it.

over him.

“i can’t,” you say suddenly, feet coming to an abrupt stop in front of your door. you can hear dick’s shoes scuff against the pavement as he stops just in time to not run into you, and the look of confusion that’s probably on his face has got to be worth its weight in gold. you’re not gonna look, though. you can’t. the tears in your eyes would make it hard to see, but the last thing you need is for dick grayson to see you crying.

too bad for you, dick’s already seen you cry. more often than not, he’s been the reason for your crying, so you don’t get to hide for long before he’s putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. with light pressure, he coaxes you into spinning around and ducks down a bit to be in your line of sight.

“can’t what, birdie? talk to me.”

that stupid fucking nickname.

“god, don’t fucking— call me that!”

it goes on like that for a while. you sob, scream, and kick at his expense, but it’s hardly satisfying because dick just stands there and takes it. then, once you’ve worn yourself out, he wraps you in his arms and pulls you firmly to his chest. you feel helpless as you sink into his arms; everything in you is screaming to pull away, but you’re too exhausted to listen.

“it doesn’t have to be like this, you know.” dick’s voice vibrates against your crown from where his chin rests atop your head. his tone is soft, melodic, and sincere. you don’t know how he does it, but he manages to be calming and repulsive all at once. it’s impressive.

“i fucked up last time, and i know that. i’m owning it, birdie, trust me. but before all of this started, we were friends. i’d be lying if i said it hasn’t been hell not speaking to you these last couple of weeks. i can’t fucking stand it.”

you don’t respond, but the beauty of it is that he doesn’t expect you to. all dick does is hold you tight and sway from side to side, just the way you do—well, did, you guess— when you hug him.

“i’ve been working so hard to become a fraction of the man you deserve,��� he starts, “and tonight showed me that i’m not even close. it actually taught me that you’re incredible and i’m disgustingly selfish because, despite all the work i need to do, i still wanna be with you. now, as i am.”

you move to lean back. “dick—”

“i’m serious. don't be dismissive.”

dick meets you halfway and pulls back enough to see your face. your cheeks are puffy and your eyes are red, but dick thinks you’re adorable— a descriptor that has felt nothing but condescending and patronizing coming from him these last few months. but right now? as you feel a sense of dread and longing swirling up to create a toxic combination in your stomach?

you’re pathetically eating it up.

“i miss you”, he says. “and i’m sorry. so sorry. let me make it up to you by letting me inside.”

you stare up at him for a few, long moments, your eyes glassy, wide, and emotionless. dick hadn’t expected you to become such a tough cookie since the last time he saw you, but he can tell you’re close to cracking. all he needs is to give you the final push.

dick slowly unravels one of his arms from around your waist and brings it up to cradle your face. you stare at him for a few moments, his thumb running soothingly along your jaw, but then something gives, and your eyes flutter shut, head relaxing into the curve of his palm.

“there you go,” he coos. “there’s my baby.”

and when dick leans down to kiss you, his hands slipping effortlessly into your pockets to retrieve your key, he doesn’t bother to hide his grin. he knows you feel it— wants you to— but you’re not gonna push him away. not even if your subconscious is screaming at you to deck him in the face.

what you’re gonna do is let dick seamlessly open your door and guide you inside, a gentle foot kicking it shut as you two stumble down the hallway. what you’re gonna do is let him undress you on the way to your bedroom, then let him lay you down and work until you’re shattering with a cry of his name. then, he’s gonna leave you— alone in the morning with an empty bed and a pit of despair settling deep in your stomach. and, finally, he’ll quell your deepest, darkest worries by leaving a dorky note on the fridge about how “duty calls, but there’s breakfast in the fridge!” to make sure that no matter how much you convince yourself to hate him right then and there, there will always be enough of a gap in your armor for him to wriggle right back on inside.

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[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

so glad to see you’ve been doing well!! SO SO SO excited for the return of the lando series ive missed it dearly

(6) Day Off - Lando Norris

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Things were finally back to normal, and Lando didn’t feel like anything could stop him. Even if you weren’t together in school at all, he didn’t care in the slightest. His routine was now: get home from school, have a quick shower, really quickly eat tea with his family and go upstairs to phone you. 

He did that every single day, without fail. You always teased him about it, often remarking that it was like he couldn’t relax if he didn’t hear your voice. He hated to admit that you were right, but he always just laughed it off and said ‘you wish’. 

Things at school had also been cooling off. No one had said anything to Lando about you, and no one had said anything to you about Lando. You and Lilly still hated each other with a burning passion, but she had stopped with the snide remarks. You still received your fair share of dirty looks, however. 

After a lot of begging, you had let Lando sit back next to you in maths again. Miss Kennedy was surprised, and was waiting for Lando to be sent to the back row again with a sulk, but the day never came.

Today was a Wednesday, and you were waiting at your desk for Lando’s phone call. You kept replaying your little scene in the milk aisle, and your heart always warmed at the thought of Lando’s arms around you.

You didn’t feel like you deserved for him to have taken you back so quickly and on multiple occasions, but you wouldn't complain in the slightest. Now that you had him, you were keeping him around for the long haul.

You had started to make work on your maths homework, getting a few questions done before your phone buzzed on your desk. “Hey,” you greeted, picking up the call and placing your phone back down on the wood top of your desk.

“Heya, I swear if you’re doing homework I am coming to your house and forcing you to have a break.” he replied, knowing that you were doing homework every time he spoke to you over the phone.

“One of us has to maintain our perfect reputation, Lando.” you mused, and you could practically see him rolling his eyes.

“You’re perfect all the damn time, can’t you let loose and have some fun just this once?” he whined, but he knew that you wouldn’t listen to his pleas. Not even Lando could stop you from doing the homework that you needed to do as soon as you could get it done.

“Oh yeah? And what are you doing right now, Norris?” you asked.

“As a matter of fact, my dad has just let me know that he has glued together your flashcard holder and it is drying in the garage,” he smugly explained, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that grew on your face as he spoke. 

Since you had made up, Lando had taken it upon himself to finish your flashcard holder that you had tried to make in that fateful DT lesson. At the thought of it, your fingers on your left hand flexed, the skin that made up the scars across the digits still taut. 

You had tried to protest to Lando that he didn’t have to finish it and that you were perfectly capable, but he had put his foot down and shown how stubborn he could be. Lando brought all of the pieces home that he had painted, and he and his dad had put on all the bells and whistles. 

There was a closing lid with a clasp, 11 perfectly sized dividers, a drawer at the base where you could store a few pens and pencils, plus a couple other bits and bobs that the duo had come up with. Lando had been bigging it up for the few days that he had been working on it, and you trusted him fully.

“Your dad is busy, Lando. I don’t want him to feel like he has to make it for me…” you trailed off, thinking about all of the work that they were doing for you while you just got a good grade and a useful product. 

“He doesn’t have to. He does it because I ask him to and we do it together. And I do it because I want to do it for you and I know that you’re absolutely hopeless in the workshop. I am never letting you near a saw again if I’m not watching,” he sternly said, and he couldn’t hide the hint of protectiveness that had crept into his voice. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” you said, your statement instantly met with a scoff from Lando. 

“Wasn’t that bad? You nearly chopped your fingers off and you gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at him. 

“God, you’re dramatic,” you laughed. 

“Dramatic? I’m dramatic?! Yeah, well, we’ll see who’s being dramatic when I nearly chop my fingers and you have to drag my ass over to the nurse’s office and you’re terrified that I’m going to pass out and hurt myself even more and that you won’t be able to catch me in time and- you get the point.” he cut off his ramble, not wanting to reveal the true depths of the fears he had when you had sliced your fingers. 

In his head, all the way to the nurse’s office, he was planning what he would do if you did pass out. He’d have to catch you so you wouldn’t hit your head, and he’d probably have to lie you down on the floor and go find a teacher. 

But, he wouldn’t want to leave you alone just in case you woke up and he wasn’t back to comfort you, so he assessed where the nearest staff personnel was as you walked through each corridor. He was also perfectly prepared to take his blazer off and use it as a pillow for you if it came to it.

Lando did tend to be observant, but he was scrutinising your every move on the short work to the medical room. He had never seen someone he cared about so much be in so much pain, and it scared him. 

All he wanted was to hold you close and wrap you in bubble wrap so that there was nothing that could hurt you ever again. It hurt just as much when he had to leave you by yourself with the nurse. He remembered what the fresh cuts on your fingers looked like, and he hadn’t had a chance to look at the scars that the incident had left on your hand.  

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty scary, hey?” you acquiesced, not wanting him to think about it anymore. 

“You’re damn right it was.” he agreed, calming down from his little outburst. The two of you talked for the rest of the night, as you always did, and Lando found it especially funny when your mum had come into the room and told you that it was time to go to bed and you had to hang up. 

He’d get to talk to you tomorrow, so he wasn’t overly concerned about saying goodbye for now. Yet, as the next day rolled around, Lando couldn’t spot you in the school halls. You weren’t by your locker in the morning, you weren’t in the library at your breaks or lunch, you weren’t in maths with him at the end of the day. 

You just weren’t there. 

You were never not there, never. You always showed up to school on time and he had never known you to take a day off, even before you had started talking. He had sent you a few texts, asking where you were and if you were alright, but he hadn’t received a response. 

Just as he got in his mum’s car, his phone pinged with a text. All he could do is hope that it was you, and his prayers were answered. You had responded and said that you had thrown up the night before and thought it would be best to rest for the day since you still weren’t feeling very well.

Lando’s first instinct was to ask if you needed anything, but there was another burning question at the forefront of his mind. He asked if there was anyone taking care of you for the day, since he knew your parents were gone for work early and back pretty late. From his knowledge, they would only be back at around seven, which was nearly four hours away from the current time. 

Your grandma had been over for a bit at lunchtime to make you food and ensure that you were resting, but that wasn’t enough to pacify Lando. Someone had been taking care of you for an hour, two hours max, and you had been left to deal with your own illness all day without someone to help you.

Without thinking, Lando offered to come over for a few hours. He just wanted to comfort you in your time of need, as any good friend would do. Naturally. 

You weren’t keen on accepting the offer, since you didn’t want to give him whatever bug or virus you had contracted. The thought of having Lando over was intriguing, though. It would be nice to laugh with him, or have him sit with you while you watched TV…

And that was the exact reason you finally sent through the text to tell him that he was allowed to come over to yours. Lando was stunned when he saw you approve of his request. He was actually going to get to spend some time with you. Real, quality time without anyone else there.

Initially, his mum was not happy with the idea at all. It was expected, since letting a teenage boy go over to the house of the girl he likes all by himself with no parental supervision was traditionally a recipe for disaster. Hormones were running rampant, and it wasn’t far-fetched to assume what might happen. 

His dad had had the same thought, trying to convince Lando to take the condoms that he got from sex ed class with him while his mum wasn’t listening. It was safe to say that he had never been more mortified at anything his dad had ever said to him. 

He wouldn’t do that with you, not yet anyway. Had he thought about it? That was a completely different story, but that was a topic for a whole different day nonetheless, and he certainly didn’t think about that right now. It would have caused a whole world of problems. 

But, after plenty of begging and promising to be on his best behaviour, Lando’s mum relented. She said she needed to see you first to check that you were actually sick and not just using it as an excuse for him to come over, but she trusted the two of you.

Lando had also texted through to tell you not to make yourself dinner, since Lando’s mum had made extra food for him to bring over for you. A hearty beef stew, just what a sick person would need to warm their soul.

Him and his mum left their house as soon as he had gotten changed, and she had finished boxing up the stew that had been slow cooking all day. They also made a snack stop off on the way, Lando picking out some of your favourite chocolates and sweets that he knew you liked. 

On the more practical side of things, his mum forced him to take with him a box of paracetamols, ibuprofen and anti-nausea tablets. He was sure that you would already have those in the house, but she was right when she said it was the thought that counts. 

With his snacks and medicine stashed in his backpack, Lando got out of the car and walked up the path to our front door. His mum was watching with her eagle eyes from the car, ready to suss out a lie from a mile away.

As you opened the door, it was very clear that you were telling the truth. You were sick. You were wrapped in the biggest hoodie she thought she had ever seen, your face white as a ghost. Your eyes appeared a bit puffy from a distance, and it looked like you were holding tissues in your hand with one arm crossed over your stomach.

She was happy that you wouldn’t be up for anything with Lando anyway, even if it was meant to be that type of meeting, so she put the car into drive and headed home. 

Lando stood in front of the door for a second. He just let himself drink in the sight of you, clearly sick and uncomfortable. Somehow, though, you were still gorgeous as ever to him. You being ill hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. If anything, he wanted to be near you more so that he could take care of you like he knew you deserved.

“Come on in. Sorry, the place isn’t very tidy, I would’ve cleaned but I couldn’t really be arsed.” you said, standing aside to let him through the door. Even when you were sick, you still had that sass that he found so endearing. Your voice was deeper, more gravelly from throwing up. It wasn’t bad sounding, not by any means. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about that. I just care how you’re doing.” he softly smiled, following you through to the living room. Instantly, he spotted your safe haven for the day. In the corner of the L-shaped settee, pillows were expertly set up for you to be as comfortable as possible, as well as a blanket tossed to the side that probably ended up there when you had gotten up to answer the door.

You sat back down in your spot, Lando sitting next to you. He didn’t sit too close, not wanting to seem overbearing. Even if he knew that you would fit perfectly if you were snuggled into his side. 

“Do you want food now or would you rather wait a bit?” he asked, watching your reactions closely. He knew that you probably weren’t in the mood for eating right now, since there was no doubt that you were feeling nauseous. 

“Whenever you want is good, I don’t really mind,” you said, glad that Lando was going to make food for you. Cooking was not at the top of your list of activities you wanted to do.

“I also brought snacks, but I’m not sure if you really want those,” he chuckled, glancing over at his bag where your favourite chocolate was. “Do you want me to get you anything? A drink, another blanket, medicine for anything?” he offered, ready to spring into action if you needed anything.

“Just water, please. The glasses are in the kitchen to the top left of the sink. And you can get whatever you want out of the fridge or anything, you’ve got free reign.” you told him, and Lando was straight off the couch and straight into the kitchen.

He did as you asked, getting two glasses out of the aforementioned cupboard and filling them with tap water. “Do you want ice?” Lando called to you, earning a hoarse ‘yes please’ as a reply. You thought it would do good for your sore throat.

He found the ice in a drawer in the freezer, popping a few cubes into each glass with a plink. “Here,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You gave him a small smile as a thank you. Lando sat back down on the couch beside you, fully content with the silence that had settled between you. 

He couldn’t stand how pale you looked, how much he wanted to make you feel better. He felt completely useless. All he could do was sit there and try to help you to the best of his ability, but his attempts felt futile. “Are you sure there’s nothing-” Lando started, but was cut off when you rested your head on his shoulder. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, but you needed the comfort and his shoulder was the perfect height for your neck to be comfortable. You also didn’t stop yourself from snuggling into his side. He was warm, and he was a very good thing to cuddle up to, in your opinion. 

After a few moments, Lando felt less frigid with you. He was tense to start off with, the sudden affectionate gesture throwing him off guard somewhat. But, he quickly settled into it. He relaxed more, and he even let himself sling a comfortable arm over your shoulder. 

“Are you too warm?” Lando quietly asked, bringing a hand up to your forehead as he felt the heat of your body through your clothes. You were hotter than you usually would have been, but you didn’t have a high fever.

“Just a little, but it’ll go,” you told him, making no effort to move from the position you were in. You were extremely comfortable with your makeshift human pillow. Both of you sat there for  a while, and Lando could feel himself getting hungry.

He didn’t want to push you to have dinner, since he didn’t want to move you away from his side. This had been all he had wanted with you for ages, even if he was sure that it was just in a completely platonic, friendly way. 

“Hungry?” you broke the silence after hearing his stomach rumble. If you were looking at him, you would have seen the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah, but we can eat whenever you want to,” he reassured, not wanting to rush you. He would do everything on your terms, since you were the sick one and you were the one he was meant to be taking care of.

“No, dinner sounds good right about now. What did you say your mum made?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder so that you could look at him properly. He turned to look at you, and he was barely centimetres away from you. 

He could notice every freckle on your skin, every last rivet on your face, each tiny speck of colour in your eyes. He just wanted to lean in and steal a kiss, but he knew he’d be pushing his luck. But damn did he want to try.

“Beef stew. She also made dumplings but you don’t have to have those if you don’t want,” he told you.

“But the dumplings are the best bit,” you chuckled, getting up and starting to walk to the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, getting up as well and approaching you. In his eyes, you were a fragile china doll who he just wanted to love and swaddle and protect. He already missed the warmth of you by his side, but he was sure he’d be back, cuddling up with you. 

“I was going to do the food?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, you’re not doing the food. I will. Go sit,” he said. You couldn’t even protest when he put a hand on the small of your back and gently pushed you back towards the couch. “Please, I’m here to help you, not make you do all the work yourself. That’s not fair. And, the food is in my bag so you won’t know where it is,” he told you, and you collapsed back into the cushions.

Lando smiled to himself, going to his backpack and producing the two containers of stew that he had packed. “Where are the plates?” he called to you as he popped them both in the microwave to warm up.

“Cupboard to the left of the fridge,” you shouted back. Well, it wasn’t really a shout. It was an attempt at one, the soreness of your throat not helping with your projection. 

Lando found the plates, scooping out the stew and dumplings out in even proportions. He wasn’t wanting to overface you, but he also didn’t want to give you a tiny amount that it seemed patronising.

He found the knives and forks himself, placing them on the plates and carrying them through. “Are we eating on the couch or do we have to eat at the table?” he asked.

“Normally we’d have to eat at the table, but I really don’t want to. As long as we don’t spill, it’s fine,” you said, shuffling closer to the arm of the chair so that you could balance your plate on it. 

“OK,” he nodded, putting your plate down next to you as he sat beside you, pulling the coffee table closer so that he could put his plate on there. “Eat whatever you want, I get that you’re probably not hungry,” he reassured, not wanting you to feel any pressure.

“Thank you, tell your mum that it’s absolutely delicious,” you said after scooping a forkful of stew and dumplings into your mouth. It was exactly what your body needed. Simple on the flavour, but warming to the soul. 

“It’s a favourite of mine,” he smiled, glad you like his mum’s cooking. It was nice to be able to share one of his favourite family dishes with you, especially in a setting so precious as your own home. 

The two of you ate in relative silence apart from a few passing comments as the time went by. You had the TV on quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. Lando leant back on the couch when he was done, his plate fully cleared.

You, on the other hand, had left about a quarter of your food. Lando didn’t take it to heart, since he was sure that nausea wasn’t making eating the most pleasant experience for you. He watched as you put your knife and fork to the side fully before assuming you were finished.

“Again, tell your mum that that is absolutely delicious. I would have finished it on a normal day,” you smiled, and he appreciated the consolation that you would’ve eaten it. 

“I’ll go and do the dishes,” he said, picking up both of your plates. If only his mum could see him now. Doing the dishes. He never offered to do the dishes at home, him and his siblings working on a rota throughout the week. So to see him doing it voluntarily, she would have been proud of him. 

“You can just put them in the dishwasher. Under the microwave,” you told him, and he found the larger drawer and opened the dishwasher. He slotted the plates in, before closing the machine back up and going back to sit with you. 

“Do you want dessert or would you rather give it a miss?” he asked, bringing his backpack over to where he was sitting with you and rooting through the crinkly packets of sweets and bars of chocolate. He dumped them all out on the table, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had brought all of your favourites.

“Ugh, I wish I could but I really don’t think it would be the most sensible idea for my stomach…” you said, feeling bad that you wouldn’t even be able to eat the stuff he had brought for you, and so thoughtfully as well.

“It’s OK, I’ll leave them here and you can have them when you’re feeling better,” he said, slinging an arm back around your shoulders. He was glad to have made the first move this time, and you snuggled into his side yet again. 

He had never been so comfortable with someone, never been so content. This was what he thought a relationship was meant to be. A real relationship. Cuddles, conversations and taking care of each other. 

Lando pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over your shoulders, making sure you were tucked in and cozy. Without thinking, like many things he did when he was around you, he planted a quick but soft kiss on the top of your head. He hoped you hadn’t noticed, but the way you tensed in his arms told him the opposite.

“Tell me if you get too warm, OK?” he mumbled, trying to distract from the sudden gesture of affection. In truth, he wanted to do it again. 

“I will,” you confirmed, relaxing in his embrace again. Your mind was racing though. Lando. Kissed you. Lando had just kissed you. You’d wanted him for so long and then he had just kissed you. Yes, it was only on the top of your head, but it was a kiss nonetheless. 

Both of you tried to focus on the TV rather than the storm of feelings that was swirling inside the both of you, unsure of what to do next. Ignoring it seemed like the least awkward, but tackling it head on seemed like the mature option. And, it would probably have a better outcome.

But, you felt the feeling of nausea creeping up on you. The one that had become awfully familiar over the last couple of days. Lando felt you tense up again, unsure of what was wrong. Before he had the chance to ask, however, you were on your feet and striding towards the bathroom. 

As he heard you start to wretch, it felt like his heart was breaking. He couldn’t stop himself as he followed you in, kneeling down your hunched over form. “It’s OK, you’re OK, let it all out…” he soothed, reiterating the words that his mum used to say to him when he was sick. 

His hand found a place on your back, rubbing up and down to try and offer some comfort, and trying to show that he was there for you. “I’m sorry, this is really gross,” you said, feeling unbelievably embarrassed that Lando was having to see you puke your guts out with his own beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not phased. I’ve got younger siblings, I’m used to a hell of a lot worse,” he joked, not wanting you to feel ashamed that you were sick. If anything, he was glad that you were throwing up when he was around so that you had someone to comfort you.

Lando noticed how you kept tucking your hair behind your ears and how it kept slipping back in front of your face, so he held it all back with his free hand that wasn’t rubbing circles on your back. “You’ll feel so much better in a few minutes,” he consoled.

“I promise it’s not your mum’s cooking,” you mumbled, not wanting him to feel like you didn’t like it. 

“I know, it’s OK. You’re sick, this is bound to happen,” he chuckled, letting go of your hair as you sat back against the tiled wall of the bathroom. 

You looked even more pale, and you looked tired. “Do you want a water? Cold compress?” he asked. 

“Water, please,” you hoarsely said, your throat scratchy from throwing up. Lando retrieved your glass off the coffee table, filling it up in the kitchen and dropping in some ice cubes. “Here,” he said, handing the glass to you and making sure you had a proper grasp of it before he let go. 

As you drank, he picked up a wash cloth off the counter and wet it with lukewarm water. Lando knelt down in front of you, tilting your chin up with his finger. He gently cleaned around your mouth, before letting your head drop back down. 

There was something so intimate about the moment, about letting him take care of you. You were glad that he was so comfortable with being close to you, with touching you and helping you. It was also a miracle that he actually knew what to do. 

Lando remembered from all the times his mum looked after him when he was sick, or when he had to look after his siblings. It was different with you, though. It was better with you. “I think you should go to bed,” he said, offering a hand out to help you up from your spot on the floor. 

“No, no. The couch is good,” you dismissed, not wanting to be sat in bed while Lando was just chilling in the house. 

“Please? You really need more comfortable rest. Plus, you’ve been on the couch all day and a change of scenery would be good for you,” he pushed, eager to get you more settled in bed. “I don’t have to come in with you if you don’t want, I just want you to be more comfortable,” he added, suddenly conscious of the fact that you might not want him in your bedroom with you.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind you being in there. As long as you’re not in there by the time my parents get home, we’re all good.” you sighed, taking his hand and hauling yourself up onto your feet. Lando stood close to you, ready to assist if you felt wobbly on your feet or if you needed to be sick again.

You lead him through to your room, and he couldn’t help but look around. In many ways, it was just what he expected to see for your room. A desk pressed up against the wall with a cork board hanging overhead. It had revision lists, to do lists, and even a few photos with your nearest and dearest friends. He was surprised to see a photo of you and him up there, one that he had sneakily taken in the library when the librarian wasn’t looking.

This was during the time that you spent revising together, or doing homework, or just messing around. You were buried in your work, and it looked like maths homework while he looked at it. Half of the picture was occupied by Lando pulling a silly face into the camera. 

He remembered that it was one of the first things he had ever sent you after he had finally gotten your number, but he didn’t think you’d go to the effort of getting it printed and putting it up on your board. “You’ve put that picture up, huh?” he asked, looking at the other pictures there. 

Most of them were with people he didn’t know, the odd few with people he had seen around school. The others, he assumed, were of you and your family at birthday parties and get together. His eyes were more drawn to a picture of you and another boy. You had your arms around each other, goofy smiles plastered on your faces.

He didn’t know why he felt a pang of jealousy ripple through him, but he didn’t like the thought of another guy with his hands on you. Or having a space on your cork board. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the boy in the image.

“That’s my cousin,” you said with a small smirk. You could tell he was envious of the boy, and you saw his shoulders sag in relief when he heard that there wasn’t any competition for you. Well, there wasn’t any competition. He had been declared the winner a long time ago, he just hadn’t realised yet. Not realised completely, anyway. 

“Ah, cousin, right…” he said, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Of course it was your cousin, he’d know if there was another guy in your life. 

You crawled into bed, pulling back the covers to shuffle under. Lando watched as you propped up the pillows to your liking, and all he wanted to do was get in there with you and hold you until you fell asleep. “Would you like anything?” he asked, trying to distract from his jealousy. 

“Another water, please,” you said, and Lando was right on the case. You were so glad to have invited Lando over today, since it really was your saving grace. He was brilliant at taking care of you, and it seemed like he genuinely wanted to.

Plus, the little moments that you shared along the way were like golden nuggets along a path. You loved them. From leaning into his side and snuggling him, to when he kissed you on the head, all the moments with him were perfect. You still weren’t over the fact that he had kissed you, but there were zero complaints coming from you. 

“There you go,” he smiled, walking bag in and placing the glass of water down on your nightstand with a clink of the ice. He took in your cozy form, all snuggled up in that blue hoodie and- wait.

That was his hoodie. He had lent it to you a couple days ago when his mum had picked you up like she did a couple times a week. And now, you were wearing it when you were sick and were in need of comfort. 

“My hoodie, eh?” he said with a teasing tone to his voice. He was glad you were in it, and he didn’t want you in anything that wasn’t his hoodie at this point. The sudden possessiveness wasn’t unwelcomed completely, but it was out of nowhere for the most part. 

“Yeah, it’s really comfy and warm. But I’ll get it washed and back to you,” you said, snuggling down into the covers even more. 

“You don’t have to give it back, keep it. Looks better on you than it does on me,” he smiled, liking the idea of you always having one of his hoodies on standby. It was one of the most classic cliches in the book, and now you two were living it out. 

“Really? I don’t mind giving it back,” you dismissed, enjoying the idea of keeping the hoodie, but also feeling bad that he was just giving to you, seemingly without much thought.

“No, no. Seriously, it’s all yours,” Lando reassured, still standing by the bed. His stance was slightly awkward as he fiddled with his fingers, since he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He could take a risk and get in the other side with you, but he didn’t want to push it since he was already in your bedroom to begin with. 

He could pull up your desk chair to sit beside the bed, but then he also ran the risk of invading your space if you wanted to nap without him just sitting there and watching you. 

“Do you want to sit?” you asked, answering his question for him as you patted the empty space beside you on the bed. Lando felt like his heart was in his throat as he rounded the bed without thinking. His legs just carried him before his brain had time to protest. 

Lando sat against the headboard beside you, not wanting to get under the covers with you. Well, he did want to, but that definitely felt like he would be pushing it. You turned over to look at him, lying on your side as you looked up at him. 

God, how he just wanted to run his fingers through your hair and hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. Your cheeks were still flushed and your nose was slightly red, but it just made you even more adorable in his eyes. 

“You should really get some rest,” he softly said, wanting you to get better. At the same time, he knew he’d have to leave if you fell asleep. Your parents would be getting home within the hour, and he didn’t want to be found in your room while you were asleep.

He was expecting you to protest, but he was sure you still weren’t feeling well after being sick and dealing with the trials and tribulations of your illness. All you did was nod, shifting a little to get comfortable before closing your eyes.

“Thank you for today, Lando. I really needed it.” you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Anytime,” he replied, glad that you had appreciated his efforts. He knew you would, but to be thanked was nice regardless. 

“I would let you stay, but I don’t know how my parents would react to me having a boy in my room. You’re welcome to stay for now though, they should be getting home in about 45 minutes,” you told him, and he had made the split second decision to stay for around half an hour. 

“That’s OK, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” he said. It was nice knowing that you wanted him to stay, but he understood what might have been assumed if he stayed and if your parents had caught him there. 

You didn’t respond, just letting your sick and weary body rest. Your breathing evened out, your chest rising and falling as you slept. Lando pulled his phone out of his pocket to text his mum, and she replied in due time to say that she would be there to pick him up in half an hour. That would give him a bit more time with you, but he would be gone with plenty of time before your parents returned home.

You just looked so peaceful, your illness not giving you any hassle as you were protected by your slumber. He wanted to take a picture to keep it forever, but he just had to be content with a mental snapshot for now. 

All he did was watch you sleep for the next twenty minutes, before he had to prepare himself to go. He didn’t want to leave your side in case you threw up again, or in case you needed him, but he had to. 

Lando collected the tupperware that he had brought the stew in and put it back in his bag, also making sure that no traces of his presence were left behind. Then, he let himself sit with you for a little bit longer. 

He had to keep checking his phone every few minutes, before the text that he was dreading came through. His mum was here and he had to leave you behind. Sure, your parents would be home soon and you’d have someone to look after you, but he preferred to do it himself. 

He left the sweets and chocolates that he had brought on your desk. Also, he tore a piece of paper out of one of your notebooks and wrote you a short note. He left it on top of the snacks, before standing in the doorway to your room and looking back at your sleeping form. 

Lando allowed himself to walk back over to your side, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Get better soon, I miss you.” he whispered, thinking back to how dull his day was without even seeing you in the halls. 

He couldn’t stop himself, there was just something about the feeling of your skin under his lips that he was getting a little obsessed with, and he definitely needed to rein it in before it got out of hand and he did something that took it too far. 

Then he had to go. He had to focus on walking down the stairs and out of the house so that his self control wouldn’t slip and so that he wouldn’t end up back in your room and back in your bed, where he knew he could keep you safe.

His mum was waiting outside, smiling as he got in the car. “How was she, sweetheart?” she asked, also being concerned about your wellbeing ever since Lando had told her about your current condition. 

“She isn’t feeling great. She was sick after dinner, and she just looked overall… flat.” he said, unsure on how to describe the state that you were in. 

“Bless her, that’s not good. Do you think she enjoyed the company?” she asked, pulling away from the curb and starting the drive home.

“I think she did, yeah,” he kept his answer short, not wanting to divulge into the fact that the two of you were practically snuggling on the couch and that he was suddenly so comfortable with kissing you on the head whenever he felt like it. “I might go back over tomorrow, she definitely won’t be in school tomorrow.” he said, hoping that you would be on board with the idea as well. 

“I think she’d appreciate that,” his mum agreed, smirking internally. It was obvious how smitten Lando was, but it was also absolutely adorable. His desire to take care of you was obvious, and  she was happy to encourage it as much as she could. He really was growing up into a fine young man. 

— 

As Lando predicted, you weren’t in school the next day. He was sneaking off to the bathroom to text you constantly throughout the duration of the school day, and he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. 

You told him how you were doing a little better and how you were able to eat the snacks he had left behind. It was good for him to know that he was providing you comfort, even when he wasn’t by your side. 

He still missed not seeing you around, though. It wasn’t the same without those stolen glances from across the corridor, or sitting with you during maths. He was longing for you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that that was the case. 

And finally, the next day rolled around and he was ready to endure another day without you. That was, until, he walked into maths and nearly stopped in his tracks. There you were, sitting in your seat with your books out in front of you. 

“You’re back…” he said in the otherwise empty classroom, Mrs Kennedy smirking to herself as she saw his reaction to your return. She was confident that Lando was absolutely besotted by you, and this only confirmed her suspicions. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want to miss much more,” you nodded, and he came to sit down beside you. Lando’s eyes scanned you up and down as if he were checking you over. He wanted to make sure your illness was fully gone, and he wasn’t opposed to trying to get you sent home if you weren’t feeling well. 

You looked a lot better than you had the other day, albeit still tired, but a lot better. The colour had returned to your cheeks and your eyes looked brighter. “Good, I was getting bored without you,” he smiled, his mind wandering back to the few hours he spent taking care of you.

How he longed to go back to that, to holding you and making sure you were alright. But, he had to focus on the fact that you were better. You were back, and you were better. That was what mattered. 

It didn’t take away from the fact that he wanted to be like that with you all the time, but he would take what he would get for now. The fear was that your vulnerability had only exacerbated his feelings for you, and he’d need to do something about it, and quickly. 

Lando was in too deep, and there was no turning back now. 

A/N - Here we are my loves, as promised! Thank you all so much for all of the excitement for the return of this series, it really means the world! Drop some ideas in my inbox for the next parts in this series, I wanna know where you guys want to see this story go! Love y'all💖

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This Week in BL - I'm Back (Did Ya Miss Me?)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2025 Catch Up

Buckle up beeaches, we got a lot to cover.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 1 of 12 - I called this one (via the trailer) "a low quality less fun/funny version of Wandee Goodday" and I am thoroughly ashamed of myself.

It's GREAT.

Harsh but i like it. And the fighting is quite good. Thun has a very Lan Wangji aspect to him. Protective, monosyllabic, powerful seemingly disengaged... still waters fuck run deep and all that. Poor Keen is downtrodden, clever, and adorable. It's a great dynamic, I like this a whole lot more than I expected. The pacing is even good. I'm so pleased with this BL! Damnit why did WeTV have to win this crop of new offerings?

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 10 - of course it's stupid high heat nonsense, that always ranks higher than it should for me.

3 Sorn just treats Jun like a living doll meets boyfriend and I'm kinda into the kink of it. Jun is treating him like a first time dildo so what's good for the top is good for the bottom, I guess? Also i got my bites so I'm pleased. I like that Jun is a snarky tsundere who knows how to stand up for himself. Refreshing take on the archetype.

4 I’m not opposed to this style office whipping boy in this particular show. No idea why. I just like it with these characters. I think it’s cause Sorn is so clearly in love, and literally has no idea what to do except bully the boy. Life's tough for a tsundere seme with a mad crush on an easygoing sunshine uke.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) eps 7-9 of 10 - Yet another installment of get that boy a therapist not a boyfriend. How many is that now? Countless.

7 I like how they chose to translate the pronouns (jao et al) from old-fashioned Thai into old-fashioned English (thee/thou et al)! It worked really well. I've been waiting for someone clever to do this. Well done Khun Translator! We likie!

I have to talk about how good Boom is after having seen him in his previous (not good) BL. (Where he played the seme character with a completely different screen energy.) He really is a stellar actor.

8 Way to get your fetish shoe-horned in their Japan, even when you’re being adapted. I’ve got to say that these two not only have decent chemistry, they’re really great at kissing for camera. They seem to be very aware of where the lens is and making sure their angles are good. It’s an unusual skill. It’s rare for both parties to be this aware as well simultaneously good at execution.

PROPS! They got sasaeng motivation down! Someone did their research.  

9 DOOM ep!!! 

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 3-4 of 12 -

3 I identify with Shane so much, re-organizing for avoidance is exactly what I do when emotional. Now that there’s an element of angst, I’m enjoying this show a little bit more, it feels more high school and less sappy.

4 They are EXTREMELY cute! This has a kind of modern Lovesick vibe to it, which I guess they’re going for? But it’s really hard to nail that without a bit of edge (which GMMTV rarely does. Still, I’m liking this better than I did at first.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) eps 1-3 of 14 - Hotly anticipated 3 yr production featuring ZeeNewNu in a fantasy/historical where Zee plays a knight bodyguard and Nu a prince fighting for his right to inherit.

1 Okay Princess Diaries BL, let's do this thing! It's all very fancy and it would like us to very-much know how fancy it is. Zee is still hot.  The fight scenes are still not. I don’t know where this is going. But the chemistry is good so *shrug*. I am in ecstasies over how incredibly not-British that supposedly British party was.

2 This show is wildly bad. But the wildly part is fun. Absolutely nothing makes sense, you could ride a motorcycle through those plot holes. No one behaves logically, unless you assume it is a straight up fairytale. Secondary couple is giving TulHin vibes and I am IINTO IT. You know I love a good whipping boy. 

3 So they are misogynistic but not homophobic? That doesn’t make sense. Are we in a Hellenistic cultural model or something? Oh no, I’m applying logic again. Must turn off brain-meats. That gold crown looks exactly like a hot cross bun.

Could we please get onto the secondary couple at this juncture? They look so cute and I’m mad that we haven’t seen anything substantial with them yet.

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) eps 1-3 of 13 - More conspiracy and struggles but less omegaverse.

I have to admit to reservations upfront. It took me days to finally watch the first episode. Historically I’m not a big fan of second seasons in BL. And while I enjoyed Pit Babe OG at the time, it’s not my favorite chaos BL. I convinced myself to watch the new installment by simply saying it would be all right if they messed with any of the other couples, so long as they left AlanJeff alone. And now. The chaos.

1 Of course I love Willy. Hot & creepy = my kryptonite. Nice to see Nut again, even nicer to hear that beautiful voice of his. 

2 Okay whatever. Just don't break up Alan & Jeff. 

3 I said not to mess with AlanJeff, didn't I? Argh. Meanwhile Kenta remains my favorite precious peanut. Also his arm muscles have returned in force, I see. Excellent.

Honestly, I rarely watch BTS footage, except for this show. The cast just seem to be having so much fun. I think I like the BTS better than the actual show.

I am so happy to have them back on my screen.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 1 of 12 - I admit I wasn't sold on this one from the trailer but Saint is back and I'm disposed to be intrigued by the kind of script that would pull him in. So far it feels a bit Tale of Thousand Stars lite.

I love the 3 kids = one brain cell side kicks. I also like the personalities of the main characters. They are both noble and caring in their own way. I enjoy that aspect. it remains to be seen what their chemistry as like as a couple. But I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.

The BangkokBoy (Sat Gaga) eps 2-4 of 12 -

2 Now we know how everything went down. I fast-forward through a lot of the fighting in prison. I think as our leads still haven’t met we can assume that this is not quite a BL. I think there’s also a chance that this one might not end happy. If my spidey sense goes off within the next three episodes I might drop it until I know for sure.

3 I’m going to ban Thailand and Vietnam from using flashbacks until episode six of any given show. You can’t use filler so early on in a series! Just take a shorter run time. It would be great if the main couple actually met at some point in this damn show.

4 Oh dear. More triggers. Everyone in the show is either a psychopath or utterly broken. At least our boys finally had a date. Prat fall kiss was not necessary in this style of show.

Loy Kaew First Love (Fri YT) ep 1 of 6 - I said I wasn’t gonna watch this one, but then it just dropped into my YouTube feed and who am I to resist? It’s a pretty simple story about two boys falling in love in a remote village where that just isn't a thing so everyone is against them. The scenery and the culture is interesting and different from what we are used to. It's got slightly better production values than I was expecting, and the chemistry is good. So a surprise continue for me, but I will warn you that this style of BL from Thailand only ends happily about 50% of the time, so I may drop it if I feel it's gonna head south.  

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) eps 6-8 of 12 - When they are a couple, they’re an extremely cute couple. But it starts and ends there.

6 The most ridiculous love triangle ever. As is often the case with me and love triangles could we not just have the lead and the secondary get together instead? Jimmy & Mark have great chemistry. 

7 Oh i don't know. And frankly I don’t think they do either.

8 Finally all of Sant’s trauma and background come out. Also they're good kissers. But I'm not warming to this show for some reason.

Eye Contact (Weds WeTV) ep 1 of 12 - Uni BL about a boy and a very hot campus star. Oh goodie. Something new and different for us.

It’s about what i expected. Not good but the actors are seasoned. (I already miss PokeTongue.) The production is truly awful - the sound being particularly bad and inconsistent. But frankly, I've seen worse. It's very "ordinary bottom trope" (Japan's term not mine) with 2 hot guys chasing/bullying our nerd for no apparent reason. Plot twist! Our ordinary is not so ordinary at all! And I kind of like that bit. Oh it’s still truly bad, but am I gonna keep watching it anyway? Hell yes.

Mission to the Moon (YT) 1-6 of 12 - Short form BL airing on YT, historical reincarnation romance combined with my ghost bf trope. Not sure how this one will end happy, but it's so low impact I'm watching it anyway. So far it's... fine.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) eps 1-2 of 12 - After being pressured by his family to get married, Min U asks Yu Ha to pretend to be his fiancé.

1 I’m enjoying it. Although Strongberry seems to have dropped in quality to the level of that other Korean company that’s airing short form on YouTube these days. In other words, it doesn’t really have its signature style anymore.

2 Despite my reservations around the directing and filming, I'm enjoying this show. They know where it’s at. There hitting all their marks for and old-school BL this time around. Carry on, I trust you.

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 7-9 of 12 -

7 They are awfully cute. I am starting to be scared of all the lies tho. 

8 Pretty much the same as last week. Honestly, not a lot is changing each episode. This one doesn’t seem to be progressing much.

9 Finally the DOOM ep. Cry babies, CRY.

It Finished, I'm Mildly Annoyed

Business as Usual (Korea) Final thoughts - An office reunion romance about college boyfriends meeting each other again in the workplace. Korea doing its bog standard miscommunication for the sake of plot + catlike tsundere uke but with surprise! sex out the gate. This one was mostly frustrating although the chemistry was decent and the love triangle wasn't really (yay!). It's fine. 8/10

Something Is Not Right (Korea) Final thoughts - Look, this is essentially a story of unrequited love out of willful unwillingness to believe the truth when it is staring you in the face AND told directly to you clearly. One boy confesses and then refuses to take the yes that came after it as a yes. (Like a reverse Mr Collins.) As a consequence this ended up being one of the most frustrating KBLs I've seen in a long time. Quality and performance-wise this is probably an 8/10 BL, but out of pure annoyance I gave it a 7/10. You’re pissing me off, Korea.

Stand By Me (Vietnam YT) Final thoughts - I binge watched this on my travels. 2 young boys form a bond in childhood but are parted. They reunite later in high school (the older is college age). The older one us very puppy fixated and the younger very cat tsundere. It's fine. Stuff kinda happens. There are other characters. Who do... stuff. 6/10

Last Meal Universe (Thai) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. It's done, should I bother?

Lost in the Woods (Gaga) 7 eps - Not my thing, dropped at ep 2. All signs point to no change to that opinion so I won't be reviewing.

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Secret Ghost (Thai Sat Viu) ?? eps - The trailer dropped and it looks so bad.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) 12 eps - dropped at ep 5.

In other news

Bain of Kpop group JUST B comes out - pretty historic for the industry, actually.

Yes, Viki was down for a bit mid week. It's back up again.

I rewatched while traveling

Light on Me - of course it’s still great, this is one of my few 10/10s for a reason.

My School President - I actually thought the pacing was better on a rewatch, during the original I got a little bored, this time I could simply ff through all of the stuff to do with music. It increased my enjoyment of it even more. Still a favorite.

La Pluie - I still hold with the first half being excellent, it's the second half where it loses itself (and me). Still a solid show with good core concepts an interesting things to say about major tropes. The rewatch didn’t change my opinion at all.

Cosmetic Play Lover - what can I say, I love this stupid show.

Tokyo in April is... - still a big sad for me, but a lot easier to take now that I know exactly what happens (and happened). This time around, I appreciated the performances more. Since I wasn’t as caught up in the story, I could really evaluate their nuances. It’s a great show. If you don’t mind your BL dark.

Next Week Looks Like This: Frigay is BACK!

Still Coming in May

5/18 Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't be watching this.

5/19 I Promise I Will Come Back (Thai Mon WeTV) 10 eps - A Thai Taiwanese colab. Stars two Thai actors and Taiwanese identical twins from H3. However the lead and co-producer Tontae is actually a very good actor, so this could be good unless it's oen of those mostly intended to be a tourism advert for the Thai countryside. We shall see!

5/22 The Ex-Morning (Thai Thurs YT?) 10 eps - trailer Y This is an original script written just for the OG, direct by Lit (SOTUS) about a news reporter plagued by scandal who must work with his PR ex-boyfriend to rebuild his reputation. A reunion romance that's hitting pretty close to the IRL pair branded mark. It's no secret that (much as I make room for SOTUS because of it's significance) I don't love this pair, but we shall see what we get. Of course I'm gonna watch it. I have some standards to uphold - even if they don't.

Also: if GMMTV brought Ohm T on board simply to use him as everybody’s incredibly hot ex bf who turns up at opportune times, I’m actually really happy with that decision.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S MONTH'S BEST MOMENTS (SO FAR)

He is SO CUTE. You know me and dimples.

This moment felt so honestly high school. (both Boys in Love)

Oh he's so damn proud of himself. (My Stubborn)

I just can't with these two, they are such good kissers. (Top Form)

If evil why so hot? (PIt Babe 2)

(last 3 weeks ago)

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[kelstey]

mattheo riddle ☆ confess

mattheo riddle x reader

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

he hadnt taken his eyes off of you once.

mattheo's gaze lingered on you the whole time you were on the dance floor, not going unnoticed by you. you continued to grind against some random gryffindor, acting oblivious to mattheo's death stare.

less aimed at you, more at the boy who clearly got too excited. mattheo tried to control the urge to absolutely tear him apart then and there but he couldn't. he didn't fancy getting into trouble.

it was even worse that you were wearing a slightly provocative dress - mattheo didn't mind, he could fight. but he did mjnd the fact that someone else's hands were all over you, not his.

you felt grossed out as the gryffindor's hands trailed down your body, wishing they were mattheos as his touch was the only thing you craved.

mattheo finally tore his eyes away from the scene, going over to the drinks table to join his other slytherin friends.

"when are you going to tell her?" enzo asked as he noticed mattheo's arrival.

"what?" mattheo looked at enzo confused.

"don't act stupid, you're in love with the damn girl. you do realise she's one of the most beautiful

- if not most beautiful girl in hogwarts, and other guys are most definitely plotting," enzo sipped the torturous alcohol mixed punch.

"what if she doesn't feel the same way?" mattheo said before taking a shot of vodka, the burn of the liquor tore down his throat.

"don't be silly. you both look at each other like you're the only other people in the world, everyone can see it. but id hurry cause looks like that boy she's dancing with has some other plans," enzo motioned his head to where you were dancing up against a boy.

mattheo's jaw clenched as the other boys hands made their way around your body, a desperate look in his eyes along with a clear bulge as your ass grinded on him.

without thinking, mattheo walked over to you, ripping you away from the boy. "mattheo what the fuck?!" you slurred.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he asked as he held your arm.

"having fun, what else does it look like?" you replied.

"really? cause i can see the disgust in your face as you dance on this twat," mattheo said angrily.

"what's your deal? it's not like we're dating," you said. what you didn't realise is that those words felt like multiple stabs going through his heart.

he knew you weren't dating, of course. the two of you were just best friends who clearly had feelings for each other but were far too stubborn to ever admit it.

"fine, be like that then," mattheo said and let go of you before storming off.

a week had passed since that party, an awkward tension laid amongst your friend group every time the two of you were there that didn't go unnoticed by the others.

neither of you had spoken a word to each other, once again your stubbornness and pride were both far too high to break the no contact.

"for fucks sake! cant the two of you just make up?" draco threw his hands up in the air. the boys were all having a discussion in the slytherin common room about the whole situation between you and mattheo.

"no way, if she wants to speak to me, she can speak to me. i am not talking to her," mattheo rolled his eyes.

"the two of you are literally two little kids, grow up and get over it," blaise added in.

"i agree, mattheo you have no problem getting with other girls so why is it so hard for you to do that with her?" draco said.

mattheo pondered for a bit. why was it so hard? maybe due to the fact that he was purely and utterly in love with you compared to the other girls in hogwarts who were really only used for his pleasure.

"see! you not speaking says so much, get a grip and tell her," blaise said.

"suck my dick," mattheo said before storming off to go to the black lake. he liked the peace; and even better that it was raining so no other students were likely to be there.

apart from you of course. you were sat feeding a squirrel with some trail mix you had in your bag. you were slumped at the bottom of a tree, reading peacefully before spotting a red squirrel.

it made its way over to you and you remembered the mixed nuts you had. you were in awe of the small creature, how it had no fear being cradled in your hand as you fed it.

a twig snapped which scared the squirrel and it ran off. "are you fucking joking me?" you stood up and turned to the source of the noise.

and of course mattheo was stood there. "what are you doing here?" he asked.

"i wanted some peace and quiet," you mumbled before picking up your book and tote bag, ready to leave.

"what's your problem?" mattheo stepped in your way before you could walk past him.

"you!" you shoved his chest and he stumbled back.

"me? right, and what have i done?" he raised his voice.

you grew frustrated, you didn't actually have much of a problem with mattheo. and it didn't help that he looked amazing as the rain soaked his hair and part of his shirt, just enough for you to see his toned abs.

"you know what you've done!" you raised your voice back, you didn't give a reasoning due to the fact you didn't have one, of course you could not lose this argument.

"yeah? why don't you tell me then?" mattheo walked up to you, his large frame towering over you.

"just get out of my head! fuck! every single day you're just there, and i can't help but think of you all the time. do you know how annoying it is seeing you have a new girl sit on your lap almost every time we eat at the great hall? how you want every girl in hogwarts but me? cant you see i fucking love you mattheo?" you shouted, tears welling in your eyes from the overly raw emotions and the fact you just poured your heart out to him.

"so you think ignoring me is going to solve the problem?" mattheo asked.

"yes - no - i don't know?! i want to stop loving you but i can't! i've loved you since second year and i always will!" you confessed.

"what the fuck? i've loved you since second year!" mattheo confessed back.

"then why the fuck aren't you doing anything about it?" you questioned. your question was quickly answered when mattheo grabbed your face and pulled you in. his lips smashed onto yours and things quickly escalated into a very intense make out session.

the anger and annoyance you had from the past week quickly disappeared, you couldn't help but now feel completed and happy. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. mattheo's hands snaked around your waist, somehow getting you even closer.

the two of you broke the kiss, gasping for air.

"why didn't you do that sooner?" you asked.

"i'm doing it now, and i think that's all that matters."

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

[lauramkaye]

Hot take on a 200-year-old book

At the start of Pride and Prejudice, Darcy liked Caroline Bingley, and Caroline isn't completely irrational to think that she might get him to propose eventually.

Oh, he WON'T, not with her connections in TRADE, but it isn't so very wrong of her to have hopes of him. He doesn't like meeting new people and he's used to her because she's his friend's sister, he's had her to stay at Pemberley at least once and is now staying with her family so he must not have hated it! Plus, she has fashionable manners and appearance, she's generally fairly savvy and clever, and they have a great time being bitchy to each other about people they don't like. She's funny in a mean way and SO IS HE - "She a beauty? I'd as soon call her mother a wit." For Darcy, Caroline makes a fairly amusing person to trade zingers with, roast vulgar people, and probably to use as a shield against other husband hunters that he knows less well. I suspect that Caroline's plan when they come to Netherfield is to just keep being in his orbit, showing off her society hostess and witty one-liner skills, and eventually he'll realize he has to get on with producing an heir and will decide that as far as eligible known quantities go, better Caroline than Anne De Bourgh. (Which, I mean, at least Caroline brings more pleasant in-laws and you could actually have a conversation with her.) It's not a terrible strategy for somone as antisocial as Darcy, honestly, though I think that pre-book Darcy is okay with being FRIENDS with the Bingleys but wouldn't be polluting the shades of Pemberley with them, so to speak - that's a bridge too far for his sense of what is due to his family.

(In fact when you think about it, the way that Elizabeth and Wickham enjoy dishing dirt about Darcy is kind of a mirror of the way Darcy and Caroline start out!)

I think part of why Caroline gets so very desperate and blatant is that Darcy stops playing along with their usual games as he starts to fall for Elizabeth. It's not so funny when it's about his crush, and instead of giving back another quip about how inferior these country bumpkins are, he not only shuts her down but does it in a way that is complimentary to another woman. I think the first time he does this is at Lucas Lodge with the infamous "fine eyes" comment. You can SEE Caroline getting more and more frantic to re-establish their prior rapport and Darcy just doubling down on taking every one of her attempts and turning it into a way to say something nice about Elizabeth, to the point where by the end of the Netherfield trip he is deliberately fucking with Caroline and I think is kind of enjoying it in a "hah hah, you can dish it out but you can't take it" sort of way.

If Caroline was a little smarter and more devious - a bit more like Wickham - she would have eased off and focused her comments not on Elizabeth but on her family, especially Mrs. Bennet and Lydia, who DO behave in a way counter to propriety and good manners and are genuinely embarrassing to their better-mannered sisters. That way, she could have reinforced his feelings against the match. Continuing to push him and doubling down every time he pushed back activated his Lady Catherine-Tuned Stubbornness Circuits (aka "I am the master of Pemberley and you don't get to tell me who I can or cannot marry").

Caroline and Elizabeth are both witty and fun to talk to, but Elizabeth is witty in a playful and sweet way that doesn't offend people (even when she might WANT to, see pretty much every conversation they have at Rosings). And most important, in the long run, Caroline encourages Mr. Darcy to indulge in his worst self (much like Fanny Dashwood does to John Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility) while Elizabeth challenges and inspires him to become his best self, and that's the most important difference between them.

[mysteryshoptls]

R Ortho Shroud - Athletic Gear Vignette

“What losers do”

Ignihyde Dorm - Lounge

Ortho: Woah, look at them, Nii-san! They're playing soccer out in the sports field. They look like they're having so much fun.

Idia: Does it, though? I'll pass.

Ortho: Everyone's all muddy, kicking the ball around and running down field… Looks fun…

Ortho: When I think about it, I'm always flying around. Once in a while, I'd like to be able to walk on the ground like that!

Idia: No. No way! Any guy'd kill to be able to float like that, it basically screams you're OP!

Ortho: Ehhh～? Really?

Idia: Only lame weaklings do analog stuff like walking on the ground. The real bosses are the ones that fly.

Ortho: Man… But I bet it'd be so much fun…

Library

Ortho: Hmph, I can't believe him. He gets so stubborn on the strangest things…

Ortho: Let's see, the fashion magazine archives are… Oh, here it is, "Sneakers Special Edition."

Ortho: Wooah, there's a ton of cool-looking shoes here… Ooh, there's a bunch of stylish ones on this page!

Ortho: There's so many different kinds of footwear. I wouldn't've known if I never opened this magazine.

Ortho: What's this say…? "These soles have been engineered to absorb the shock from impacts on the ground in order to provide a pain-free experience for your feet…"

Ortho: …Man.

Ortho: See, I knew it… Walking sounds great. I want to be able to walk on the surface sometimes, too…

Floyd: YOOO!

Ortho: Wah!

Floyd: I love that sneaker brand too～

Ortho: You surprised me… Hello, Floyd Leech-san. Oh, and Jade Leech-san.

Jade: I am more partial to the sneakers on the next page. This brand always does well with its high-quality products.

Floyd: Truuue, I think these shoes fit you pretty good. A bit too boring for me, though.

Jade: Is that right? I feel as though the flashy and bright colors on these sneakers would be perfect for you…

Ortho: There goes my catalog. They're getting pretty into it…

Ortho: Hey. It is that fun picking out shoes?

Floyd: Well, duh!

Floyd: We got feet to walk around on now, so it'd be a waste not wearin' kicks we like.

Jade: Is there one that has caught your eye…? Oh. But with those feet, I suppose you wouldn't be able to wear sneakers.

Ortho: Yeah… That's the problem.

Ortho: I've been thinking that I'd like to walk on the ground like you guys, but… My brother said…

Ortho: "Walking on your own two feet is what losers do! No way you're doing anything that lame!"

Floyd: …Uh-huh. "Losers," huh. Aha! That's pretty hilarious.

Jade: And "lame," is it? I see… Heh heh.

Ortho: I wanna be able to jump in puddles, or kick rocks around, you know…?

Ortho: Hey, are you two listening to me?

Jade: I don't think we can let him get away with saying that. Right, Floyd?

Floyd: Yup, you're right, Jade. We gotta make him realize just how wrong he is.

Jade: If I recall, there was that one personal factoid about Idia-san… Heh…

Ortho: ? What's with those grins? Weirdos.

Sports Field

Three days laterー

Ortho: This is like a dream… I can't believe my brother made me a body that can move around just like a human does!

Ortho: I don't have an anti-gravity unit at all! Look at me, I can stomp on the ground! I can finally do everything I wanted to do.

Ortho: Nii-san, thank you so much. I have the nicest brother in the world!

Idia: Haha, I'm glad you like it, haha, hah…

Floyd: Yeah, yeah, you look real cool. I really like those springs you got in your shoes.

Jade: They do say that fashion begins at the feet. It would be terrible to consider those who cannot fly "losers."

Jade: Right, Idia-san? You agree, don't you?

Idia: Y-Y-Y-Yeah… S-So, uh, a-a-about that one thing…

Jade: No need to fret. You created the "feet" that Ortho-kun wanted, just as you promised, so we shall not divulge it to anyone.

Floyd: Crazy that you got it done in 3 days. Good thing we didn't let your secret slip. Aha.

Idia: Urgh, why do you guys even know about that…? If that ever gets out… It's mortifying to think about…!

Ortho: Hey, Nii-san, let's race. Floyd Leech-san, Jade Leech-san, you both as well!

Ortho: I finally got my brother to build me a body built for exercising. There's no way I can lose～!

Requested by Anonymous.

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Gardenia for Secret Love

Summary: The Host Club needs to fix (Y/N) and Kyoya's friendship, stat!

            “(Y/N), do you want to come with us to tail Hikaru and Haruhi on their date? It will be fun!” said Tamaki, smiling at (Y/N).

            They looked at him from where they sat reading and glared. “No.”

            “…You’re still mad at Kyoya,” said Tamaki, wincing.

            “I’m a host, not his servant. He doesn’t get to order me around,” said (Y/N).

            “You know Kyoya didn’t mean it like that,” said Tamaki, coming in and sitting down next to (Y/N).

            “Really? It sure seemed like he does, and Kyoya says what he means,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, but, come on, Kyoya would never really order you around,” said Tamaki. He smiled at (Y/N). “You’re friends, remember?”

            “He still did. I’m a host who can get told how they spend their time, apparently,” said (Y/N).

            Tamaki looked at their face and saw their anger shift slightly. Sadness shown through their expression, instead. “Kyoya respects you. He just…wants you to not leave us.” It was as much explanation as Tamaki could give.

            “I wasn’t going to. I’m still not going to,” said (Y/N). “I wasn’t even considering going out with Tooru.” They put their book down and crossed their arms. “But Kyoya just…He acted so condescending.”

            “I think you two need to try to communicate,” said Tamaki. He nudged their shoulder. “Kyoya can explain that he just got a bit protective—” (jealous) “—and you can say you weren’t planning on saying yes. Then you two will be alright.”

            (Y/N) deadpanned as they looked at Tamaki. “Are…Are you trying to explain to me how to properly communicate feelings?”

            Tamaki posed. “I am the king the of the Host Club.”

            “…Right.” (Y/N) chuckled slightly. He was an idiot, but at least he was well-intentioned. “Fine. I’ll talk to him—”

            “Oh, good, we reserved a table at a restaurant in town for you two for lunch!” said Tamaki.

            “Are you going to follow us?” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            “No, we have to follow Hikaru and Haruhi. And Kyoya would yell at me…” Tamaki pouted. However, he wasn’t down for long and quickly perked up again. “But once you guys all talk, then we’ll all be okay and be able to spend the rest of our week having fun!” He grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and dragged them up. “Now come on!”

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            (Y/N) took a deep breath and squared their shoulders. Then, they pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked straight to the table where Kyoya—punctual as ever—already sat at. Silently, (Y/N) sat down across from him. They both glanced up, made eyed contact, and looked back down at the menus in front of them.

            How do I start the conversation? I shouldn’t have to. He was the one who made this into an argument. I was going to say no. Besides, I can date if I want to. The only person I want to date is him, but still… (Y/N) kept their eyes glued to the menu

            They aren’t speaking to me. Very well. They should have known that hosts can’t—shouldn’t—date. It would distract them. Besides, someone like Tooru who barely knows them doesn’t deserve them. They deserve someone who knows them and would treat them well. Kyoya held the menu tightly. Like me. I was quite…forward in my interruption of Tooru, but I maintain he doesn’t deserve them.

            “Can I take your orders?” A waiter appeared beside them.

            Kyoya and (Y/N) looked up, and without looking at one another, they ordered. Silence descended over them once again when the waiter. Both Kyoya and (Y/N) were too stubborn to be the first to speak, and so the silence continued awkwardly even as their food was brought to them and as they began to eat.

            Finally, after a torturous hour of silence—wow were they obstinate—Kyoya looked up from his food. (Y/N) was usually quite open and spoke to him readily, and, as much as he hated to admit it, the lack of their voice was frustrating (actually, it made him sad, but Kyoya wasn’t ready to admit that he had more emotions that satisfaction and annoyance).

            “Tamaki wants us to talk,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) raised their eyes and looked at him. “Okay. Talk.”

            “I have to, first?” said Kyoya. “I did nothing wrong—”

            “You tried to order me around like I’m not your equal,” said (Y/N). “I thought we were past that.”

            Kyoya paused. That was how it had come across? Of course it had. (Y/N) had no idea that he respected them more than he did most people—in fact, more than every other person he knew. “That…isn’t what I intended.”

            “Enlighten me, then. Don’t say you interrupted Tooru because I’m a host,” said (Y/N). “I know that had nothing to do with it. I’m not stupid, Kyoya.”

            “You’re not,” said Kyoya. “I would never imply you are.”

            “Then why did you interrupt Tooru?” said (Y/N). “I was going to say no.”

            Kyoya was quiet for a moment, and (Y/N) patiently waited for him to speak. They could see this silence was not stubbornness, it was Kyoya deciding on how to phrase his thoughts (in this particular case, he was figuring out how to not confess to (Y/N) on the spot.

            “He…does not deserve you,” said Kyoya. He looked at (Y/N). “You deserve someone who knows you and can give you the world.”

            (Y/N)’s heart felt like a drum in their chest as they gazed at Kyoya. “So you were…”

            Don’t say jealous. If Kyoya was so transparent, he might have rethink his entire sense of self.

            “Protective,” finished (Y/N).

            “…Yes,” said Kyoya.

            “Kyoya.” (Y/N) smiled slightly and put their hand out. They touched his, and he looked down at their hand covering his own. “You don’t need to protect me. I know you worry—” the incident on the beach had proved that “—but I know what I’m looking for in a relationship.” You. And you fill the requirements you’ve set. (Y/N) smiled. “And I was going to say no, clearly. I don’t know Tooru. Let me give my thoughts first. If you have concerns, you can bring them up to me later. Okay?”

            Kyoya looked at them. He didn’t want to say yes. He didn’t like watching people flirt with (Y/N) without knowing if they’d say yes or not to going out. He’d much rather handle everything himself so that he didn’t have to be jealous. But… “Very well.” Kyoya respected (Y/N) too much to say no. “I overstepped. I apologize.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “And I apologize for shutting you out. We should’ve talked it out earlier.” They tilted their head.  “So, are we alright?”

            Kyoya’s hand turned over where (Y/N)’s covered his. He took their hand gently. “Of course.”

            (Y/N) smiled, and their cheeks warmed. “Good. Good.”

            And for a moment, they sat there together, just gazing at one another’s eyes with their hands intertwined. This was…perfect. This was what every day should be, just them, together and comfortable as if they were the only people in the world.

            If I could have these moments with them forever, I would be happy. I lo—

            Just sitting with him is nice. If this moment lasted forever, I would never tire of it. I lo—

            As soon as those thoughts entered their minds, (Y/N) and Kyoya pulled their hands back. They were both composed individuals, but neither was able to keep calm with such flustering thoughts in their mind. (Y/N) smiled slightly at Kyoya, though, before looking back at their food. Kyoya smiled to himself.

            They were no longer fighting. Everything was right in the world once more.

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            “Ah. It’s raining,” said Kyoya when he and (Y/N) had finished, paid (he’d paid) for their meals, and stepped out to head back to the pensione.

            “I hope Haruhi is alright,” said (Y/N) as thunder crashed. “She is afraid of thunder…”

            “Hikaru should be with her,” said Kyoya. “They’re on a ‘date’ to get them to get along again.” He nodded. “My car is here. We can head back and check on her from there. Due to the rain, they’ll cut their date short.”

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), nodding. Still, they glanced up at the stormy clouds with worry.

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            “Hikaru and Haruhi aren’t back yet?” said (Y/N) as they entered the pensione and didn’t see the pair.

            “You two are together!” Tamaki smiled. “Your talk worked!”

            “Do not think your interference was the reason,” said Kyoya. “We would have talked tings over with or without you.”

            Tamaki pouted, but Kyoya didn’t looked at him. He wasn’t letting Tamaki’s ego grow bigger than it already was.

            “Hikaru is calling,” said Kaoru, answering the ringing phone. “Hey, Hikaru?” A pause. “Eh? Are you coming home by foot? What about Haruhi?” He sighed. “You argued again and split up?”

            Tamaki’s eyes widened, and he grabbed the phone. “You got in a fight and left?! Hikaru! You didn’t see her get in the car, did you? If not, go back!” Clearly, Hikaru was putting up a huff. “Go back and find Haruhi. You jerk! Go back right now! How dare you leave a girl behind in the rain! Before you throw a fit like some jealous brat, think about how others might feel! Haruhi is afraid of thunder!”

            (Y/N) and Kyoya exchanged a surprise look. Tamaki’s truer feelings had come through in a surprisingly mature manner.

            “Kyoya, we’re using your car to find Haruhi and Hikaru!” said Tamaki. “Let’s go!”

            “Hikaru will call me when he finds her,” said Kaoru, nodding.

            And, soon enough, they did find her. Hikaru had tracked her to a church and sat with her while the thunderstorm raged. He hugged her while she shivered, showing a level of maturity he had not yet shown. Tamaki smiled and helped carry an emotionally-exhausted Haruhi to the car. As (Y/N) watched, they tilted their head. Perhaps he hadn’t realized his true feelings, but…something was happening.

            “You meant for Hikaru to learn some compassion on that date,” said Kyoya to Kaoru as they watched Hikaru and Tamaki with Haruhi. “Did you think about the possibility that he might fall in love.”

            “Oh, that,” said Kaoru. “That won’t happen yet. After all, Hikaru is still an idiot.”

            “Like Tamaki,” said Kyoya, nodding.

            Like you and (Y/N), thought Kaoru, glancing at Kyoya as he gazed at (Y/N).

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            “I shouldn’t have been so rude to you,” said Hikaru, not looking Arai in the eyes. He bowed. “I apologize.”

            Arai smiled. “Don’t worry. I understand.” His smile softened. “I’m glad Haruhi has friends who care about her.”

            Behind them, the group was enjoying a summer festival at Karuizawa. Hikaru and Arai looked over at where Haruhi was showing an excited Tamaki all the games. She glanced up and smiled.

            “We’re lucky to have her, I think,” said Hikaru, smiling slightly.

            “(Y/N), you’re here,” said Honey, grinning.

            “Sorry I was late. I wanted to check out some of the bookshops,” said (Y/N).

            Kyoya looked up and had to catch his breath for a moment. They wore a familiar denim jumpsuit.

            “That’s a nice outfit, senpai,” said Haruhi.

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), smiling. “It was a gift.” They glanced at Kyoya and made eye-contact, smile softening. “I really like it.”

            “Haruhi, my net broke,” pouted Tamaki.

            Haruhi sighed. “I’ll show you again how to play.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and walked away to join Kyoya. “Thank you.” They had found the package waiting on their bed with a card reading, “I’m sorry” in familiar handwriting. “You didn’t have to buy it.”

            “You look happy,” said Kyoya. That was enough for him. “You deserve it.” They deserve the world.

            (Y/N) smiled. “As long as this isn’t a scam to get me to pay you back,” they chuckled.

            “You don’t have to pay me back,” said Kyoya. Their presence was enough.

            (Y/N)’s lips parted in surprise. Kyoya, not focusing on money? Inconceivable. Inconceivable but…flattering.

            “Haruhi, dance with me!” said Honey, grabbing Haruhi and pulling her over to wear music was playing.

            “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra was playing, and several couples were dancing. Honey was jumping around while holding Haruhi’s hands excitedly. Tamaki pouted at seeing her dance with someone else, but the twins grabbed Tamaki to dance with him. Mori hovered at the edge and just watched with a soft expression.

            “Well, for all the trouble this vacation has been,” said (Y/N), “At least we ended up having fun.”

            Kyoya paused and looked down at them. “Would you like to dance?”

            “I might go and join, yes,” said (Y/N).

            “I meant with me,” said Kyoya. He raised a hand.

            (Y/N) didn’t hesitate. They took it, and Kyoya led them to the dance floor. He put his other hand on their waist, and (Y/N) rested their second hand on his shoulder. To the music, they moved in tandem, and (Y/N) smiled at Kyoya. There was enough energy that they didn’t get caught just staring at one another, but it was hard to tear their eyes from one another. It was just so easy to be together.

            Kyoya’s mind kept flitting to their moment together at lunch, the quiet calm, the way their hand fit in his. Here they fit just as well, now in his arms. Kyoya didn’t want to let them go. He wanted to hold them forever. They trusted him. They cared for him beyond his money and status. They liked him for who he was and never judged. Kyoya loved them for it. Kyoya loved (Y/N).

            (Y/N) let Kyoya spin them and grinned. This was the perfect moment. Being with Kyoya was perfect. He cared about them and respected them. He saw their potential and never discouraged their efforts to build a better life for themself. He noticed the small things about them, what they liked and what they didn’t. And (Y/N) loved that about him. (Y/N) loved Kyoya.

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[lackablazeical]

It would be fun to see the fusion AU mixing different brothers, Kenichi and Raph, Ichida and Leo, Chizu and Mikey, Donnie with Usagi, etc etc etc, it’s interesting to think abt what fusions would be most stable depending on who they’re fused with.. such a fun concept to me!! I personally think the original Chizu & Raph, or really any Raph or Chizu fusion, would be the most stable ones, but in regards to the other brothers I feel like Leo and Kenichi, Mikey and Ichida, and Donnie and Usagi would be the most stable solutions for them all.. but they’re also probably gonna have issues too

Ok so this is gonna be a long post deal with it OK SO

Raph Fusions -

Rizu - The most stable of any rabbit/turtle fusion, Rizu is the ultimate big sister. She is protective and nurturing, always there to give hugs and support. Though she's not someone you want to cross, he can still very easily rip you in half.

Rashi - Rashi is THE himbo jock, combining Ishida's energy with Raph's strength. A bit cocky but motivational and friendly, the fusion often only gets destabilized when Ishida wants to persevere whereas Raph wants a nap.

Rasagi - A bit of an agorophobe, Rasagi keeps to Rasagi. Rasagi can most often be found hiding in dark areas or at the bottoms of swimming pools to enjoy some quiet time. Rasagi is very stable though! Unless Rasagi is being perceived.

Raphchi - Raphchi is... a tough case. Both components are stubborn, so they're like talking to a wall. Competitive and a massive stickler for rules, it's suggested to NEVER have a board game night with this guy. But it will always speak its mind and defend its loved ones. Also, it's a natural at sumo wrestling.

Leo Fusions -

Lhizu - Lhizu is a loving (smothering) girl who just wants to show everyone how much she cares. Can most often be found sewing with spider silk or sharpening one of her many knives. Becomes unstable when matters of healing come up.

Leish - What do you get when you cross a hidden city bachelor with a delusional stalker? Leish!! Leish is a smarmy and shallow guy, always quick to move on to the next person who has caught his attention. He is always ready to belittle anyone who isn't interested in him or to show off. Becomes unstable around potential partners.

Leosagi - Egotistical through and through. Barely looks away from anything that is reflective, and if he does, it probably means someone is going to die. Always preening and praising itself, Leosagi is often in their own little world. While extremely unstable (uncoordinated movements/speech, extreme mood swings, etc), they will stay fused unless forced apart by a third party.

Leechi - The WORST theater kid ever. Leechi (or 'leech') is an obsessive girl. Always having a person of interest to obsess after and follow around, with the goal of mimicking them perfectly. They copy routines, habits, any of it, often leading to situations like them acting out someone's breakfast routine at 2 am. Hides second face to seem more normal to potential crushes.

Donnie Fusions -

Dozu - Snakelike and unstable, Dozu is a rough one. With science and religion at war inside them, Dozu is often spastic and confused. She often enjoys dissecting things and then regretting it, wherein she tries to put them back together (usually with a few mismatched parts.) They are very unstable especially in lab/social settings.

Donnida - A friendly and chipper guy hiding away an evil scientist. Chatty to the max, Donnida has a natural talent for lowering people's guards or convincing them of things. Most often he uses these trusting people in experiments. Evil is extremely proud of evils collection of specimens gathered.

Donsagi - A total agorophobe, it is rare this fusion ever leaves the dark room they hide away in. They prefer pondering philosophy or playing VR to the real world. They create drones to do things like interact with others or gather 'necessities' like food and water (and the important USB cables).

Kennie - A brilliant mind! Kennie loves to learn and create, especially things like mechanics, architecture, astronomy, and history. Dey are always knee deep in projects, always busy and planning, but that's the fun part! The fusion tends to destabilize over deir burnout though. Ken and Don do not agree what self care means

Mikey Fusions -

All of these fusions will have excess mystic Magic from Mikey btw

Mikzu - A witchy gal!!! A lover of all things Halloween and spooky. When not eating candy apples or sewing on new parts, she's typically turning someone into a frog. A total manic pixie dream girl icon. Her lilypad hat holds liquid mystic energy, which often spills out during her antics and leaves chaos in her wake.

Mishida - The adrenaline junkie of the century. Only knows how to do, not think. Scales buildings or jumps down obscured pits just for fun, and always comes back with a trophy of victory and another ego boost. Most often found dancing. Stability typically lowers if Ishida and Mikey have conflicting priorities. Also he may tend to be a bit shocking to others lmao

Mikesagi - a walking train wreck. Clumsy, ditzy, and scared, it's a wonder they manage to stay together at all. Most commonly found tripping over their own feet or talking to himself. Highly unstable, so much so that it's hard to get info on them! Their belt is how Mikey's mystic energy vents out. The hands aren't super nice tho, usually just throwing things or flailing

Michi - a chill, laid-back guy. Sort of a stoner cousin vibe, Michi is just here for a good time. Always willing to hang, even if it's just to be lazy or to commit some type of felony. A foux-intellectual, just says buzzwords that make it sound smarter than they are. Smells faintly of incense at all times. Destabilizes around Leo or Usagi.

[geminid]

some thoughts about my age, the age of fandom, and the perception of me.

I was an adult already when fates came out and so it's a bit odd being in the current day fandom where a lot of people talk about having been 14 or so at the time it came out and how they're coming back to it now or something. A lot of these people are in my inbox regularly. And perhaps because of its overall reputation I feel like people talk about it like "I was just a kid, I got hyperfixated, I couldn't help it" etc. Which also does feel awkward because well, I guess that means I should've known better since I wasn't a kid?

I know I jokingly tell you all that you apply the +Old debuff on me a lot but sometimes it's a bit less of a joke than I'd like. We could all be nicer to ourselves and each other. You're fine, we're all fine. My daily life is going to simply continue even if I'm cringe online. I'm having some real fun out here and I think putting my time and energy into creation is pretty cool, not everyone devotes time to a creative hobby. And not only do I make stuff for myself, my fanwork has inspired fic, more fanart, and even cosplay, multiple times. I only want to continue to do the same and hope it continues to inspire others.

Tangentially related but after years of being derided over my choice in Fire Emblems, I don't find this series overall to be a showstopping masterpiece. I've not played all of them but I did play some fan faves like telIius and trio of houses and none of them blew my mind and made me change my ways. I actually find most games I play in general to be OK at best, because it's pretty damn hard to deliver a perfect video game but I've also just seen a lot of stories and not all of them will resonate strongly with me anyway. I like fates because I've actually made this choice myself, I like the characters and their interactions and find that getting to choose between a gothic western aesthetic or a traditional japanese aesthetic is incredibly fun to draw. I'm not some poor soul who has simply never truly experienced Fire Emblem or whatever.

So anyway, I suppose I still get surprised at the sort of things that change in this fandom despite how old it is. If I'm anything though I know I'm steadfast in pursuing my interests. Perhaps more because I'm stubborn than I am brave or self assured. Who knows.

[glossypolaroidkisses]

hi my love!! im excited to see what ur blog will contain hehe omg im so ecstatic that u commented that ur interested in the whole right brained reader thing hehe i js want to know ur thoughts on the relationship dynamic of having a more humanitarian reader who likes english, arts everything that's quite opposite to what luigi is like!!

hihi!! omg I’m SO excited too!! i already feel so welcomed!! ok this is so fun, buckle in!! bear with me!!

since luigi seems to be so analytical and anal with his thought processes (like you mentioned), i can see him pre-relationship being a bit skeptical while getting to know you; just because that’s not how his brain works. at the start he’d ask you so many questions. you’d have so many conversations that would give him better insight into your mind, to make sure you’re not just in la la land all the time. it’s giving, waiting for 3rd or 4th date to talk politics?… no. 1st date we’re talking about thoughts on religion, the afterlife, etc.

also, that’s not an insult to right brained/artistic ppl, I’m one of them (if you couldn’t tell lol)! i’ve been perceived as dumb(er than others) because I’m so driven by creativity, english and the arts (NOT scientific or mathematical at all). It's only once someone gets to know me better, that they learn how intelligent I am. right brain thinkers are more likely to be dismissed or overlooked, imo!

someone like luigi may not have been too surrounded by many right brain thinkers let alone dated them, and he would be so curious about what goes on in your mind.

obviously, you do develop a relationship and the dynamic would be adorable. you balance each other out! there may be some minor situations and misunderstandings where his strict, logical, rational self isn’t sure where you’re coming from; but he always listens to you explain your POV, and does come around to understand it. he’s very open minded, esp when it comes to you!

he loves your brain. i mean, he’s so fascinated by it. you find art, beauty, creativity and meaning in things that he could’ve never perceived in such a way. both of your brains work in different ways that are both so important.

whether you come to him about a situation all pouty, or do the opposite, acting stubborn and silent about it until he picks up on your mood shift, coming over to help you.. he’ll have a solution. he’d drop anything to brainstorm a way to help you solve your problems. for luigi, because of his logical problem solving, the solution is usually simple for him to come up with. but then you’re standing there with stars in your eyes like ‘wow luigi😍❤️ i would’ve never come up with that🤩 thank you so much😩’ and he’s just there, giddy, bc you make him feel so smart and useful. he’s so happy when he can help you in any way.

there will probably be a lot of funny moments trying to make decisions together. you might want to decide based on gut feeling, or your emotions, but he’ll be so analytical; thinking of every detail. for example, buying furniture together. you might be like “omg! this couch is such a cute colour, matches the vibe of our apartment and it feels so soft!” and luigi would be like “uhm… yeah! cute! but… (pulls out tape measure) it isn’t the correct dimensions, the fabric isn’t stain resistant, the cushion covers aren’t removable, and it isn’t well reviewed online….😅🥸”

if he’s not with you, he’ll take photos of things he sees while out-and-about, maybe exploring, and send them to you. or!!! when he comes home, he’ll be all excited to show you stuff he took pictures of, wondering what your perspective on it would be, how you would interpret it. he’ll go through the pictures with you and just listen to you gush over something artsy or interpretive, like if he saw graffiti he thought you’d find cool, a quote from a book or painting at a museum. idk!

if he goes book shopping for his own yk NON fiction books, he’ll always come back with a book or two for you. he’ll get home, probably make some sort of joke like “i just chose the book that had the most colourful cover”, when in reality he spent time at the bookstore looking through the books, reading so many back covers to choose one that he knows you’ll genuinely enjoy. or, he’ll just buy a book he remembers you mentioning you wanted in passing. even if he wouldn’t enjoy reading it, he enjoys knowing it brings you joy. and if you talk to him about a book you’re reading/read, he’ll listen as if it’s his favourite genre.

me personally, idk if it’s the eldest daughter in me, but i LOVE being taken care of + i think he’d enjoy feeling helpful. like if i was drawing on an app on my ipad and it crashed or something, i’d go running to him for help.. with anything technology related (even if i had an idea of how i could fix it myself) like heyyy my lil compsci problem solver.. help pls😇

overall, i think this dynamic is so sweet as long as you can both embrace each others differences and find that harmony. he would add more structure to your life while appreciating your perspective, and you’d add more spontaneity, empathy & creativity to his!

also idk if i touched enough on this, but this dynamic is literally a humanitarian power couple. like fighting for what’s right, with his brain and your heart!! best of both worlds for a well rounded perspective!! mwhahaha

thank you so much for submitting that! oh my god that was so much fun I’m not insane i promise (maybe a lil hehehe) it is literally 7 am i am going to sleep now. i just started responding to that ask and couldn’t stop. aaa love it!!

i hope you liked it!! don’t be afraid to give feedback, anyone! i loooovee requests like these!! keep em coming!! mwah

[dykedvonte]

do you think curly and anya got into arguments? what do you think is the silliest thing they ever argued over?

I think they all got into arguments. Stuck in a small space with only so much to occupy you with the same like 4 people. You learn patterns, you learn habits and odd little behaviors' they have. You learn to love or loathe them but I personally think these two would keep those type of gripes to themselves.

Personally I think they would argue over game nights because Curly is very much a “I don't really care about the game or if i win or lose ill have fun either way” person and Anya is so prideful and insistent that Curly would be so bitter if he kept losing, like her. It becomes a repeated back and forth because Curly is adamant he just would not care cause it’s a game, even mentions he lets himself lose with Jimmy a lot and they have a better time for it, and Anya just grabs him like the Cosmo and Timmy meme and rants about the thrill of running someone's pockets dry when they land on your properties in monopoly. He is taking the piss out of her. Like I feel like their arguments are just a bit absurd most of the time and like two casual friends teasing each other's quirks.

Though I feel if they had a real argument it would feel less like an argument and more like the most tense discussion of "I feel" statements and dead end routes. I can only really see them "arguing" about Curly's own health. Not pertaining to the games events (I tend to answer these type of asks as if it is prior or didn't happen), Curly does just seem to neglect himself in favor of is duties routinely, subsequentially impacting those duties. It's a lot of "I feel like you should rest more." or "I feel like this is not healthy for you." from Anya that inevitably turn into "Captain, this is not a good habit to have". Curly is a lot of "I feel fine"s that turn into "Please do not worry about me, Nurse Anya." and a sort of petty professionalism they put on when the other is being stubborn about the issue. I feel like he's also just a bit of a nag since he tries really hard to not be stern so its a sort of pestering but that's not Anya's specific.

They just don't seem like the types to bicker with each other because I don't think they want to be heated with each other, like arguing or you'd have to push them to that point unless it's something silly, in which the arguments sound like "I know you are but what am I >:)".

[mcflymemes]

FOURTH WING PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the book by rebecca yarros, adjust as necessary

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy. a rider without their dragon is dead.

i'm used to functioning in pain.

that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.

have you always been this tall?

if we let fear kill whatever this is between us, then we don't deserve it.

dragon relationships are absolutely incomprehensible.

tell him if he harms you, i'll scorch the ground where he stands.

i'm calling out for you.

i thought you said kissing me was a mistake.

you are the smartest of your year.

dragons always know.

funny how people rename everything that makes them feel uncomfortable.

what changed?

you make it hard to look away.

if you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, i would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

it's hard to love a second home as much as the first.

why would you say that?

that does limit it a bit.

i am completely, utterly obsessed with [name].

even when i'm not with you, there's only you.

i can't seem to stay away.

kiling you wouldn't be any trouble.

we can live as cowards or die as riders.

i'm just not as strong as other riders.

i know exactly who and what you are.

i don't deserve you. but i'm going to keep you all the same.

strength of courage is more important than physical strength.

even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.

i will not run.

you're not going to handle me?

what are you waiting for?

you turned oranges into a weapon?

thank you for being my shadow.

it's not fun if you expect it.

i am annoyingly aware of everything you do.

don't borrow tomorrow's trouble.

there is no me without you.

i wouldn't be standing here if i'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome.

i am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been.

you still love me. it's possible.

i'm not afraid of hard work, especially not when i know just how sweet the rewards are.

i am infinite.

which one are you calling out for?

it's been my honor.

i'm so wildly in love with you that i can't imagine what my life would even look like without you in it.

if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty.

you never considered that it was you i couldn't stay away from?

coming in last is better than coming in dead.

i would rather lose this entire war than live without you.

if that means i have to prove myself over and over, then i'll do it.

you gave me your heart, and i'm keeping it.

hope is a fickle, dangerous thing.

you look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?

i'm going to keep you. you're mine.

thank you for being my friend.

none of this is worth it without you.

you're making us look bad. stop it.

i've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.

lies are comforting. truth is painful.

it's just you and me in this room, and i don't share.

the right way isn't the only way.

i will not die today.

one generation to change the text. one generation chooses to teach that text. the next grows, and the lie becomes history.

you can't make me fall for you and then die.

going for blood today, are we?

[kathrynofgreats]

Why Complain About Lack of Self Realization When You're Always on That Damn Phone?

Lengthy bits of brutal motivation, learning acceptance, and friction.

Answering Kat:

"I've recently come upon the reality of graduation and the impending college applications. With such an important part of my life coming up, I started actually thinking about what I'm going to do once I'm a real adult. I doubtfully decided I was going to school for accounting, and then a career in it. It was easy to just say that, until now. I had the thought of, 'Wow. I'm so full of creativity, dreams, and fluidity. But, I choose a repetitive, soul-sucking career path.' How was I, the most imaginative person I know, going into the seeming same life set-up that I have now, that I so deeply resent?

And then I really thought about it. Full of creativity? I spent hours of my life consuming brainless content that influenced my daily daydreams, making me feel as good as I do after eating cheap fast food that leaves me on the toilet after ten minutes. Full of dreams? I can hardly figure out what I'm going to accomplish today, let alone come up with an idea of what I expect in five years. Full of fluidity? I get emotionally unregulated the moment one thing is out of place in my repetitive routine.

How does my own brain come up with crap and lies like this? I mean, I should know myself, right?

Except, here I am, a netizen since the age of seven. I've been consuming content since before I could find myself, and I expect to have myself figured out? To know what I want to do for the year? For the next five years?

How the hell did it get so bad?

Is there even anything salvageable to learn about myself at this point?

Is there even a me?"

Well, don't just sit there wondering. Get off your lazy butt and grab some paper and a writing utensil.

"Wow, that's original."

You're going to have to realize, hopefully sooner rather than later, that those annoying tips actually work. Yeah, going outside works, exercising works, drinking water works, eating good food works, and getting enough sleep works. Get out of your own stubborn head and just do it. Don't wait for the "right" time, the "perfect" moment, there is none. Right now is the moment. The present is all we have.

It's time to wonder about yourself as you do others. It's time for an introduction. Introduce yourself to you.

What's your name? Where are you from? Do you have family? Do you have pets? What do you do in your free time? What's something you've absolutely can't live without?

Why can't you live without it? Why do you do that in your free time? Why did you get that pet? How's your relationship with your family? Why do you live where you live? Why is that your name?

Why. A simple word. A word that I'm sure brings you back. Back to a time where people didn't feel shame for not knowing, for asking, for having curiosity. Live by this word. Always question things, like the seat that you chose, the picture you like, the reason for your laugh, the reason for your tears, the reason you eventually get up in the morning.

Get off the phone, even for an hour. You have so many questions for yourself, nothing is definitive about your always growing self.

Yes, there's always balance. Go ahead and take that break, of course you deserve it, but don't let that break become needlessly long. Don't let it become your entire life. The internet is fun, there's an infinite about of opportunity, but your brain wasn't made for that infinitive.

It's okay to not know everything always.

"But isn't it a bit late now? I'm still graduating soon. I have to decide now."

Graduation isn't the end. Your life is still there. It's okay that you can't see the very top of the stairs, you just haven't cleaned your glasses yet. Take some time and wipe the oil and dirt off, then keep climbing. Maybe they're really dirty because you were just busy having too much fun, or you simply forgot. Just stop where you are and clean. You'll thank yourself.

If you think accounting is safe. Go for it. If you end up thinking something else is safe. Go for it.

There's still time.

Even if you spend hours upon hours of your time dedicating yourself to this, and then realize it's not for you. That's fine. Just try again. Never stop trying.

Go all for it. Throw yourself into this, even if you're doubtful that it's even something you want to do for the next weeks. You'll never regret trying, you'll always regret not trying more.

That means running for that stupid position in that organization, talking to those people you don't like, waking up at that time you feel is ungodly, and doing that work you don't want to. Leave no room for regret. Your small moment of discomfort means much less than that heavy, guilt-tripping regret.

Just do stuff.

And do it for you.

Sincerely,

Kathryn