#also - for the person who asked a question about a particular show I made with a company who is mentioned in this answer

[thelaurenshippen]

Have you ever thought about reaching out to netflix for a tv series deal of the bright sessions/am archive/college tapes???

i think that would be the best tv series i've ever seen!!

hey!! thanks so much for your enthusiasm, I also think it would make a great TV show! the short answer is that there are no concrete plans for this, but if you're interested in more specifics, read on!

so, there's a few things at play here - the first is that with the current strikes, I can't work in TV in any capacity! so everything else I say here is for some hypothetical future when all the big companies finally agree to pay people fairly! here's hoping that future isn't far off.

the other big piece is that it is very, very hard to sell something into TV, especially for someone like me who has no TV experience. there are people on here who are much smarter and more experienced about this kind of stuff than I am, but unless you're a very big deal, you can't just approach a network or streamer (like netflix) with a TV project. typically, you need a production company or a studio first, who "option" your idea, which means signing a contract with that studio that says you'll develop the idea with them and them alone for a specific amount of time. then you build a pitch, maybe attach talent (showrunner, director, lead actor, depending on what you're coming in with) and then you go out and pitch to the networks/streamers. and then, if you're lucky, it gets purchased and then, if you're really lucky, it actually goes past the development stage and gets made.

The Bright Sessions has been optioned a few times already actually, and has been pitched to all of the major networks and streamers (the last time was 2021). no one bought it! once something has been taken out to that extent, it can be hard to take it out again, but never say never! I would still love to see it someday.

thanks so much for your love for the show!

[bratzforchris]

Scream (Part I), C. Sturniolo

Summary: Ever since you were a little girl, you've always loved horror and slasher movies. When Chris finds out about this, he decides to indulge you in your deepest, darkest fantasies about the one and only Ghostface.

Pairing: Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood/gore/murder and stalking/obsessive behavior, fingering, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk!Chris, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part one of a two (or multiple) part work! This part isn't entirely scary, it's more like background for part two, however, I wouldn't recommend this work for you if you scare easily/struggle with paranoia. Your mental health comes first<3 Chris isn't Ghostface in this part but just you wait ;)

You smiled as you pulled your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket closer around you, adjusting yourself in the blanket fort you had made on your living room floor. You were waiting for Chris to get home from filming a video, eager for the night ahead. It was your Friday night movie night, and this was your week to pick the movie. Luckily for you, this particular Friday had fallen on October 1st, which began your favorite time of the year. “Slasher Season” as you liked to call it, ran the entire month of October and allowed you to engage in your guilty pleasure. Ever since you were a little girl, you had loved all things horror. Odd for a little girl? Yes, but then again, you had grown up with older brothers and had wanted to be just like them. 

The sound of rain and chill, autumn air pounded against the glass window panes, making you giddy with anticipation. Between the ambience, your blanket fort, and the soft, orange lamps you had turned on, it was the perfect setting to watch your all-time favorite slasher film with your favorite person. You always watched Scream,1996 as your first movie of the season, due to the fact that it had been the first true horror film you had ever seen and because Ghostface held a rather…special place in your heart. 

You decided to text Chris and ask him if he wanted hot chocolate while you waited, unsure of showing your boyfriend this movie to begin with. Chris knew that you loved horror movies, but he had never really watched one with you, seeing as how you two had only been dating since March. You also knew that beneath his “I’m a tough guy” exterior, Chris was a soft and sensitive guy, and as much as you wanted to share your interests with him, you didn’t want to terrify him. Maybe the hot chocolate would lighten the mood a bit. 

You: do you want hot chocolate? i’m showing you my favorite movie EVER tonight and i want it to be extra special

Chris: that’s a silly question, ma. ofc i do 💓

You smiled, momentarily pulling yourself out of your fort and padding towards the kitchen to make the warm drinks. Your heart thudded happily as you mixed the warm milk with the cocoa powder dividing it evenly between your Grim Reaper mug and Chris’s Pepsi mug. You heard the door to your apartment click, and in came Chris, already sporting soft pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He slipped his shoes off, placing them with your own by the door, before padding into the kitchen. 

“Smells good.” Your boyfriend smiled, wrapping you in a hug from behind and happily burying his nose in your neck. 

You kissed Chris’s cheek and picked up the mugs, scooting out of his hold and trekking to the living room. “C’mon Chrissy, it’s initiation time.” You giggled. 

“No ‘I missed you!’ or ‘How was your day?’?” Chris fake scoffed, sitting down on the couch as you placed the mugs on the coffee table. “You’d think whatever this movie is has you like, horny or something.”

You bit your lip, ignoring Chris’s comment and plopping down in his lap. “It’s a cinematic masterpiece, actually,” You found the remote wedged between the couch cushions, migrating to Netflix and turning on the streaming service. While you waited for the app to load, you looked at Chris, who had his fingers running through your hair, a sleepy smile on his face. “But seriously, this is my favorite Halloween movie ever. I’m so excited to show it to you.”

Once the app had loaded, you turned around giddily, finding the movie. You hit play and then immediately paused the movie as the infamous Ghostface mask stared back at the both of you. You eagerly picked up your hot chocolate and passed Chris his own, pulling your Jack and Sally blanket over your legs. Chris kissed your neck softly as you took a sip of your drink, fully engrossed in the movie. He had no idea what he was about to experience, but at the same time, he thought your eagerness over a silly Halloween movie was adorable. 

“So, um, what exactly are we watching?” Chris asked softly, rubbing the small of your back. 

“You’ll see.” You smiled.

Drew Barrymore as Casey Becker picked up the white landline phone, and you felt yourself smile with excitement. Between her fake flirty voice to the unknown caller, her cheeky little smile, and then the sound of Ghostface’s voice filtering through the phone, you had to remind yourself that this was a movie as you clenched your thighs slightly. In your deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones you only allowed yourself to engage in during the late hours of the night after Chris had fallen asleep, you were Casey Becker. 

If Chris noticed, he didn’t let on. He just continued to kiss down your neck and rub your back, eyes trained on the screen. It wasn’t until Casey ran out to the pool area to see her boyfriend dead and tied to a chair with his guts spilling out that Chris cringed. “What in the fuck do you have me watching, ma?”

You paused the movie and huffed, slightly irritated that Chris was dragging you out of your thoughts. “You actually don't know what movie this is, Chrissy? Did you grow up under a rock?”

Chris shrugged, studying you as you fake-pouted at him. “Why don’t you let me in on your little secret then, huh? Tell me what I’m watching.”

“It’s Scream from 1996. The Wes Craven one.” You rolled your eyes childishly, shoving his chest. “I’m equating Boston to a rock now, because you’re telling me you never watched this?”

“Nope,” Chris shook his head. “Never.”

“You have no culture.” You joked, kissing his lips and pressing play on the movie once again. 

The scene continued to unfold, with Casey running around her burning home with a knife. Chris cringed a bit when the girl was finally found by the wicked killer as he chased her with his knife, blood gurgling once he slit her throat. As Casey crawled through her luxurious yard, leaving a trail of blood in her wake, Chris finally knew what you two were watching. He had dressed up as Ghostface for Halloween during his junior year, more so as peer pressure from his friend group that was dressing up as characters from iconic horror films rather than because he actually wanted to. 

Chris hadn’t known anything about Scream or Ghostface beyond the white, ghoulish mask when he’d dressed up. He hadn’t even really thought about that night since, but now, he studied you as a twitch rolled through your body at the sight of the masked killer brandishing his knife. You had leaned closer to the television, your eyes alight with the sick excitement of it all. Chris remembered that specific Halloween clearer now; several girls had come up to him during the night, asking for his number. The few that were really brave had even asked for a game of cat and mouse, fluttering their lashes as they subconsciously moved closer to him. Your boyfriend was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you unintentionally grind into his lap, your thighs clenched harder than before. 

“You okay? You’re moving a lot.” Chris asked you, nibbling at your ear as he rubbed slow circles on your upper thigh. 

“Mhm. Why?” You asked, hoping Chris wouldn’t notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks or the real reason you were so fidgety. 

You avoided your boyfriend’s searching eyes, keeping your own trained on the screen. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were on screen, teasing their girlfriends, which made you smile and grind into Chris’s lap just enough that he hopefully wouldn’t notice. 

“I have a question for you. A serious one.” Chris said after a moment, turning your chin softly away from the TV screen so that you were looking him in the eyes. 

You paused the movie so you wouldn’t miss anything before turning to your boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Chris’s lips curled into a smirk as he kissed your own before speaking lowly. “Do you get turned on by this?”

You let out an unnecessarily loud laugh, shoving Chris’s shoulders. “Why do you say that? Are you turned on or something?”

“Well for one,” Chris began to tick off on his fingers. “You keep clenching your thighs. Two, you keep wiggling around. Three, there’s that glimmer in your eyes that you always have when you’re turned on.” he hummed, thumb moving to mess with the waistband of your pajama pants. 

“That means nothing,” You scoffed, hoping Chris couldn’t feel your rapidly beating heart against his chest. “I’m just…feeling the effects that come with watching a horror movie.” You chuckled nervously. 

Chris said nothing more, opting to trail kisses across your face and neck, hand still fiddling with your pajama pants. Before you could protest, your boyfriend thrust his hand towards your heat. “If you aren’t turned on, why are you dripping on my fuckin’ lap?” he snorted. 

You began to unintentionally grind into Chris’s hand, before remembering his allegations and pulling away. “Shut up.” You grumbled cutely, playfully hitting his shoulder to hide your blush. 

“Do you like the idea of being chased?” Chris asked you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Being prey at her predator’s mercy? Huh, baby?” With the questions, he began to palm you through the fabric of your bottoms, a toying smirk on his face. Chris’s questions only caused your blush to deepen as you hid your face in his chest, nodding softly. Your boyfriend chuckled as he continued to rub circles on your back. “I think it’s cute.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You asked, raising your head from Chris’s shoulder and looking into his deep, blue eyes. 

Chris just kissed you softly, running his thumb across your jaw. “I don’t,” he told you, tilting his head to study you. “I have another question.”

“Go on since you’ve already stripped me of my dignity.” You giggled, trying relentlessly to cool your burning face. 

“Would you want to…um, try…something like that sometime?” Chris began to blush as well as he looked at you, judging your body language to see how you would react.

“Like in bed or…?” You asked, cocking your head as your interest piqued.

“Or out of bed if you want,” Chris shrugged, his smile growing. “I wanna make those dirty little fantasies come true.” he added, poking at your side. 

“How would that work?” You questioned. “I’m not into voyeurism, Christopher.” You added with a teasing glare. 

“I could make it work,” Your boyfriend stated, that cocky look that you knew all too well on his face. “Y’know, get a cheap burner and send you creepy messages. Make you feel like I’m watching you 24/7, obsessing over your every move. And maybe, just maybe, I could get a Ghostface mask.” he smiled. 

“You’re serious?” You asked him, the heat between your legs beginning to throb at his proposition. 

“Deadly. Maybe I’ll even get a knife. Who knows,” Chris hummed, sucking on your neck softly. “Where would be the fun in me telling you every detail, though?”

“Wow…and here I was thinking you were vanilla.” You snorted, trying desperately to keep your hormones from taking over. 

Even though Chris fucked rough and often, you never really went beyond the usual sex positions or “normal” kinks. You had only been with him for about seven months now, and as trustworthy as Chris was, you had been rather scared to tell him about your unconventional turn-ons. The idea that he was proposing a game of cat and mouse, one that involved chasing and stalking was beyond you, but you couldn’t say you were mad about it. 

“Well, I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” Chris licked his lips, voice getting deeper. “A little slut who gets turned on by being hunted. But now,” he paused to chuckle. “I know what you really like.” Chris smiled, groping your ass. 

“I’m not a…slut.” You panted as Chris traced circles across your damp crotch. 

“That’s denial, hun. First stage.” Chris hummed with a smirk, flipping so that your back was against the couch cushions and he was on top of you. 

Your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket had long been forgotten and had been haphazardly tossed to the floor. Chris began to nip at your neck more roughly now, leaving bruising skin in his wake. You didn’t make a single shred of protest as Chris wedged his hand into your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Say, baby,” he smiled, voice husky in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Do you wanna play a game with me?”

You nodded, whimpering slightly as Chris moved to yank down your pajama pants and panties with his teeth. Once he had rid you completely of your bottoms, Chris spread your thighs wider, gazing hungrily at the feast before him. Not even giving you the chance to speak or adjust yourself, Chris threw his head between your thighs, lips caressing your slick folds with a warm, rough passion. 

The brunette licked from your sensitive little hole up towards your clit, flicking the bud with a few, fast strokes of his tongue. Your boyfriend spread your thighs wider with his large hands, devouring your pussy like he was absolutely starving. You panted and whined as Chris smashed your thighs closer around his head, making your back arch off the couch. 

“Chris…” You whimpered, tangling your hands in his curls as Chris lapped the juices from your cunt, before burying his tongue back in your hole. 

“God, tastes so fuckin’ good,” Chris moaned. “Little cunt’s all mine.”

Your boyfriend continued to eat your pussy, the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head just adding to the pleasure. Chris moved away from your hole and began to focus on your clit, teasing the nub with small nips and nibbles. You were already at the brink of orgasm and Chris had barely done anything. You threw your head back against the couch cushions, whimpering and writhing under his touch as he sucked on your clit. Little moans left your mouth as Chris slowly inserted one finger, then two into you, the sensations pushing you over the edge. 

“You gonna keep moaning like the slut you are?” Chris teased. “Let’s hear it, baby,” His dirty talk only pushed your sensual noises further as Chris fingered you and ate you out. Your hands were practically ripping at his hair as he devoured you, fingers curling towards the spot inside of you that was a surefire way to make you cum. “You’d think I’m trying to fucking kill you with the way you’re squeezing my head.” 

The way Chris moaned into your cunt was practically enough to send you over the edge. “Please, Chris…” You whined. “I–I need to…”

“Beg for it,” Chris lifted his head from your pussy for a moment to stare down at you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, eyes practically rolling back in your head. “You never know when the last time you’ll get to cum will be.”

You let out a scream as your boyfriend thrust a third finger into you, sucking and licking away. The combination of his dirty talk, his threats, along with his fingers and lucious mouth had put you in a haze, your mind focused on how badly your stomach was aching with the need to climax. 

“I need your…fingers, Chris,” You panted, your cunt clenching around his hands. “Please.”

“Tastes so good. All mine–all fuckin…” Chris was beyond pussy drunk by this point, lapping up your juices as you came on his tongue. “So fuckin’...mph, good.” his loopy, obsessed groans rocked you harder as you writhed with orgasm. 

You shook as you came down from your high, hands still tangled in the brunette’s hair. Chris used his tongue to clean up the remaining mess you had made, finally lifting his head from between your thighs. His chin and jaw were a mess of your arousal, his blue eyes wide with lust and the feeling of being drunk on pussy. 

“Are you okay, hun?” he asked you, caressing your face. “I know that was…a lot.”

You smiled, your eyes glazed over with the feeling of being fucked out. “That was perfect.”

“Who knew such a sweet, innocent girl could be so dirty and depraved?” Chris chuckled. 

You shrugged, poking his chest. “I’m full of surprises.” You mumbled sleepily. 

Chris stood up softly, kissing your forehead and heading to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth, taking great care to clean up your mess and make you comfortable. Once your boyfriend had made sure you were okay, he tugged your pajama pants back on and helped you into his lap, pulling the blanket over you both once more. 

“Can we keep watching Scream? I need to get ideas.” he smirked, his tone ominous at the things he would do to future you. 

“Baby, if you do that again, we’ll never get through the movie.” You hummed, turning around and cupping his face. 

Chris shrugged. “I need to watch Scream to get ideas to make you scream.” he snorted, poking your sides at his corny joke. 

“You’re the worst, Christopher.” You rolled your eyes, turning back towards the TV. 

“Oh baby, just you wait.”

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[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

991 i hav emerjenci

Wow, what an absolute dumpster fire, right? *gestures broadly* ↓Below the cut↓ are some specific things as a reader/mutual/friend/etc you can do that will make things a little better.

You come across someone posting/using someone else's work without express permission to do so:

INFORM THE ORIGINAL CREATOR/POSTER (OP) DIRECTLY ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Let OP know BEFORE you attempt to engage with the person on their behalf. ✧ OP will probably want to lay eyes on the situation, and, if the person stealing their work is tipped off, they might proactively block OP and/or remove posts before they can be verified as stolen. ✧ Do not harass the person who stole the work. It might be coming from a place of wanting to stick up for OP, but it ultimately doesn't help the situation.

OP is experiencing a hate brigade, nasty anons, or trolling over their fic:

PRIORITIZE ACTIONS AND BEHAVIORS THAT KEEP THE FOCUS ON SUPPORT FOR OP ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Reblog the fic in question with a glowing recommendation or just leave a comment under it expressing your appreciation for it. Both actions will boost the work in question as well as show direct support for OP. ✧ Reach out privately through DMs if you have that sort of relationship, or send a supportive message through asks. Keep it simple and short as they are probably overwhelmed with the shitstorm at certain points. ✧ Speaking up with a supportive comment or post for OP isn't necessarily a bad thing, but arguing back and forth with the trolls/hate brigade/etc. - even if you are doing it with intention to support OP - only fuels the fire, and some of them are doing it for the attention anyway.

OP seems down / isn't motivated to write / is expressing considerations of leaving fic writing altogether because of the current climate on this hellsite:

GIVE THEM THE SPACE OR TIME THEY NEED, BUT ALSO LET THEM KNOW THAT THEY ARE VALUED ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ For the love of god please don't bombard them with asks about when xyz is going to be posted. This is a hobby for them, and they have jobs, families, and other life responsibilities that come first. Many would love nothing more than to sit and write all day, but that just isn't the reality for 99% of fic writers. ✧ Show their older works love, too. Many fic writers take the time to curate an organized masterlist of their works, and many have been writing for a while. There is a trove of wonderful content that can be read or re-read while you patiently wait for your fave to update. ✧ If you're waiting for an update on a specific fic, go back through the older chapters/updates and leave a comment saying you love it so much that you're coming back to visit older chapters while you wait to see what happens next in the story. I guarantee it will give them a boost of motivation for that story in particular. ✧ REBLOG AND COMMENT. Yes, do both of those things. I want you open up a fic you love and scroll down to the bottom where you can see likes, comments, and reblogs. I want you to look at the disparity between likes and comments/reblogs. Clicking a heart button is pretty much zero effort, and it comes across as such to many writers. It's not how Tumblr operates. This is a REBLOG site. That is how things make their way around. That is how posts get engagement. That is how other people can discover the fic writers you enjoy. Look, I even made a meme to show you what it feels like when after hours and hours of writing and editing you finally post a fic and then somebody only hearts it:

Even a simple "I loved this so much and can't wait to read more!" does wonders. A quick reblog that mentions your favorite part in the story is like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow for writers.

You come across people trashing a writer you like:

CONSIDER IF IT'S HELPFUL OR NOT TO ADDRESS IT ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ People are allowed to have negative/differing opinions about things. If they are expressing their dislike, even in a nasty way, they are allowed to do so. ✧ If it is a genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation, look to see what sort of traction the conversation has. Sometimes it's better to just let something die down before it can even take off. Examples of genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation include but aren't limited to: accusing OP of something egregious without any evidence to support it, framing rumors/gossip they've seen about OP as factual, deeming them criminally or morally corrupt based off a personal opinion they have of OP/their works. ✧ Remember that while serious concerns (like the above point) might be good to share with OP, not every instance of negativity or hate needs to be brought to their attention. If it's just some random jerk on a different platform talking about how much OP's writing is amateur hour, you should probably just leave it be. OP is a person at the end of the day, and sometimes things can be more hurtful than helpful for them to see.

OP isn't acting / responding in a way that you like:

REMIND YOURSELF THAT THEY ARE JUST ANOTHER PERSON IN THE FANDOM AND ARE NOT AN INFLUENCER ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ OP isn't in this fandom to be put on a pedestal (of course there are always exceptions, but I'm not talking about those people) and treated like an influencer. ✧ OP creates works in the fandom because that is how they choose to engage with the fandom. It is one of many ways that people can come together in a community and celebrate an actor/movie/series/etc. ✧ OP is not a content farm. They are writing and sharing because they genuinely enjoy it. They are not being compensated. They are not being endorsed by anybody or any company. They are a normal person trying to take part in a fandom they enjoy. ✧ OP is not obligated to address or comment on a situation, an interaction, discourse, etc. They are not an influencer and aren't equivalent to the parasocial relationships that influencers (aka people who make a living off the internet) have with their followers. OP is not required to "use their platform" for something. It's not a platform. It is OP's personal account where they engage and post in fandom. That is why it exists. OP is not some mega entity that has to speak on something because you demand or expect it.

OP blocked me:

THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Listen, I know it can be hurtful/confusing if you are blocked, especially if it is a writer you really like. I guarantee you that it was not done out of spite and for no reason. ✧ Take a look at the circles you run in, the posts you like, the sort of comments you leave, etc. Many writers are quick to block these days because the climate of this hellsite is very charged and exhausting. If OP sees your username cropping up again and again in fandom drama or you liked a discourse post with a shitty take or your chummy mutual is going off the rails with some bullshit, you might just get caught up in the Block Party. ✧ Don't go through another channel/account to ask why you've been blocked. No, you aren't entitled to a reason. OP is allowed to protect their mental health and peace, and they don't owe anyone an explanation of why and how they choose to curate their experience on this hellsite. ✧ If you believe you were blocked by mistake (which, again, is very unlikely), just take the L, homie. I know that's not what you want to hear, but that's just how it is.

If you took the time to read this, share it, or just in general intend to apply it to your interactions, ✨thank you✨!

Here is a Pedro gif tax for your time and attention. 💜

[scuderiasundays]

better together

summary: airline lounges, box box widgets, and a cheesy greeting card 💌

words: 1,045

a/n: the romcom girlie in me has always wanted to write a meet-cute and i've been listening to too much lizzy mcalpine! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. let me know if you'd want a part two! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

Love comes when you least expect it. Those same old words had fallen from the lips of every person you knew, so much so that they now felt weightless. On this particular evening, you found yourself at your best friend’s wedding reception, zoning out at the open bar. You nodded along as some man who’d had one too many G&T’s rambled on about his meet-cute on the Paris metro. Seeing two people you adored make a lifelong commitment only reaffirmed the fact that you craved the same.

It was no secret you weren’t exactly the MVP of the single scene. On any given night out, you’d leave the club before midnight to get a full eight-hour snooze. Dating apps were a no-no, as reruns of Catfish had made you skeptical about “finding the one” online. At work, you kept a low profile, socializing just enough to have a tight circle of work friends. It was as if you were coasting on autopilot, wanting love but hesitant to steer towards it.

Not to say that being single was all bad. Every hard-earned dollar was invested right back into the things you loved: trips, clothes, and your dog Cannoli. You silently weighed the pros and cons of your lifestyle as you stepped into the airline lounge.

Setting down your latest read to save your seat, you made your way to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a plate of avocado toast, poached eggs, and a glass of orange juice. On your way back, you spotted someone in a hoodie and cap making themselves at home in the armchair opposite yours.

The whole lounge was virtually empty, and this just had to be his seat of choice? You slowly approached from behind and let out a quiet gasp as you noticed them flipping through your book. “Love languages, huh?” The man pointed at the cover and smiled.

Your pupils dilated twice their size as you registered just who it was. The fan-made bracelets, the Leica, and, most of all, the signature McLaren cap—it all fell into place. “My manager and I just got into a huge argument, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but with him right now. Do you mind if I-" He gestured towards the seat beside you, his eyes radiating a silent plea.

“No problem. Let me give you your space,” you responded, hastily gathering your things. Just as you were about to step away, his hand gently clasped your wrist. “I could use the company. I’m Bob, by the way,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his cover was blown.

As in, you knew he was currently seventh place in the driver’s championship and slowly but surely climbing up the standings. The last thing he needed was for you to bring any of that up, so you did as he said, trying to give him a sense of normalcy he so deserved.

He headed to the breakfast buffet and returned with the very items you had selected. "Copying me?" you teased. “First step in getting to know you,” he grinned. Curious about your life, he asked about your job in the emergency room. You told him the hours were grueling but watching extremely sick patients leave healthy made it all worthwhile. "Hope I never end up being your patient," he joked.

His interest didn't stop there; he inquired about siblings (only child), your dream vacation destination (Antibes), and whether you were a dog or cat person (not even a question). You, being a proud dog mom, wanted to show your furry guy off and handed Lando your phone.

As he squinted at your phone, you heard him say, "7 days to go. United States Grand Prix." A wave of panic washed over you as you remembered the Box Box widget that also occupied your screen. The silence was deafening as you wished the ground would swallow you up. 

“Let me see the app,” He said. You normally wouldn’t have acquiesced so quickly, but you crumbled and unlocked your phone. He appeared to scroll and click a few things before he handed it back. “Widget Preferences. Constructor: McLaren? Driver: Lando Norris?” You asked as you noticed he’d made some selections.

“You hadn’t bothered with the preferences, so I took the liberty of choosing.” He blushed as the awkwardness of it all hung in the air. “That doesn’t feel fair. I’ve had all this time to get to know you, and I can’t say the same for the other drivers.” You teasingly retorted.

“I'll let the guys know they're in a tight race for your heart." He snickered. The man was on the verge of tears when his manager came by to remind him of his impending flight. “Flight’s in an hour, Lando,” snapped him right back to reality.

He entrusted you with his bags as he ran out to run a quick pre-flight errand. You couldn’t help but squeal the second Lando had vanished from view. What kind of magic was in the air at this airport and could it be bottled?

You tapped through your best friend’s Instagram stories as you awaited his return. The nearly empty lounge echoed as Lando asked a nearby gentleman for a pen and jotted something down. Breathless, he handed you a card, urging you to read it later.

"Your shoelace is untied," he mentioned, and as he bent down to tie it, his blue-green eyes met yours. 

The British racing driver left your life in the abrupt way he had entered it. You took in the card, decked out with drawings of mac and cheese, milk and cereal, and avocado and toast, captioned "Better Together" at the bottom.

It was the only card in the store, but it felt just right. You highlighted “words of affirmation” as your love language, so I thought I’d give this a go. Thanks for keeping me company. Talk soon? - LN 

His number was scribbled at the end. You quickly changed your lock screen widget to showcase his stats and took a screenshot to send his way.

New look. I might be biased, but I think you just became my favorite driver. Let's see if you can keep it up.

He replied right away.

I like the sound of that. When can I see you again?

[yuyu1024]

Lettuce

Pairings: Mingyu × y/n

Genre/tags: non idol, dating

Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, sweetheart etc.), cursing, unportected/protected sex (always be safe), kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc), mention of small age gap, mention of low self-esteem/confidence and insecurities

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: been away. I didnt know if I should post this or delete but then... I dont want effort to go to waste so.. 😅 i hope this is an okay one.

Have a nice day.

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"Are you still waiting for your ride home?"

You look at the group of girls standing a few feet away from you. They are from the department across your office.

"Is your boyfriend late?" She adds a follow up question

You smile, "I am." You cautiously answer.

They are not your friends so you are not comfortable to share more than that. And also they are known to be the gossipers in the officr so, any details about your personal life would be the next topic for the next few weeks if you share anything with them.

"It's already late... are you sure he's still coming?" One girl asks.

Luckily, the bus arrives just in time for them to hurry in. No time for you to even chat with them anymore.

"Thank goodness..." you sigh feeling relieved.

*pings*

🐶: sorry, im late. 😭

🐶: i helped an old lady cross the street.

🐶: didn't know she would ask me to also help her get boxes of soju in her shop.

🐶: she admitted to pretending to struggle crossing the street so she can ask anyone to help her and his son 🙃 and then made me buy a whole bunch of lettuce.

🐶: like a whoke bunch😶

🐶: you like lettuce right babe?😚

You smile as you read your boyfriend's text. You don't know if its you imagining him pouting because he feels sorry he made you wait or its because he felt used and scammed.

💖: you're so silly.

💖: its still a good deed so its okay 😊

🐶: but i am 10mins late.

🐶: i cant let my princess wait for me.

💖: i can wait. As long as its you... ♥️

You see him read the message and then not reply.

"Hello stranger..."

You got startled when Mingyu embraces you from behind and kissed you on the cheek.

"Yah! You scared me." You slap his arm

"Sorry..." he giggles and kissed you again. This time on the lips.

"Stop..." you say, blushing. "We are outside."

"So...?" He grins and then puts his arm around you. "We are a couple. Who the fuck cares?"

You roll your eyes. "You know people judge..."

"No... they are just jealous because I am dating a wonderful woman..."

You shake your head. "No... they are not jealous because of me..." you push him away. Forcing a laugh. "Probably because you look good in that double denim look."

Here you go again with your self pity and self judging. You always do this. 'This' notion that you are way below over any other girl and that you are just lucky Mingyu is your boyfriend. You always make an effort to put yourself down without even noticing that Mingyu does not like it.

He fucking loves you. Inside and out. From head to toe. From front to back. He even loves it when you are not at your best behavior nor position. He just... loves you. Period.

But on your end, even with a million reassurance, you always doubt yourself for him.

***

Arriving at his apartment, the first thing you did was announce that you are going to take a shower. You didn't even looked at him when you said it. You're not mad at him or whatever. You are just guilty and feel sorry for being down out of the blue. You didn't even talked that much during the ride home.

"Hey..." he takes you by your arm and pulls you close for an embrace. He kissed the top of your head and then forehead. "Take your time... I'm going to cook dinner."

You smile with no teeth showing. "Okay..." your voice sounding almost a whisper.

"Anything in particular you want? We have meat, fish and vegetables... like a lot of lettuce..." referring to the whole plastic the old lady sell him. "You want something with soup or fried? Ramyun or pasta?"

"Hmm... I like pasta... and a salad on a side?"

"Okay... as you wish my princess..."

The whole apartment smells like a five star restaurant. The fragrance is to die for and makes your mouth water. When you got out of the bedroom, hair still damp, you got suprised by how extravagant Mingyu arranged the dining area. Fancy plates, lit candles, wine glasses and a bottle of his favorite red win. All of a sudden, iy felt like you entered an Italian restaurant wearing your baby pink pajamas and hello kitty slippers.

"Hi, babe." Mingyu is a ray of sunshine while putting on a few more finishing touches on the table. "Ready to eat?"

"Aww..." your heart is aching with pure joy. He is the sweetest man alive.

You stumble your way to him, caused by your own feet. He managed to catch you giggling with you. You look silly but he find it cute. And then as your eyes met he immediately captures your lips for a kiss. Small pecks that got deeper and more seductive. The kisses are loud that it echoes and bounce off the walls of the apartment. He can't also stop touching every curve of your body. From your hips, to your ass and to your tits. He even lifted your shirt so he can access your bra and yank one side down exposing you boob.

"M-mingyu...." you giggle as you try to pull away from the kiss. He does not want to let you go. He keeps on chasing your pink lips whenever a gap starts to build in betweem his. "We need to eat... the food will get cold..."

He didn't answer. He leans lower so he could give love on your exposed bud. He suck it first before he lets his tongue lick it and make your squirm.

"M-mingyu..." you inhale. "The food...?"

He finally lets you go, smiling. "Fine." He chased one more kiss. "But after we eat..." and another one. "I'd like to go straight to dessert." And another one. "You know I love my dessert." He says, bitting his lower lip while grinning like a mad dog.

"You're crazy!" You pinch his nose.

"Crazy over you..." he growls and suddenly picks you up off the floor. He puts your legs around his waist and you automatically hang your arms over his shoulder to hold on.

"Yah!"

"I can't wait. I think I want to begin our dinner with dessert first." His eyes is filled with desire and he is ready to wreck you.

Kicking the door open to your bedroom, Mingyu lays you down gently but in a hurry at the same time. He is on a mission. He is not going to make love to you. He will FUCK your brains out tonight. You know that look in his eyes.

"No condoms... I need to feel you... skin to skin..." he pulls his shirt off and throws it, hitting the wall, then begins to unbuckle his belt and pants. "And I'll like to fill you up until it leaks out of your pussy." He adds, grinning

"Oh God..." you try to get a hold of yourself. Not ready for what is coming

He pushes down his pants and underwear in one go. His length springs free and is up, steady and hard. It's tip glistening with pre cum.

"Turn around..."

You do as he says and go on fours on top of the bed. He pulls your pants down, revealing a bare and wet pussy ready to be torn.

"No panties huh..."

You blush. "Well... I know we'll have sex today... I just didn't know its going to be this soon..."

Mingyu hovers on your back, hand sliding up and down your curves. "Do you want me to stop and just go on with dinner?"

You lower your heard, embarassed, even though he's not seeing how turned on and red you are. "No... I would never say no to you..." after a few breaths in you look back, cheeks red and warm. "You know sex with you is my only addiction."

"Fuck yeah it is..." he says proudly and satisfied

He eases himself in, slowly but deliciously. He skipped prepping you. He can't wait anymore. His dick is aching and wanting to feel your walls.

"I'll be a little rough to you today, babe." He smacks your ass and a moan escapes your lips. "I didn't like what you did earlier..."

"Ughhh!" He slams strong and consistent. It's driving you insane how he could hit the very back of your cervix. Actually he could hit every thing inside you. Thats how long and thick he is. "W-hat... what did... I do?" You arch your back and pushed your upper body up so he can embrace you and touch your body as he thrust your brains out.

"You know..." he grunts as he adjusts and tries to go deeper, even though he is already at the deep end of your insides. "I don't like it... when you don't appreciate yourself..." he inhales and exhales as he feels you clench and make it tighter. "Fuck! Babe!" He kisses the curves of your neck and bites on your shoulder when he feels the tightness thats make it fucking sensational for him

You ubotton your top to give him access to your chest. You didn't unhook your bra though. You just pulled the ladies out and the bra helps give them a push up.

"You are beautiful... sexy... and a wonderful woman..." he pushes your hair out of his way so he can kiss your neck. "Love yourself... the way I love you."

He then pulls out, almost making you cry and beg. But them makes you turn around to face him.

"Can you?" He asks with the most loving eyes

You crash your lips to his. Pushing your tongue in him. You didn't stop until you hear a moany cry from your boyfriend. His brows then creases when you playfully bite his lower lip. "I want to..."

"But what?" He carries you off the bed and pins you to the wall, beside the window of your bedroom. Your one leg touching the ground while the other is hooked over his forearm. "Answer me, babe."

He slams back in you. Stronger and much deeper. Which confused you coz how? Its not like your cervix can expand. But thats what it felt when he slammed you. It didn't hurt. It felt insane actually. Insanely goodm

"You are kind... sweet... caring... hardworking... knows what you like and dislike... respectful..."

You are catching your breathe in your throat. Its like you are choking from excess pleasure. You try to speak but you can't let go of the high. So instead of speaking, you just shook your head.

"You don't agree?" He asks. Mingyu looks at you with his puppy eyes and showered you with kisses. Then he kept repeating all the good qualities you have as a person and even physically.

He really is telling you every bits about you. Everything that he loves and dislike but accepts coz it is you. It is part of you. He really do love you.

"What can I do... to reassure you?"

You put your hand over his mouth. Not to shut him down but to hush him for a second. Just for a moment until you get it all out for him.

"Fuck me!" You cry as you can't help but  cry more of his name. You are so close to your orgasm. "Nggghhhh...!"

You shut your eyes ready to explode but then Mingyu pulls away from your hand, takes you back in bed to finish, when he suddenly says the two words you didn't expect him to say while he's fucking your brains out

"Marry me..." he says.

Your eyes opens, looks at him in pure shock and bliss. "W-wha..." you can't finish your words. He was hammering you. You can't answer. "Mingyu!" You moan his name so loud when your world spun around.

"I love you." He grunts as he see you melt and when he pushed into you a few more times, he finally begins release himself you. All the warmth and every drop of him in you. "Fuck!" He exhales, dropping his body on you but not his weight. "I love you..." he says again. "So much..." he kisses your shoulder and then your cheek. "So... what do you say?" He smirks

"Suddenly?" You look at him, confused.

"Hmmm..." he scrunches his nose, still wearing the smile on his lips. "Not really..."

He then gets up, pulling out of you, which felt like you got more naked than what you are now. More exposed.

"Wait lemma clean you first."

He runs into the bathroom and takes a towel to wipe you clean. Just clean enough to be presentable but not totally wipe his seeds off you. He wants that in there.

And then he runs out of the room.

"Where are you going? Babe?" You are confused. Why is your man running outside the bedroom ass naked

Giggling as you see him comeback in and carrying the plastic bag of lettuce.

"Huh? What's that for?" You sit up and wrap the thin white blanket to your body.

"I lied. Well... we still going to have salads and all..." he is mumbling. "This should be over dinner... but... I could not help myself earlier so..."

"Mingyu... what is going on...?"

Laughing but still trying to pull a serious face. "It was true that an old lady sold me this but... as I was helping her she took the paper bag the came wit this... and I panicked." He sits down beside you. "I didn't want to put it in my jacket or pocket coz... it will be obvious... and when we walk and your cold you always put your hand in my jacket's pockst so..."

"Mingyu!" You grab his face and kissed him. To make him focus. "Just say it..." you are giggling now too.

"Okay..." a soft smile spreads to his lips. "I know... you may think... I'm still young and naive."

"No you're not..."

"Yeah but... still... anyways..." he nervously laughs. "Like I said... you are an amazing woman. Anyman who you choose to love will be the luckiest. And thankfully its me..." he then goes down to his one knee and pulls out a black box from the plastic of lettuce. "I said I didn't like what you did earlier... you looking down at yourself... but that does mean I hate you or mad at you for it... I just say that because I care.. I want you to feel... assured and happy." He opens the box and shows the most brightest ring you ever saw in your life. "If I have to always reassure you for the rest of our lives... I don't fucking care. I am up for it. I love you and I can't live a day without you." Pulling out the ring and taking your hand. "Please marry me... I will serve you and love you forever..."

You watch him put the ring on your finger.

"So...?" He looks at you with doe eyes

Letting go of the blanket covering your body, you launch yourself to him, making you guys fall on the floor. "I love you Kim Mingyu..." you say first before kissing him. "Forever is not a bad idea..." you kiss him again. "Of course I will accept."

"Sorry if I proposed to you after sex... at diner would've been fantastic"

"Don't say sorry... I do love your way..." you get up from embracing him. "It brings back to how we started."

He sits back up. "Right."

Then you stare at your ring. "Who could've guessed that... I will be marrying the guy I met and fucked at a friend's birthday?"

[mizmatched]

spoilers for pjo ep 8

so somethings that i really liked about this ep in no particular order are

luke ASKING percy to join him. in the books he goes straight to murder, i double checked, in the show he actually asks percy!!! and we get percy's moral questioning, debating between the major faults hes seen with the gods to the recent interaction he had with his dad. percy asks himself who he is loyal to, his father or luke. and if lukes shoes hadn't been so murderous, or if percy's father had been a little less kind percy would have taken luke's side. but he chose his father. and we got to actually see this split second decision and the events that led up to it.

annabeth SEEING the betrayal. this was HEART WRENCHING. this addition might take away from annabeths internal debate about her trust of luke in the next few seasons, because she gets to see in person luke's attempt to kill percy. she ONLY revealed herself to save percy, and while i really think annabeth would have attempted to bargain with luke first, the reveal shows how she was probably waiting with baited breath to see if luke was actually going to betray them. she was probably even convinced by luke's speech until he threatened percy.

percy apologizing for hurting luke, this was the most in character thing for tlt!percy. he was truly heart broken by lukes betrayal. he looked up to luke so much, and although he was willing to fight, he was NEVER trying to hurt. he cared so much. his apologies broke my heart. he was still so loyal to luke despite everything. lukes violence and rage felt all the more terrifying after percy apologized. the juxtaposition of percy apologizing and luke going for the kill made percy really feel like a 12 year old kid. i also, while ill miss the scorpion, really like the decision to have luke try to kill percy, as it seems more personal.

ANNABETH GIVING PERCY THE NECKLACE. no other comments. just cold hearted, prideful, annabeth from ep 1 becoming trusting, caring annabeth from ep 8 whose terrified to see her only real friend of her own making go.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 8: Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On Anybody Except...

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter eight of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (a few times), Drinking, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC,

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

The song they dance to is "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" by Russ Columbo and this should take you to the song. It's the song I named the series for, because I believe it encompasses how both the reader feels, but also how Soldier Boy will feel in a few chapters. I also believe that the song House of Memories by Panic at the Disco, fits the more modern parts of the series.

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

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Philadelphia 1938

The lights twinkled along the ceiling of the dance hall as the gentle swell of jazz floated through the air. Couples swayed on the dance floor clinging to one another as the soft tones of the music soothed the dull throb of the whispers of rising tension overseas. It was a Saturday night, and you and a few of your friends from the Dawson School for Girls had slipped away to spend the evening twirling in the arms of whomever caught your fancy.

Well, at least that's what your friends wanted to do. There was only one particular man who'd caught your fancy, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The Dawson School for Girls was the answer to your mother's prayers, a boarding school in Boston, far away from Ben's "corruptive influence" as she put it. Ben was currently at boarding school number ten in Upstate New York. The last time you’d seen him was when you were on break and Ben had just left boarding school number nine for fighting with other students, but he wouldn't say what for. You’d sent him a few letters to tell him how bored you were including a few sketches and watercolor paintings, with minimal response, but it was like him not to write back.

You hadn't mentioned that Howard Stine had been coming on the weekends to take you out. Your mother was pleased with him, he checked all the boxes: wealthy, not Ben, educated, not Ben, from a nice family, not Ben, and of course most importantly, not Ben.

She was practically making wedding invitations and choosing the names of your children after only three months. However, it was nice to see her happy for a change, kept her from sniping at your figure now that someone was interested. Well, not sniping that much.

Howard was… nice, but he was one of the most boring people you'd ever met and he never understood why you always carried a sketchbook with you. When he'd taken you to Franklin Park one weekend, you stopped along the pond to sketch some of the ducks that were waddling on the bank, but Howard told you he didn’t have time to wait for you to draw them. Instead of telling him that he could just leave, you shut the sketchpad and continued to walk with him and quickly learned that it was better to leave your sketchpad at the dorm whenever he was in town. You also found yourself talking less and less, allowing him to fill the silence with his talk of the stock market crash and how the United States economy recovered due to the efforts of President FDR.

You hated that. You didn't recognize yourself when you were with him. You didn't feel like you.

And every time he was here all you could do was compare him to Ben. Ben would never tell you to stop drawing, yes he would tease you about it, but he always sat next to you while you were sketching, watching you work. You never understood that. Ben was so impatient with everyone else, but he was willing to sit with you for any inordinate amount of time if you were drawing while making you laugh the whole time.

I miss him so much.

"Can I get you a drink?" Howard puts his hand on the small of your back, leaning in to whisper in your ear. You try not to flinch at his touch. He had already been in town, walking you home from a dinner that was dominated by awkward silence and the clicking of utensils on plates when you'd run into your friends just as he was walking you back to the dorm. They had rounded the corner giggling and begging you to come with them. Despite your insistences for him to stay in and relax for the night at his hotel, he refused.

It meant that now you were stuck with him while all your friends got to twirl around with men that made them warm and giddy. Howard made you feel like you'd swallowed a lemon.

"I'm fine, but thank you." You force a smile.

Howard shrugs, before he walks away towards the crowded bar on the other side of the room and blessedly far away from you.

Your thoughts drifted to Ben. You missed your friend more than words could comprehend. Not just because you were far from your family in another city, but because it felt like you were missing apart of yourself when he wasn't there. You briefly wonder if he felt the same way when he wasn't with you.

Probably not.

You turn away from Howard's retreating figure, to watch the couples on the dance floor. You sway to the music, holding your arms around yourself and feeling your dark green dress swish around your ankles, one that you'd picked out yourself, not a monstrosity of pink tulle, but something that you believed accentuated the natural curves of your body that your mother used other dresses to hide. Your mouth turns down into a frown remembering how Howard had reacted to seeing you in it, when he tried to give you his jacket to cover up, but you refused.

You had wanted him to be stunned by how you looked in it, or at least, wanted someone to be. The same someone that was miles away and probably tickling the skirt of someone who caught his fancy.

"One of the most attractive men I've ever seen in my life is at the bar." Your friend Pearl stated looking behind you with wide eyes.

I've got you beat. You think to yourself to a sigh, wishing, again, that you were here with Ben instead of Howard.

"Very funny." You roll your eyes, thinking that she’s making fun of where Howard is sitting probably flagging down the bartender with both hands to catch his attention.

"I'm not talking about Howard. This guy is seriously a looker. And he's staring at you." Pearl says again.

"Sure." You continue to watch an elderly couple sway back and forth to the smooth jazz that ebbs from the band on stage.

Must be nice to be with someone for that long.

You watch how effortlessly the couple moves as one, how the man stares down at the woman with more love than you can comprehend. It makes your heart sink in your chest.

The way things were panning out, you were going to end up with Howard and you couldn't imagine looking at anyone like that other than Ben.

"You're about to see, because he's coming this way." Pearl takes a step back from you as if anticipating the stranger interrupting your conversation.

"He's not-" You begin to say, but you feel someone place their hand on the small of your back, turning you towards them.

"Fancy meeting you here." Ben smiles down at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Ben!" Your heart soars when you recognize your friend and you can't help but hug him so tight he laughs, the movement of his chuckle makes you feel alive for the first time in weeks. The sharp smell of whiskey and the familiar spicy scent of his cologne greets you.

"Guess you missed me." The rumble of his voice vibrates where your cheek rests against his chest.

"I did." You pull away from him reluctantly. "What are you doing here?" You can't help but smile at him, probably wider than what was attractive.

"Thought I'd stop by and visit on my way back to Philadelphia. Saw you walk into this place. " Ben shrugs. "What are you doing out so late?"

"Looking for trouble." You smirk.

"You found him sweetheart." Ben leans down towards you making your throat get unusually tight.

"Hi." Pearl says interrupting the conversation.

 Ben turns his smug smile on her. "Hi."

"I'm Pearl." She looks from you to Ben as if trying to decide that it's okay for her to introduce yourself.

"Benjamin." You watch him slip into the cool and smooth Ben, the one that charmed whomever caught his eye.

You can't help but feel a prick of jealousy against your skin. It was familiar, but every time it happened, it didn't make any of this easier. You knew that you shouldn't be jealous, you didn't have a claim on him, you were friends, just friends, only friends, best friends…

And now you were with Howard.

You let out a soft sigh watching the way that Pearl looks up at Ben and the way he leans towards her with the confident smirk you love so much on his face.

"Would you like to dance Benjamin?" She asks.

"I would." Ben's smirk turns into a smile.

Pearl steps forward to reach for his hand, expecting him to take it, but he doesnt.

"Come on sweetheart." Ben reaches out and takes your hand, twirling you ahead of him onto the dance floor.

"Ben-" You giggle, head spinning with the movement, but when he twirls you back into his chest, you feel your breath catch. This wasn't the first time you'd been pressed up against him and it wasn't the first time you recognized how perfectly you fit together. Your soft curves molding against the hardness of his muscles as you sway back and forth to the music. When you were pressed up against him, you didn't feel like you were too big, you felt perfect, because of the way you fit against him.

"You know I am here with someone-" You say, before you get too wrapped up in how good it feels to be with him.

"Yes. Howard Stine. Though I do believe you said he stepped on your toes." Ben smiles at you, eyes twinkling in the light.

"That was four years ago, and he's… sweet?"

"Hmph." Ben rolls his eyes. "You can't even say it with a straight face sweetheart."

"I have never said anything bad about your companions."

"Missy-"

"Besides her." You frown.

He laughs at your reaction, the hand clutched in your right seems to warm with his smile. "You've never said anything about them period."

Because I hate thinking about how many of them there have been. Because I hate that you don't see me as someone who could be with you.

"I try not to dwell on your numerous escapades."

"You sound a little jealous doll." He smirks at you.

"What was that you were saying about Howard again?" You tease, holding on to his shoulders as you sway back and forth to the music.

"Can't be jealous of someone I've seen get chased by a duck." Ben's eyes trace your body for a moment. Your cheeks blush under his gaze. "You look nice. Not one of your mom's I'm guessing?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You don't look like a cupcake." He spins you away one more time before bringing you back into his chest.

"No. I think she'd probably have an aneurysm if she saw me wearing this. Howard also thought it was a bit much-"

Ben's hand tightens on your waist. "What?"

You shrug, leveling your eyes on his chest to distract yourself from his hand placement. "He tried to get me to wear his coat."

"He what?"

You shake your head to dissipate the self-doubt and body-shaming conversation that was about to unfold in your head.

"It's nothing." You raise your gaze back to his, but you're surprised to see the anger that burns behind his green eyes.

"It's not nothing. He had no right to-"

"Ben." You soothe, rubbing your thumb over his shoulder to comfort him.

The song shifts to something softer, forlorn, a song that reminded you of the heartache you felt with Ben, but also a melody that eases your soul somehow.

"I don't understand why you're with him." Ben sighs, but you can still feel the tension in his shoulders beneath your hand.

"My mother is happy-"

"But you're not." The look in his eyes is unfamiliar, almost earnest, as if he's trying to get you to understand something that he can't say.

"Ben." You breathe.

"Fine. I don't want you to think about him when we're dancing to our song anyway." The look in his eyes shifts back to the playful green they'd been before.

"Our song?" The words make your heart skip a beat and you can't help but smile at him.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd smiled this much. Probably the last time I saw him.

"Yes." Ben dips you back, before bringing you up against him, the playful look in his eyes becoming softer as you come back.

You know that your own gaze is filled with love and you remember watching the elderly couple. The way they looked at one another warming your heart as you gaze up at Ben. The three little words tiptoe against your tongue, the three little words that you'd been trying to say forever, but you can't. You don't want to lose him, don't want to live in a world without him, because you know that it won't be worth living.

So instead you lean forward and lay your head against his chest, in the space between his neck and shoulder as the song continues. You think that you feel Ben's arms tighten around you, pulling you further into his embrace, but you chock that up to wishful thinking.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You hear someone yell, and all of a sudden someone's hand is on your wrist jerking you away from Ben.

What?

Howard is standing there his chest pushed against Ben’s, trying to look intimidating, but Howard's inability to reach Ben's shoulders made it difficult for him.

You rub your fingers over your wrist, where Howard’s bright red handprint stands out against your skin.

Ben’s eyes shift to notice your ministrations, darkening with the force of his anger at the thought that Howard hurt you.

“I think I was dancing with my girl.” Ben’s eyes narrow, skating back to Howard.

Your heart skips a beat when he says that, but you shake away the thought, knowing that Ben is only saying that to make Howard angry.

“Your girl?!” Howard sputters, his face growing red. “She’s not your girl!”

“Howie, buddy-“ Ben’s confident smirk slips over his features but you still see the anger beneath the surface. “Calm down, you’ll give yourself a heart attack.”

“Just because you think you have some claim on her because you’ve been stringing her along with the harem that usually follows you, does not make her your girl!” Howard fumes. “She’s with me.” Howard grabs your wrist again and drags you towards him.

“Hey wait a minute-“ You begin to say.

Ben grabs the front of Howard's tailored suit, rumpling the pristine fabric. “Don’t you dare touch her like that.”

“I will touch her however I damn well please! She's mine-"

The grip on your wrist is so tight that you know it’ll leave bruises. “Howard wait-“ You try again to diffuse the tension, bringing your free hand to rest on his forearm to make him let go.

“Shut up.” He snaps, eyes flashing back to you.

Ben’s temper flares and the sharp crack of his fist against Howard’s face echoes through the room. Howard stumbles away, letting go of your wrist as he reels backward to the welcoming hardwood floor that catches him when he falls.

“Don’t you ever speak to her that way you arrogant son of a bitch!” Ben shouts taking a step forward. His shoulders are tense, fists clenched at his sides and his jaw is tight, as his anger burns through the air.

By now the band has stopped playing music and all the couples around you are watching with wide eyes.

I have to do something before he kills him.

You put yourself between them, your hands firmly planted on Ben’s muscular chest so your back is to where Howard stands fuming. “Ben. Don’t.”

But he’s not looking at you, his gaze is locked with Howard’s, eyes blazing, muscles tensing beneath the palms of your hands. You try to ignore how good his chest feels beneath your touch.

Damn it.

“Ben.” You say his name again.

His eyes snap back to yours. The soft green has hardened to an emerald with the force of his rage, so different than how he looked when the two of you were dancing. But he doesn’t say anything.

“Please.” You whisper. "Stop."

Ben looks from you to Howard, before he finally exhales. “Fine.” He mutters, and he turns and vanishes into the crowd of people without another word.

A minute passes and the music begins all over again, the band on the stage starting with a lively tune that makes the couples around you to move back on to the dance floor, but the tension of what just happened remains in the air.

Because what did just happen? Did Ben do that because he was protective of me? Or did he do that because he was jealous?

Your eyes trace where he vanished, longing for him to come back, but when he doesn't appear, you're left to deal with the aftermath. 

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After numerous apologies to Howard, he finally relented and took you back to your dorm, leaving your group of friends at the dance hall. You knew there would definitely be a conversation about what just happened between you all when they got back, but even you were confused. Ben was always protective of you, but what happened seemed over the top. You think about how Ben called you “my girl," the way he said it sending a thrill down your spine. He’d never done that before and you wondered if it was because he wanted to get a rise out of Howard or because he believed it.

Not like he’s tried to do anything about it. You think to yourself stroking one finger against your bruised wrist. The discoloration was more prominent now, black and blue marks beginning to sprout like flowers in spring. Howard’s eye didn’t look much better when he dropped you off. You were surprised that he’d been forgiving enough to continue to see you, not that you wanted to see him, but you didn't think you could handle a letter from your mother.

Then again maybe she would pull you out of this ridiculous school.

A small tap at your window causes you to raise your head to look out the glass. Ben is sitting there, but he doesn’t smile like he usually does. Your dorm room was on the first floor, which meant that Ben didn't need to shimmy up a tree to get into it like he did when you were home. Then again this was the first time he'd showed up here and you wondered how he knew where your room was. You also weren't thrilled at his appearance because you didn't know when Pearl would come back and you weren't sure what your roommate would do if she came back and found Ben in your room. She was a stickler for the rules and despite your friendship, rooming with her was one of your least favorite things about the Dawson School For Girls.

“If they find you here I’m going to be in so much trouble.” You say helping him through the small window, putting your hand on the back of his head so that he doesn't bang it against the glass. "You might like getting kicked out of boarding schools, but I don't."

“They won’t find out.” Ben rolls his eyes. He glances at Pearl’s empty bed on the other side of the room. “Roommate not back yet?”

“No she was still dancing when I left.”

Ben frowns. “Where’s the asshole?”

“Ben-“

“What?”

“He left. And I don't exactly invite him up to where I sleep."

“Good.” Ben flexes his fist.

“How did you know which room was mine?” You ask. Ben had never come to see you before at boarding school and the fact that he was here probably meant that boarding school number ten was out.

“I might have guessed wrong.” He smirks.

“Uh-huh.” You sigh, but all you can think about is how he acted earlier. Your feet shift back and forth “Why did you hit him?”

Ben’s eyes darken. “He shouldn’t have touched you like that or said that to you.”

You stand there for a minute observing his reaction.

“He kinda deserved it." You say slowly.

You knew it was true. When Ben showed up Howard shouldn’t have lost it like he did, he definitely shouldn’t have grabbed you like that or called you his-

You stutter on that thought. But maybe he is right. I am Howard’s. We’ve been going steady… The thought of being his makes something curl up in your chest and die. There was only one man that you wanted to belong to.

"Yeah.” Ben sighs.

"Why did you call me your 'girl'?" You ask.

"Um." Ben shrugs. "Felt right in the moment."

"What?"

"I mean you are. You're my friend-"

"But that doesn't mean friend Ben." You say it gently trying to catch his eye, but Ben won't meet your gaze.

"Fine. I just wanted to mess with him a little bit." Ben frowns. "But I didn't like that he called you his, or the fact that he hurt you."

“But Ben I am his.” You whisper even though you don’t want to. “We’re going steady-“

“That doesn’t make you his!” Ben snaps, eyes flashing. “Just because he feels the need to say it doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“But Ben-“

“And I never want to hear you say it.” He continues loudly.

What is wrong with him? I've never seen him this angry about anything.

“Why?”

“Because that means he has some claim on you. You’re not his, you’re my friend.”

"You're being ridiculous. You're saying that he can't have some claim on me but you're possessively calling me your friend!" You shout back frustrated.

Why is he acting like this? Does he really hate Howard that much?

"I am not! I'm just saying that you're my friend and you're not his!"

“I can’t be both?” Your words hang in the air between the two of you and you mentally beg Ben to answer. He was acting like he wanted you to be his, like he believed that he had some claim on you and you couldn't remember another time that he'd acted this way. Sure he teased Howard, but this was more than that.

It was almost possessive and it kinda scared you how much you liked it.

Ben doesn’t answer your question. His shoulders are tense, hands clenched into fists at his sides, while something lurks behind his eyes that you can’t identify.

“Ben?” You say it like a question, ignoring the urge to press your hands against his chest like you did earlier at the dance to calm him down.

His gaze drops to your arm, where Howard grabbed you, tracing the bruises and clenching his jaw together. Ben’s right hand comes to delicately pick up your bruised wrist, running his thumb over the discolored flesh with a frown. “Does it hurt?” He rumbles changing the subject.

“No. Does that hurt?” You breathe noticing his bruised knuckles and gently probe your fingers along them.

You hated the though that he was hurt and for you, no less.

Why did he have to intervene? Why did he hit Howard?

“It was worth it.”

You both stand there for a minute, with Ben holding on to your wrist, touch surprisingly gentle.

“I just don’t like that he hurt you okay?” He mutters raising his eyes to yours. You weren't prepared for the soft look in his eyes. You expected him to still be angry over Howard, but he almost looked, worried.

“I'm okay Ben." You whisper back.

You want him to answer your question. You think again about telling him those three little words you wanted to say when you were swaying on the dance floor together but you can’t.

He nods once before he looks around the room, eyes falling on your sketchpad where it lays closed on your bed. "Got any new ones?"

You knew it was Ben's way of asking if he could stay, trying to tell you that he didn’t want to go back to Philadelphia that night, and you didn't want him to either.

"A few. If you're not too tired-"

"I’m never too tired for you."

You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest. “Okay.”

The whole time you sit together on your bed, Ben doesn't drop your wrist, in fact he continues to brush his thumb against it while you look through your sketchbook. And in a few hours when Pearl finds you and Ben curled up in bed together, you’re not embarrassed, because deep down you’re starting to believe that Ben cared for you more than he was willing to admit.

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[flyingcakeee]

Quite frankly, I'm tired of F1 social media admins, both F1 itself and teams, as well as F1 journalists and content creators with big platforms.

Firstly, for teams and official accounts, you should NEVER be unprofessional to such an extent that you are using literal chosen ship names in your captions, weird nicknames, or be posting bashful content without reason.

You are supposed to be representing the "Pinnacle of Motorsports" yet you post shit like this for engagement. It is okay if you post funny haha clips, but this is severely unprofessional and even inappropriate at times. I want to narrow down specifically Red Bull's Threads account. It is very VERY unprofessional and I genuinely thought it was a fan account that somehow got a badge but no, it is the actual account. Posting THAT when Lance's contract was renewed is super unprofessional, it would have been 100x better if you didn't even acknowledge it, you never even acknowledged Pierre's. On top, using a driver who is known to be close to Lance for that picture? Just fucking weird.

Content creators and big name platforms have this same issue too.

I'm sure we all have heart of Rocket Powered Mohawk or whatever that man's name was or the Red Flags Podcast, both which use their platforms to shame on drivers. (Said screenshot is in reference to Lance Stroll).

Funnily enough, we ALL know about what David Coulthard said about Logan incorrectly when trying to blame him for a rather minor incident regarding a parking job when it was in fact not his car, and FEW have heard of what Crofty said about Logan. Unfortunately, Sky Sports does this a lot and constantly has a bias, in fact most F1 broadcasts do and you're safest bet is F1TV which is extremely expensive.

Or when a reporter asks a very clearly inappropriate question such as "how do you feel being the slowest driver" to a driver, that is literally so fucking unprofessional that they better be praising god they didn't get a snarky comment from the driver in response.

By the way, this goes for drivers as well, using their platforms to slam a driver.

This incident in particular not only caused many people to rally behind Lance but also caused many to support Bianca for something so tone deaf and horrible that I can never support her personally.

This doesn't go out for drivers personal accounts specifically, especially when it shows off their personality (take Tsolov's 'cringy' video which not only introduced us to him but showed us that he was a kid or take Fernando's TikTok as a whole and there's plenty more examples), but when shit like this or that happens, it is super discouraging to even be a fan of this sport. Not to mention that for everyone mentioned above, they now have free reign to shame on any driver through their likes as Twitter made it private.

I get marketing yourself or your team or your sport or whatever out to people who aren't apart of your community, but you are very much pushing them or your actual fans away a lot. You lose fans who don't want to associate themselves with you anymore because you were unprofessional. I've found and blocked many content creators because how absolutely disgusting the comments they made were, and the sad truth is, it's only a handful of drivers who receive this on most occasions, but it's not limited to any driver and EVERY driver can or will receive it.

It's harmful and disgusting and disrespectful to those individuals and yet you post things like this and wonder why some drivers don't use the internet as often.

(P.S., Lance has been interacting at fanzones a lot this year, he had to step away because he was getting hate.)

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Vash and Femininity: Trigun Stampede and its Themes of Bodily Autonomy, Exploitation, and Vague Gender Fuckery

alright sit the fuck down. we're gonna talk about THEMES

I was on Twitter- terrible idea usually, but a couple people I follow made some tweets that got me thinking about Trigun's overall themes, and here we are. So let's talk about some themes in Tristamp! And I'll take a couple looks at Trimax as well, just for fun :3

Let's look at how the showrunners utilize gender roles and exploitation of feminine characters to show how unhealthy Knives' obsession with his ideal of Vash is, and how horrific his exploitation of Vash and the Plants is.

Vash, from the beginning of Tristamp, is someone who cares about people's choices. When people kill others in front of him, he reiterates that whether someone lives or dies is not another person's choice to make. This is something he learned from Rem (a prominent female figure in his life). He refuses to kill people because that is not his choice to make. To kill someone is the ultimate removal of their bodily autonomy. They can no longer make any choices at all; they're dead.

Vash is also someone who has almost no choice in what path his life takes. He's constantly dragged around by outside forces, namely situations that are caused by Knives (which we'll get into later). Vash doesn't make things happen, things happen to Vash. The majority of events that occur are not his fault. He's pushed and pulled in a thousand different directions. His entire life is completely out of his control.

This can be seen as early on in his life as the Fall, something he had no control over and had no idea he even had a part in. Even later, in the ship with Luida and Brad, after he's been rescued from the desert, he's kept in handcuffs right up until he's shown to be of use to them and the Plant on their ship. After that, he could theoretically say "no, I don't want to go to other ships and heal their plants," but he doesn't. He's Vash. He's helpful and nurturing at his core, and these people have done so much for him just by letting him stay, so he'll do whatever they ask, no question.

This carries over into his adulthood. At Jeneora Rock, he goes to look at their Plant at one simple request, doesn't protest when he's dragged into a duel-- he doesn't take initiative unless someone's life is immediately at stake. He lets people tell him what to do and lets himself get dragged around by the wrist. He doesn't even pretend to have control over his life like Trimax Vash does, which I mean. Fair. Why pretend to have a grip on your existence when it's impossible to do anything without a gun pointed at your head?

Vash is a very passive character. He's nurturing, kind, gentle- he's a guy that fits a lot of very typical feminine character stereotypes. If you wrote this same story but made him a woman, I wouldn't bat an eye (but I would definitely be looking at it a lot more critically, what with the amount of stereotypically nurturing/motherly female characters in media already.)

This contrasts directly with Knives. He makes a decision and carries through no matter what stands in his way. He takes initiative. If Vash is a passive character, Knives is an active character. Wherever he goes, he leaves a lasting imprint. He makes shit happen! If outside forces make things happen to him, he'll go out of his way to make sure that particular force doesn't affect him again.

These two tweets I saw are what got me thinking about this originally. I just feel like here's a good place to put them as a segue into talking about episode 11.

Episode 11 is where a lot of this feminine imagery really just. Explodes in your face. IT'S RIGHT THERE. You can't dance around it if you try. And it kind of reaches a peak when the connection reaches 100%, the gate opens, and. well. THIS happens to the Plants.

Plants, in both Trimax and Tristamp, are almost always typically feminine-looking. Knives and Vash are the only two who are male or even masculine at all. Knives, as the most masculine out of all of them, is the one trying to take charge, and mould the world as he sees fit, to a degree that is detrimental to both him and everyone else. And Vash-- passive, feminine, kind and nurturing, whose Angel Arm in the manga always sprouts decidedly feminine-looking Plant parts-- is the one being exploited for Knives' plans. It's no mistake that they made the giant plant formation at the end of ep 11 look like a giant woman that almost resembles Rem.

Vash wants people to make their own choices and keep their autonomy when it comes to their bodies and lives. Knives is the exact opposite. He wants all Plants to become independent and he uses Vash to achieve that goal, without asking what Vash wants or even knowing what the Plants themselves would prefer. He exploits Vash for the soul purpose of trying to make these Plants have Independent Plant babies. He's completely incapable of seeing that his choices are not for the greater good! He thinks he's saving them, but none of his actions are for the good of anyone but himself. He’s just violating them for his own gain.

They're really leaning into gender roles for these guys, but in a way that screams "HEY, LOOK AT THIS! ISN'T IT FUCKED UP? LOOK AT HOW FUCKED UP THAT IS. LOOK AT THIS, AND BE UNCOMFORTABLE, AND KNOW THAT IT IS FUCKED UP."

Because it is! It's so extremely fucked up. They're using this imagery and these roles, something that makes most of us intrinsically uncomfortable, to drive home how unhealthy Knives relationship with his ideal of Vash is. That's the point. We're supposed to be uncomfortable with this.

Now of course there's some nuance to it. Like, you could see Knives as somewhat of a feminine and/or queer-coded figure as well, ESPECIALLY if you look at some of his panels in the manga, which could in turn lead to themes about infighting and control within marginalized communities, but that might be something for another post. :3

And there's definitely different ways you could take this! Vash, with all this feminine imagery, could be either transfem or transmasc coded, depending on what way you'd rather see it, which could lead into themes of how people outside the norm constantly face a lack of bodily autonomy and are exploited for purposes outside their boundaries. We could also look at Wolfwood and his lack of choice over joining the Eye of Michael and becoming the Punisher, and how masculine men (particularly men of colour) are often forced into violent roles against their will. If we look at Trimax, the exact same could be said for Livio/Razlo and people with disorders such as DID/OSDD.

There are many different ways you could spin these themes, some of which I don't feel personally qualified to discuss. If anyone who is qualified to talk about Wolfwood or Livio/Razlo or even other characters related to these themes, then god PLEASE add onto this post or make a post and tag me or something. I would love to read it!

Anyway, in conclusion: Vash is a feminine figure constantly taken advantage of and exploited and and he's so incredibly trans/nonbinary-coded that it drives me insane. Thank you

[ynscrazylife]

Hi Jess! I have a request similar to the paternal BAU fics you’ve done about if they were your parents, but can I please request a ‘Spencer as your big brother’ type list - idk what the sitch would be that he would end up being your guardian for but it probably made him extra protective and brotherly and yeah I would love that a lot thanks Jess!!!

spencer being your big brother (spencer reid x little sibling!reader)

i couldn’t really think of how to fit in spencer being your guardian so i’m sorry it’s not in here!

In the BAU’s eyes, Spencer is a total nerd. He’s a kid. The youngest of the group. To you, however, he’s your hero. You adore him and you look up to him for guidance on just about everything. Yes, sometimes his never-ending spewing of facts can be a bit annoying, but mostly you appreciate his wisdom and how much he seems to know about everything. It’s useful whenever you have a problem or some issue and you don’t know what to do.

The team is still shocked when one day, you waltz right into their headquarters and go right up to your big brother. Usually the most attentive one, Spencer drops everything in the moment to make sure you’re alright.

“Who is this kid??” — Derek, probably.

Spencer proudly introduces you as his little sibling, the light of his life, as well as the most important person in his life.

JJ and Garcia absolutely adore you. The rest are soon to follow, with Hotch and Derek in particular also taking a liking to you (especially Derek since Spencer’s already like his younger brother).

Even though he enjoys having you hang out with the team, Spencer otherwise prefers to keep you away from his work. He doesn’t often divulge the details of anything really that he does.

Of course, the BAU gets you to tell them stories about Spencer and show you old photos, which you’re more than happy to do.

Spencer is not happy when he finds out and that’s when the BAU sees his stern side. He very much adopts a stern parent persona, his hands on his hips, a disappointing frown, the whole thing. He has an authoritative voice that the BAU’s never heard before that immediately gets you into line.

“Why have you never talked like that on missions?” — Hotch

Even when he does have to get firm, he never stays angry with you. It’s impossible for him. He never wants to upset you, either.

If you ever have an issue, Spencer’s the one to go to. He’s a great listener and he will ask if you’re looking to rant or if you’re looking for advice/a solution.

He will protect you from anything and everything. When it comes to you, he forgets all about his fears.

Even if he is away for work, he makes sure you know that you can always call him. He will always pick up your phone call, no matter the time or day. He hates when he’s stuck in meetings or is away from his phone, because he always wants to be around in case you need him.

If you ever decide to be in a relationship with someone, Spencer’s your number #1 supporter. He will, however, go to Derek to ask for advice on how to be intimidating. He will scare your partner and make sure that they know you’re not to be messed with or left heartbroken.

And if you end up heartbroken, Spencer’s there with boxes of chocolate and his shoulder to cry on (if you don’t stop crying, he’ll call Garcia or Penelope in a panic).

Spencer’s a great tutor!! If you ever need any help in that area, he is patient and thorough. It’s very important to him that you understand the process and he is very in tune to however you learn best. There are no dumb questions.

You’ll often receive random texts from Spencer if he ever needs to rant about something that he’s interested in.

You are the first person he goes to whenever he wants to announce something! He wants you to hear any good news he has first.

Spencer may be your big brother, but he’s also your best friend. He’ll listen to any gossip you wanna share, he’ll go on Target runs with you, he’s up for pretty much anything.

But that means that you also have to be willing to go to the bookstore with him. That man can spend hours going through the shelves.

He’s a very fun and kind brother. He takes his role very seriously.

[a-doubleh-x]

Buttonblossom Analysis in TADC Episode 2

(Background rainbows: hint, hint)

Ragatha was so sweet to Pomni in episode 2 🥺💖 Most people caught onto the obvious fact that Raggs is being codependant and leans onto toxic positivity on the way she tries to cheer up Pomni, but I still think for the most part her heart is in the right place.

I liked their dynamic in episode 1, but I liked it so much in 2 I decided to write a little analysis on it (plus the ship fuel 👀) in preparation for the romance fic I'm writing about them.

Without further ado, let's go!

Looking back at Ragatha, on the good side, she made some very strong, active efforts to help her during her transition into the digital realm. She checked first thing in the morning if she was okay, she tried to make her feel included in the adventure at the beginning and showed care for her safety overall.

My favorite scene, though, is when the circus gang falls into the fudge river and after checking in on them, the first thing she says is: "Poor Pomni!" 😭 Girlie is so empathetic she even manages to care for someone who's not even there, while she's in a terrible situation herself!

I think this proves how much of a good person Raggs is. She doesn't just help people to feel good or superior, she does it because she geniuenly cares for other people's wellbeing and I find that very noble 😊

On the negative side, she seems to have some very particular communication issues with Pomni, even though she seems to be the circus memeber she cares the most about at the moment.

For starters, her attitude comes off as a little condescending very often. She hardly asks questions to Pomni and tends to assume for her. She hardly acknowledges some of her struggles and tries to downplay them, like when she degrades their experience as "larping". Also, she makes Pomni feel like a child when she tries to "hype her up" in her own words.

If we take Pomni's nightmare into consideration, it seems she believes Ragatha thinks Pomni is not "cut out for it", which might be a result of her condescending behavior I just mentioned.

This makes sense to me and also sheds a little bit of light on how Pomni sees herself as: small and insignificant. It's unclear at the moment how she was before on the physical world, but I speculate based on this evidence she probably didn't think she had much agency in her life (just how she feels in the circus).

At the end, however, thanks to her experience with Gummigoo and looking at the crew grief over Kaufmo's abstraction, Pomni opens herself more to the crew, which is a very good sign.

I think her current dynamic with Ragatha is wicked cool! ✨️ There's a lot of room for growth, which is good in my opinion. Ragatha clearly cares a lot about Pomni and I think with time she could grow to reciprocate her as well.

Despite her cowardness in episode 1, I always had the feeling that Pomz was deep down a caring individual as well, which was solidly proven in 2 with her interactions with Gummi.

On the fanon side, I saw a lot of fans foaming at the mouth (myself included) over the fact that Ragatha was such a tryhard with Pomni (which was anticipated to be the contrary). Some fans have interpreted their potential dynamics as both being shy, which I really, really like.

I believe I will definitely include that in my future fanfic. Another idea I wanted to explore is Pomni talking to Ragatha about her overbearing issues, while still appreciating her good qualities at the same time.

I think it's going to be great ☺️❤ I already look forward to what the end result is going to be. I love mutual pining and I love sweet lesbians caring for each other (even when they're silly girlfails). I'm planning to start by submitting chapter 1 by next Friday and submit a new one every following one, as I've done before.

Get ready for digital lesbian shenanigans 🎪💙🎀 See ya!

[ponett]

Whenever I complain about graphic or dark content in media I watch, I keep hearing people retort with this apparently very popular opinion that people who enjoy comfy, wholesome things are actually more likely to be raging assholes than people who love things like death metal and gore. As someone who seems to enjoy comfy, wholesome things yourself and likely met many others who enjoy similar such things, do you agree with this opinion? If so, why do you think this happens?

So I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, not knowing whether or not I wanted to touch it because it kind of feels like being handed a live grenade

For one, I don't like being pigeonholed as someone who just likes "comfy" or "wholesome" things. Yeah, I enjoy My Little Pony and Animal Crossing. I made a game with cute furry characters and lots of bright colors. I also enjoy things like Berserk and Chainsaw Man and Doom and violent crime dramas and punk rock with vulgar lyrics and porn. Variety is the spice of life

Anyway: I generally don't think it's a good idea to make sweeping statements about peoples' moral or intellectual character based on what genres of story they enjoy, regardless of what direction you're coming at it from. But this is a very leading question that kind of skirts around the root problems

There's frequent (perhaps a bit exaggerated) pushback these days against people who prefer their fiction to be a warm blanket, a form of escapism meant to distract you from the real world. In particular, the dreaded "person who only watches kids' cartoons" is a form of this that gets brought up a lot. I don't think the root problem here is what media people enjoy or don't personally enjoy - taste is subjective, and I don't think it's a moral obligation for everyone to have diverse tastes in TV shows - but I do think some folks should try to get out of their comfort zone a bit more. Sometimes stuff that seems like it won't be for you on a surface level will really end up speaking to you, but you won't know until you give it a shot. Trust me, I've been there many times

It becomes a problem when people demand that media ONLY cater to that "warm blanket" attitude. And I think that's part of the reason why that stereotype you mentioned about fans of ""wholesome""" media being assholes exists. People who view dark or violent content as an inherent flaw because it's not what they like. People who yell at creators when they make bad things happen in their stories, because how dare you do this to my comfort characters? People who say movies should never have sex scenes. People who want "problematic" moral complexity stripped out in favor of black and white moral instruction. People who seem to hate any sort of interpersonal conflict in fiction at all

These attitudes can be the result of many different cultural factors, factors that can't all be traced back to Tumblr or what shows you like, but sometimes it's definitely because of that lack of broader perspective on media. You can tell when someone's opinions on The Right And Wrong Ways To Write Fiction were shaped almost entirely by, like, Steven Universe discourse. (Yes, this is a jab at Lily Orchard.) And when these people are very loud about their opinions, well, it becomes a trend people notice

Like. I don't know you. You sent this anonymously. But when you say you "complain about graphic or dark content in media you watch"... that could mean a few wildly different things! Maybe you're just venting about something that unexpectedly triggered you, and that's totally fine. But the wording could also imply that, like, you take issue with these things being present at all, and that you expect a person who likes "death metal and gore" to be more of a "raging asshole" than someone who likes the "wholesome" things you like. So... well, maybe you're more dismissive or judgmental of things outside your comfort zone than you realize?

Unfortunately, in case it's not already obvious, on the internet this shit quickly becomes a proxy battle over dozens of intersecting cultural issues at once where everyone is kinda just talking past each other. So it gets messy

For example, I have no reason to believe that the people who run the "Wholesome Games" showcases have anything against games that are dark or violent or contain adult themes. (They've outright said they don't. Many times!) But when you see people going "why is Spiritfarer allowed in the showcase? That's a game about DEATH and that's NOT WHOLESOME, why would you make me think about death?" or "Ugh, why does Disco Elysium have to be about a cop? Why can't we apply these systems to a game about a young witch who's trying to find a lost cat in an idyllic village instead?" it... Well, it makes me sympathetic towards the indies who don't feel comfortable with the "Wholesome Games" label and consider it limiting. But it also doesn't make me think that devs catering to a demand for more chill, nonviolent video games are categorically facilitating fascist censorship from the Christian right

It's complicated! The written word is imprecise and the internet is a nightmare

I've kind of gone off on multiple tangents here. Basically: I do think that people can kinda turn fans of "comfy" media or "adults who only watch Bluey" into an overblown boogeyman these days. I think people online generally have a habit of swinging too hard in one direction or another in their stances on certain things, overcompensating based on what group of people online are currently annoying them the most and turning said group into like The Main Problem With Society Today. But I also think that boogeyman only exists because of very real examples of people demanding that everything cater to their narrow comfort zone. Go like what you like, but also, y'know. Don't be that person

[twig-tea]

With 23.5 finally coming out, the people are rejoicing at finally getting a high profile gl from GMMTV. But there have already been several gls airing this year, including my fav TsukuTabe, that have been flying under the radar with fandom, and in general there are more gls already out there than folks seem to think. I just know you have a list of all the gls we should be watching, please share with the class!

Thank you for the ask! How did you know I had a draft of GL recs to make at some point? [Trick question, I mentioned it to you.]

It may seem like I'm out here hating on GL because i've made a couple of negative reviews of recently airing series recently (Love Senior and Chaser Game W in case you're curious) but I actually have lots of GL that I love and that I wish were better known! Thanks for sending this ask so I am inspired to actually finish it! I've limited myself to series so that I could keep the list and this post to a reasonable length. Where possible I've listed where you can find each of these and included a link. And I've included an 'elevator pitch' summary but I am NOT in marketing for a reason, so please don't roast me too hard for my terrible comparisons. Alright, enough waffling!

Twig's GL Rec List

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat S1 & 2 (Japan, 2022 & 2024, both seasons fansubbed by @furritsubs; if you need help accessing this show feel free to DM me!)

Elevator pitch: Our Dining Table with lesbians and an even slower burn. Watch for beautiful food, acespec rep, mental health and therapy rep

What might turn some off: Extremely low heat, and quite slow-moving; warning for a disordered eating and family trauma plot (v gently handled)

Let's start with the one you've already mentioned. This is a heartwarming slice-of-life slow burn in which an autismspec-coded woman who likes to eat is invited by her neighbour, a femme acespec woman who loves to cook, to come and eat her food. It starts from a very practical place (when you love making food you need someone to help eat it), but their relationship grows as they spend more time together. The story follows them as they both move towards self-actualization in several ways: as a lesbian, as asexual, at work, with their families, with their friends, with each other. This show is so careful to say the important words aloud. And there is so much delicious cooking! Each episode highlights a particular recipe, and the food porn is real. Do not watch while hungry, but definitely watch. The found famiy vibes in this one one are also immaculate.

She Makes My Heart Flutter (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Younger lesbian friend group tries to help out (slightly) older lesbian bar owner with mixed success. I can't think of a good BL equivalent, The Moment Since feels the closest with its similar bartender/patron romance

What might turn some off: Comedic tone; short runtime; struggles with being closeted

This is a gem of a miniseries about a bar owner and an interior designer who smoulder at one another while an intrepid group of younger bar regulars (including the bar owner's neice) meddle. This series is really cute, solid, and full of sapphics! Once again found family vibes are immaculate (you may sense a theme in my faves). Run don't walk.

Fragrance of the First Flower (Taiwan, 2021, GagaOOLala)

Elevator pitch: Right-person-wrong-time/second chance romance; tonally is a little like We Best Love 2: Fighting Mr. 2nd but with an ambiguous ending.

What might turn you off: Medium heat, second chance romance means they break up once, internalized homophobia, adultery/cheating, at one point there's a creepy dude, child with autism (depicted well), ambiguous ending

At its core this is a story of a woman who can't stop getting in the way of her own happiness. This series is a little more sad than the rest of this rec list but I couldn't not include it because this relationship is so poignant. Plus there's a s2 that supposedly is to come out in 2024 so maybe we'll get our happy ending after all?

Love Greater Than or Equal to 70 Degrees C (Korea, 2019, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Ingredients but with lesbians staring at one another over beautiful tea pairings! What more could you ask for?

What might turn you off: Low heat; short runtime; ambiguous ending; like Ingredients this is essentially a long ad for the café it's filmed at.

This is a Korean miniseries about passionate tea sommeliers making really fancy tea while staring at one another a LOT. Perfect sapphic representation, 10/10 no notes. This one packs a lot of the drama tropes into its short runtime, so even though it's short it's full of butterfly-inspiring moments.

Sleep With Me (Philippines, 2022, GagaOOLala/iWantTFC/Netflix w/VPN set to Philippines)

Elevator pitch: The Truth About Cats and Dogs but the self esteem issues are handled without catfishing. BL equivalent: Hmmm. Closest I can think of is Gaya Sa Pelikula.

What might turn you off: There's some ableism (treated as such) in this show; Open ending.

Stellar GL between a late night radio DJ and an insomniac who listens to her show. One of the main couple is a wheelchair user and the show tackles ablelism and navigating disability in relationship as well as feelings of inadequacy in a relationship and how that manifests as interpersonal conflict.

Our Relationship Ended Before it Began (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Along the lines of I Cannot Reach You; the show gives both perspectives and they are held back by queer angst.

What might turn you off: No kiss (but they make it very clear both want to kiss), internalized homophobia

Really sweet miniseries about having a crush and being afraid of being hurt so you don't actually make a move. I really like the way the girl who has not dated a girl before defaults to gender roles and it throws the more experienced lesbian lol I also really like the way this show makes clear that both of them are waiting for a kiss, and that if you get in your head about things, it can get in the way of your own happiness!

Pearl Next Door (Philippines, 2020, Youtube)

Elevator Pitch: Gameboys but with lesbian vloggers.

What might turn you off: Love triangle, lots of teasing but low heat in the end, a lot of (good) conversations about mental health issues, ambiguous ending

This is the GL spinoff to Gameboys, starring Pearl from Gameboys. Pearl ends up being fought over by the two gorgeous women in the gif, an old love and a new. I love the queer friendships in this story as much as the relationships. I will say it's an open ending (that felt a bit like the showrunners didn't want to decide between ships) and definitely the love triangle features prominently but even in the face of these aspects that would normally turn me off a series I had a good time. The characters and interpersonal conflicts feel very real, and are allowed to be complex even when the show tone is comedic.

Dear Uranus (Taiwan, 2021, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Schoolgirl ensemble GL; a little like My School President but without the singing.

What might turn you off: Short runtime; ambiguous ending; a little bit of bullying; very standard romance trope execution

The first Taiwanese GL miniseries, this series was produced by a Taiwanese lesbian couple (Rabbit & Wolf)! Lots of excellent drama tropes, and incredibly gorgeous women (I think the entire watching audience fell in love with Erol.

Lily Fever (Korea, 2015, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Complete crack; YYY but with more kissing and frankly an even less coherent story.

What might turn you off: The lack of coherent plot; less a romance and more a very thirsty lesbian kissing everyone she can

This miniseries is utter chaos. Nothing really makes sense, it's all just random excuses to cause very suggestive moments (and kissing) to happen. I love so much how this series depicts women being so absolutely thirsty for one another (and yes that date isn't a typo, this series is ~9 years old). Not an "happy ever after" ending but it really isn't that kind of story.

Chasing Sunsets (Philippines, 2020, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Ocean Likes Me with lesbians. Resort romance with a mental health twist.

What might turn you off: Some of the mental health stuff gets intense, this was filmed in 2020 so the pandemic features heavily; hopeful but slightly ambiguous ending.

A complex story from the Philippines covering mental health and finding yourself. A woman shows up to a resort and befriends one of the women running the resort. They get closer as they spend time together, and the resort owner realizes something is off. There's also a BL side couple in this series.

Show Me Love (Thai, 2023, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: A little like My Day the series with lesbians, in that they work together and fall in love and it's full of tropes

What might turn you off: The advertising for the Miss Grand competition, there is some bullying and cheating (though way less than I was expecting tbh), not a lot actually happens, the editing gets a bit wonky at the end

This is essentially a massive ad for the Miss Grand Thailand competition; this GL was produced by the same company that produces that competition, and the stars are mostly Miss Grand competitors. The main pairing were shipped in the actual competition, and the company decided to make a GL about them. It's very slow paced and low-stakes, and there are better kisses than I expected considering everything I just said about where this show came from. There are a lot of cute moments!

Girlfriend Project (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Love Class with lesbians

What might turn you off: One of the leads is kind of mean in that pgitail-pulling way? It ends abruptly (but happily)

This is a short miniseries about two girls paired in a class that are assigned to "date". The chemistry is chemistrying. And there is a kiss (a good kiss, and a tiptoes kiss at that!). This show also has one of my favourite tropes, in which someone who seems like a pushover stands up for themselves and their partner finds it very attractive. For the record, in this show they are watching another GL by the same company, Love Tech.

Lulu (Philippines, 2022, Vivamax/grey)

Elevator Pitch: Present Perfect with lesbians (but with a better ending).

What might turn you off: Depictions of panic attacks, brief depiction of drowning, pandemic lockdowns, illness, exes, waffling, happy but open ending (which I actually liked for this story)

Two women trying to move on from the garbage in their lives meet at the beach of a B&B (where one saves the other from drowning) and become one another's company during their escape and then something more. They both have baggage that seems determined to keep them apart even as they continue to be drawn together. In the end, they decide to stick it out and see where they end up, with no guarantee of happily ever after, which I found very sweet. Requires either a VivaMax account or searching the grey for it, but it's worth the effort (check MyDramaList comments for suggestions on where to find it). Plus one of the leads has a cactus as a pet.

Welcome to the Lesbian Bar (Korea, 2023, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: A little like Fudanshi Bartender but without the fudanshi bartender and all of the bar patrons are lesbians lol

What might turn you off: Short, can get a little bit preachy, abrupt ending

Cute short series with different very stories every episode as different patrons visit the bar. The stories range from women who have been together for awhile, to people meeting from an online app for the first time, to someone visiting a lesbian bar for the first time; and yet the story all weaves together in a way that's satisfying though ends abruptly. Includes some solid marriage equality propaganda.

GAP the Series (Thai, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Kind of the vibes of Together with Me but lesbians and in an office instead of school. Angry boss falls for charming new intern and

What might turn you off: This one is the highest heat of all these recs; homophobia especially amongst family, brief depictions of death by car, brief mentions of suicide, cheating, bullying, abuse of power in the office.

A list would not be complete without this one! Honestly the plot is a bit wobbly but the show is a lot of fun. The girls are very cute, the feelings and tension builds really well between them, the friend group is excellent, and in the special we get a wedding.

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The rest of these have caveats of one kind or another, but i couldn't leave them off a rec list, so here are the side couples and censored stories that are still worth your time anyway (I might do a separate more detailed post for these, as well as for films, one day if there's interest):

Nevertheless (GL side; Korean, 2021, Netflix) Not sure it's worth watching a whole kdrama for side lesbians? Search soljiwan on youtube. They are great. Even the Netflix account stans them. I watched this (ngl, I watched the SolJiwan cut) as it aired and was constantly braced for it to let us down but it did not! A really good friends-to-lovers story.

Friend Zone 2: Dangerous Area (GL side; Thailand, 2019, YouTube): These sapphics are messy and I love them. Decent conversation about dating someone with mental health issues in this series, and they're one of the only couples in this ensemble to get a happy ending. If you're just watching the lesbian couple (which you can, their story is pretty self-contained) you don't need to have seen s1.

Six Survivors (GL side; Japan, 2022, Viki) This show is a horror comedy and it is SO MUCH FUN. Warning for zombies and blood, but way less than you might think. One of the eponymous 6 survivors is a lesbian who keeps trying to convert them to veganism lol. If you watched Chaser Game W you'll recognize one of the actresses in this, the lead actress is from Kamisama no Ekohiiki, and one of the guys is from the prequel series His as well as I Want to See Only You! And yes there is a kiss. Also a surprising number of Mallrats references. Not for people who can't handle gore or relationships being complicated/not a "true love" story/ambiguous ending.

Kamisama no Ekohiiki (complicated question of is it GL in parts, Japan, 2021, furritsubs once again coming through to save the day) This one is a bit complex because there's bodyswap, but the girl who falls for the bodyswapped boy-in-a-girl's-body is clear that she is only interested in the girl. One of the better bodyswap stories because the bodyswap is not a secret for very long, so instead there's a lot of introspection about what gender means and who/what they are attracted to. Feels wrong to call this GL, necessarily, but it's very queer.

Couple of Mirrors (Censored GL, China, 2021, Viki) Story of a rich girl and her assassin girlfriend. This production did an amazing job getting away with what they could, just don't watch the last five minutes and we've got essentially a happy lesbian family.

Legend of Yunze (Censored GL, China, 2021, @douqi7s) Very cute very low budget xianxia miniseries with two seasons and a special. The special is set in modern times in a future lifetime so if you want a cute censored-but-clearly-a-soulmate-love-story this is the one for you. Don't be thrown off by the weird cuts/abrupt episode endings, that's in line with cdramas in general.

Led Astray by Love (Censored GL, China, 2021, @douqi7s) A very fun and adorable isekai story in which a modern day girl is transported to a wuxia novel setting and has to figure out how to get home, and gets romanced by the princess along the way.

And a few additional links for people who even more content:

My Indian sapphic webseries rec list

My suggestions for content with toms (Thai category that's similar to but not exactly the same as butch lesbians) in response to this post.

This really good GL MyDramaList list (not made by me!) lists what seems to be everything I've mentioned and about 200 more. Even I haven't seen a few of these!

My YouTube playlist of sapphic content: This includes anything I stumble across or find in my searches, a lot of music videos and random shorts as well as some microseries and miniseries that I don't consider GL but are WLW/sapphic in addition to true "GL" content. For serialized content, I add just the first ep. A complete mess, but you can trawl through to find stuff to watch, like Hetero!

SOONOTSUE: The same producers of She Makes My Heart Flutter have other short series on their channel worth checking out; if you liked that one, try Out of Breath!

Shakeshoulder: Thai YouTube producers of very pulpy (read: low budget and dramatic plots) shorts

FuFuKnows: This YouTube channel is owned by a gay Taiwanese couple that produces shorts every week, including some with GL mains and sides. These are very low budget but cover a whole swath of queer themes.

@douqi7s is a godsend providing subtitles for all kinds of content, including sapphic shorts and more series than I've listed here. Check their tumblr for links to all of their content; A Practical Guide to Being a Superstar's Assistant has one of the best setups to giving us great moments in the guise of something else so that they get past censorship I've ever seen; I also recommend The Vampires if you're into genre fiction, as well as Legend of Yunqian if you enjoyed the xianxia parts of Legend of Yunze. @wlwcatalogue did an excellent summary of many of the non-wuxia options here.

Quick pitch for the streaming platform GagaOOLala; it's affordable, has a ton of content, including a whack of GLs (originals, license series, and a ton of shorts), and is run by queer people out of Taiwan who care about good quality queer content being made and having an audience, and using the soft power from those successful series to support social change. And if you can't afford a subscription it's worth checking out what they have for free, they open up temporary free access to some things for various events throughout the year.

In searching for gifs for this post I found fellow tumblr user @drowningparty 's WLW compendium list; they've listed more series and films so check it out if you still need more content!

*wipes sweat off brow* that should be enough to be getting on with, but it's really just the tip of the iceberg! If there's something specific you want to see with sapphics let me know and I can tell you if I know it exists. Anyway, I hope this gives you and everyone else a taste of what all is out there! I of course always want more, I am serious about being a sapphic dragon hoarding every crumb i can get my lizardy hands on, but I do think what we have should also be appreciated more. If I missed one of your faves, please tell me!

[yurinaa-world]

hello!! platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader who excels at one particular subject but is bad or average on the others? also lacks social skills

(kinda inspired by me lol 💀)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dr. Ratio platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with student reader who excels at one subject but is bad at the others + lacks social skills

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff and spelling mistakes, got lil personal

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜

He’s so strict about your grades, looking at you with disappointment as if a parent would when their child an F. What? does the information just go through and out one ear? (it does for me 😀)  Can your brain handle one sentence at a time since it doesn’t look like it to him with these embarrassing grades?

He immediately got you into summer school so you could at least try to get good at other subjects, one subject won’t get you a future. Even worse with fact you can’t even talk without staring endlessly at your paper contemplating just to ask him the most simple question.

The man knows no mercy, making you write out several essays over the whole summer but just like every teacher that wants to suck the souls from students he’ll make you plan every tad bit of detail, even refuse you from starting to write if one detail isn’t explained and well thought out enough for him.

Then oh don’t forget to make the rough draft of the essay (it’s more like writing the real essay itself with the way he’s being strict with every typo & grammar mistake, but oh don’t think you're going to get this using simple and basic words like “in conclusion.” or “well, I believe.” Throw those out the window along with every other basic sentence that people use to put up the word count or just get the whole thing over with. He isn't accepting it. No exceptions.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Blank.

You’ve been staring at the next part of your sentence but unsure how to use the word “Magnanimity”. How were you even supposed to use this in a sentence?! (he made you pick several high-level words to use in an essay), you look up to silently curse your teacher, Mr. Ratio out in your head before immediately looking back down when your eyes connect.

You begin to contemplate, that maybe jumping out the window ain’t bad, it might be your only way to get out of here. you sigh, just giving up on your constant stalling, getting up from your chair (with your paper in hand) and walking over to your teacher, dreading every step you take.

Before stopping at his desk, “Mr. Ratio, could you tell me what the definition is for magnanimity again?” He just sighs, closing up the book he always reads. (You don’t know why he always reads the same thing, it’s so boring.)

“Magnanimity means the loftiness of spirit enabling one to bear trouble calmly, to disdain meanness and pettiness, and to display a noble generosity.”

you stare at him blankly, he wasn’t kidding, he seriously expected you to know what he was saying?! “I’m sorry but what does that even mean?” you whisper your voice cracking with frustration, you just feel a blood vessel getting bigger.

He sighs once again “Showing kindness towards an enemy or you had been defeated in battle. using it in a sentence would be like he showed magnanimity towards his enemy, understand?” 

“Oh, okay. Thank you Mr. Ratio” You nod taking in his words. “Let me see your essay.” He tells you out of the blue, holding his hand out to see your paper, which makes your mouth dry. “you have something written, correct? Let me see it.”

You give him your paper and watch in nervousness before he begins to read out loud “A great man once spoke mighty wor-“ “Mr ratio please read it in your head!”  you cut him off with panic, yet what a fool you are since when was he merciful? “a great man once spoke mighty words…”

Listening to him read your essay made you cringe and close your ears. He’s the worst!

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[pumpkinpaix]

Spotlight 1:

"Introduction: The Single-log Bridge"

(interview questions answered by Alberto)

What drew you to this topic?

When we realized this would be the first scholarly book on The Untamed, we wanted to prioritize writers with lived experience and cultural backgrounds most pertinent to an initial discussion of it!

Was there anything you were surprised to discover while researching?

For me personally, I was surprised to see all the records that The Untamed kept setting as we wrote, revised, and submitted the collection! Some of the sources cited here were added quite literally the week before our deadline.

Did researching/writing your chapter change how you saw the text, the fandom, or the media? How so?

We had to pull together conversations on a lot of different topics for this introduction, and it was very neat to see the big picture coming together.

If there’s one thing you hope the fandom takes away from your article, what would it be?

I hope that English-speaking fandom in particular comes away with a better sense of how complex production was and how much nuance there is to the show. I've seen a lot of discussions that try to read CQL in the way they would a show made in the US or EU, and that just misses so much of what this show is doing!

What is your MDZS/CQL origin story? (i.e. how did you come to this text?)

I (Maria) started watching CQL after seeing it all over my dash and getting rave recommendations from friends in a wide variety of other fandoms! From there, I branched out into the novel and other danmei texts, both webnovels and dramas.

Favorite adaptation, if any?

The live-action drama will always hold a special place in my heart because this is how I first encountered these characters!

If you were isekai-ed into MDZS/CQL, what sect affiliation would you choose and why?

This is such a tough question XD I think I'd have to say Qinghe Nie because I admire their leadership and I'm most drawn to their style of cultivation!

What’s your favorite fictional trope in MDZS/CQL?

Soulmate tropes will always get me! Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are my very favorite characters and that relationship is so compelling to me: I also love how Xiao Xingchen forms a little found family in Yi City for a time, later on :,)

Chaotic one-sentence pitch to get your friends into MDZS/CQL?

Picture this: disaster gays reunite after dramatic death and reincarnation, then have the slowest slowburn while dealing with post-conflict politics!

If you could ask anyone who worked any adaptation of MDZS/CQL one thing, who would it be and what would you ask?

To any cast member, I would be so curious whether they anticipated how big and visible the show became!

If you could ask MXTX one question, what would it be?

What do you think of how popular your work has become?!

What is one (1) book/media you would recommend to a MDZS/CQL fan? Tell us about it.

Word of Honor, in case there's anyone hasn't seen it yet (heart eyes)

Anything to say to potential readers of the collection?

On behalf of myself and co-editor Yue, we truly hope you enjoy it!

You can find Maria on Twitter/X @MariaKAlberto.

(FAQ) (all posts on Catching Chen Qing Ling)

[novaawayne]

I love my fans but I love more || Izuku Midoriya

pairing: pro hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem assistant! reader

summary: Izuku loves his fans but he loves you even more even if you haven't realized it yet

warnings: NSFW. Riding. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar. One bed. Fluff. A little angst(? maybe. Izuku is the sweetest men in word <3

wc: +5.4K

a/n. english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

masterlist

Izuku was always very nice to his fans. Being the number one hero, he had an image to maintain but it never bothered him. He always had time for a photo or an autograph when someone asked him for it.

However, it was complete chaos when Izuku had an event out of town and had to stay at a hotel. Social media was always following him everywhere and there were some pretty crazy fans following Izuku's every step and quickly finding out which hotel he would be staying at.

It was so that as soon as he got out of the car, he already had a crowd around him waiting to get a photo or an autograph from their favorite hero. It was even enough for them that Izuku looked at them for a couple of seconds.

He didn't need bodyguards, he was a hero, so he didn't really need anyone to protect him unless the event they were attending assigned some.

But this was where your work came in. You were Izuku's personal assistant and you had a pretty tight schedule to keep up with. You understood that it was important to maintain an image for Izuku, so you allowed him to stay for a few minutes but if people kept stopping him with every step he took, it was you who kindly intervened, mentioning that Izuku still had things to do and they could see him another time. Maybe at the event the next day, where he would even answer a few questions.

That particular night, it had been a heavy day and a rather long and tedious flight to your destination. So it was obvious that Izuku was exhausted and needed a good eight hours of sleep from him to stay fresh for the next day.

Unfortunately, when the car stopped in front of the hotel, they saw the crowd of Izuku's fans waiting for him. The green haired boy tried to show a huge smile but it was obvious that he was really exhausted.

The only "bad" thing about the intense fans was when they harassed the poor guy. Some girls would very blatantly come on to him or reach out to touch him in inappropriate parts. A few others gave her their panties or bras. Izuku always blushed at that but in the end he accepted it somehow.

You didn't really care that Izuku had a fun night with any girl he wanted, the problem was when those girls wanted to take advantage of it. They would upload indecent photos to their social media to get more followers or blackmail Izuku to get something in return. There were few girls who really enjoyed that night and left to continue with their lives.

You gave your boss a smile and he responded in kind. So you opened the door and went out first, Izuku came out right behind you and the crowd rushed at you.

You tried to keep everyone at a fair distance and it more or less worked. But there were really a lot of people around him. You looked at your watch, you would allow it to be there for five minutes and then you would drag it if necessary.

Also, Izuku was one of the people who found it difficult to say 'no' and that night was no exception. He was really tired but still he showed a huge smile as he signed some autographs and took photos with some other people.

You made sure that everything was kept in order. You looked at your watch again, ten minutes had passed and you decided that it was enough.

"Sorry guys. Izuku has to go now but tomorrow you can see him again" you raised your voice and everyone seemed to understand.

Izuku gave you a grateful look and they both went into the hotel, where the security guard didn't allow anyone who wasn't staying to enter.

The green haired man sighed tiredly.

“Go sit while I order the rooms”

"Okay, thanks"

The man dragged his feet into the waiting room and you went to the counter, where a man was looking at his computer.

"Hello" you greeted kindly.

The man took his eyes off the computer and gave you a friendly smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I have a reservation"

He looked back at the computer as he asked, “whose name is the reservation in?”

“L/N” you answered. You always said your name for Izuku's safety.

The man checked his computer.

"Oh yes" he smiled and looked at you again "a double room, is that correct?"

You frowned at him and pulled out your tablet.

"No, actually I made the reservation for two single rooms" you spoke while looking for your reservation record.

That man also looked a bit confused as he went back to check his computer.

"I'm sorry lady. Here I only have the record of a matrimonial room”

You found your record, where it actually said that you had booked two single rooms. You showed the man the tablet and he soon looked embarrassed.

"Is right. I'll call my manager to find out what happened."

"Yes, thanks"

The man left after giving you back your tablet. You started to hit the wood with your fingers and looked at Izuku who was falling asleep on the couch. Maybe you could give the room to Izuku and you would manage otherwise, besides you could just rent an extra room and the problem would be solved, but you were worried that that man seemed very concerned about that mistake. The most important thing to you was Izuku's safety and comfort.

The man from earlier returned to a smaller, chubby man with a large mustache.

"Hello Miss. My employee told me that there was an error with your reservation”

You nodded.

"Yes. But it doesn't matter, I just want one more room”

Both men looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, but due to the hero event starting tomorrow, we don't have any more rooms available," he explained.

You looked at him worried and a little annoyed. It was they who made the mistake not you.

"Not a room? It doesn't matter if it's the most expensive or the cheapest”.

The first man who answered you looked at his computer but quickly denied it.

"Very sorry. We can give you a fifty percent discount coupon for your next visit”

“I don't need a coupon” You didn't want to sound upset, but you were. You felt tired and Izuku had to go to sleep immediately. "I want a room. I wasn't the one who made the mistake."

“I understand and I really apologize. In addition to the coupon, your room service will be free”

Before you could answer, Izuku was already behind you.

"Everything is alright?" he asked you, he sounded a little sleepy.

"Not really. There was an error with the reservation and they will only give us one room instead of two”

"Oh..." was all he said but he cleared his throat "well... we can share"

You didn't want to upset him. Much less when Izuku had such an important event the next day. But it was already late and you were too tired to go looking for another hotel with available rooms. Which was very complicated due to the event.

"Good" you gave up.

You finished arranging the documents with the manager and he handed you the key card. You and Izuku headed for the elevator but before you could get in, a girl approached him. She looked very shy as she kept her gaze downcast and her cheeks were an intense red color. She was wearing a pastel pink skirt that was too short for her along with a white top.

Izuku gave you an all-okay look so you stayed a bit away while they talked. You didn't hear his words, but you did catch how your boss's neck turned red. You were already getting an idea of ​​the conversation they were having and you felt a little uncomfortable.

It was obvious that Izuku might need to relax somehow and might want to sleep with a girl.

That girl gave him a gift bag, Izuku took it curiously but as soon as she saw its contents, even her ears turned red. They were probably panties. Those were the gifts they gave him most frequently.

You sighed tired. It was your cue to give them their space. You approached them carefully, getting their attention.

"Deku, sorry to interrupt" you cleared your throat and handed him the room access card. He took it without understanding why you were giving it to him “I just called the hotel that is two blocks from here and they have a free room. I'll go there and we can meet here first thing tomorrow morning in the lobby."

That girl got closer to Izuku, clinging to the man's shirt.

The green-haired man looks at you, trying to reflect on your words, but he wasn't able to say anything because the mysterious and pretty girl is already taking him to the elevator. You raise your hand in farewell as they leave.

You sigh tired and return to the lobby to take a seat on one of the sofas and take your laptop out of your small suitcase that you carried hanging from your shoulder to work for a while. You can't sleep there, but they won't kick you out if you're just working. Also, the guy behind the counter is still engrossed behind his computer and hasn't told you anything about not being there.

However, it's not like you could do much. Your work was complete because you never liked to leave anything to the last minute.

You stared at the screen, deciding to review for the millionth time the schedule of the next day's event. Maybe you can have a coffee along with a power drink in the morning and you will be as good as new. You would only have to take a bath and change your clothes but it is something that you would fix when the time comes.

You read the document but you had barely reached the second page when you heard the elevator doors open revealing a very tired Izuku.

They both looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Izuku hurried over and before you could react, the man had taken your laptop shut along with your suitcase and slung it over his shoulder.

"Come on, we have to rest" he said simply.

You had to run after him to the elevator without being quite sure what had happened. Once inside the metallic box, you looked at Izuku.

“Ummmm,” you stammered, “I…thought you might want some alone time with that girl.”

He looked at you with some curiosity.

"Why would you believe that?" He was genuinely curious.

You shrugged.

“It has been a stressful week, especially today. I thought…” your cheeks started to feel hot “that maybe… you would want… you know. Spend the night with someone” you muttered the last part.

You didn't dare look at him after saying that. It was a bit embarrassing. Furthermore, you had perfectly concealed your feelings towards the man. You had fallen in love with him a long time ago but you were only his assistant and he could be with beautiful models or whoever he wanted. Why would you be?

Izuku placed a hand on your head gently and shook your hair.

"Not really," he said at last. Still, you didn't dare to look at him “I just want to sleep and I'm sure you need rest too. You've done so much lately that I even feel a little guilty."

You quickly denied. He never bothered you about your work, in fact you were happy to do anything he asked of you.

"I'm fine" you assured and looked at him for the first time. Izuku noticed the decision in your eyes "I just want everything to be perfect for tomorrow and your well-being is more important to me"

The doors opened and Izuku placed a hand to stop them from closing as you walked out.

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door that had the number 37 on it. Izuku took out the access card and opened it. Once again, he let you go first. You immediately noticed the lights on and Izuku's suitcase on the floor.

It was quite a small room. Upon entering, there was a small corridor, to the right, in the middle of that corridor there was a door that took you to a bathroom with a shower. Further on, at the end of the small hallway, you found the double bed that took up most of the space. Opposite the bed was a chest of drawers and on the wall was a screen. In one corner was a small glass table along with two small chairs. On each side of the bed, there were two nightstands with a lamp on each. And that was it. There wasn't even much sleeping space on the floor.

Izuku carefully placed your suitcase on the floor and the laptop on the glass table.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the bathroom and then you can use it," he said.

"Oh sure. Take all the time you need".

You saw him look for something in his suitcase and then he went into the bathroom that they had passed. You sighed heavily when you heard the door close. At least the bed was big enough and they could put a barrier in the middle to avoid any awkward situation.

You took care of that before Izuku came out. You placed the pillows in the middle, leaving a little more room on your boss's side since he was bigger than you and he needed a little more space. You also pulled out an extra sheet that was stored in the dresser and reinforced the little barrier.

Proud of your work, you headed to your small suitcase to get out of your pajamas and wait for Izuku to come out.

The man came out almost immediately and was a bit puzzled to see the large divider on the bed.

“Is it okay to sleep on the left side?” You asked while looking at him.

You almost felt your heart jump out of your chest. You've seen your boss in every way there is. In his hero suit, in a suit, in his normal clothes, even in a bathing suit for some photo shoot. But this time... seeing him in his pajamas and in such an intimate situation... was strange. He wore a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his body like a second skin, making every one of his muscles stand out. His sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly even though they were dangerously low, leaving little to the imagination where a small bulge would show. He probably wasn't that little but you didn't want to think about it too much.

You stopped navigating your dirty thoughts when he spoke.

"Oh… sure" he mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed "but you used all the pillows and I really would love to have at least one under my head" it wasn't a complaint, in fact his tone was amused but for a second you had forgotten that little detail, more focused on establishing a division.

“Oh… you're right” you cleared your throat “take the pillows you want and you can keep the extra sheet as a divider. Now I'll take the bath."

You didn't wait for an answer and you ran away with all your things.

Your visit to the bathroom was quick. It was quite a nice and spacious bathroom but you didn't admire it too much. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before changing clothes. Fifteen minutes later, you had emerged from the bathroom in shorts and a rather skinny tank top. It was very hot even at night, so you wanted something light to sleep in but you never imagined that you would sleep in the same room as your boss.

Izuku had already settled on his side of the bed but he was leaning against the headboard looking at his cell phone. He turned to look at you when he heard you close the bathroom door and his cheeks began to turn a deep red as he watched you.

He chose not to say anything as he urgently looked at his cell phone but now his brain had a tattoo of you in tiny pajamas. And not only that. You would sleep next to him dressed like that.

You turned off the lights and settled on your side of the bed. The lights on the table lamps were still on.

"Good night" you muttered as you lay on your side, turning your back to Izuku.

"Good night," he murmured in the same way.

You turned off the lamp next to you and squeezed your eyes shut to try to sleep but you couldn't. A pain spread between your legs and although you squeezed your legs a bit, the image of Izuku did not disappear from your mind. The worst thing was that you had him on one side and you couldn't do anything to ease the pain.

You heard Izuku turn off his lamp and get comfortable on the bed. Maybe you could wait for him to fall asleep and ease that pain a bit.

The minutes passed and you heard your boss's soft breathing indicating that he had fallen asleep.

"Izuku?" You murmured in the dark and when you didn't get an answer you sighed with relief.

You settled on the bed and one of your hands traveled under your shirt to one of your nipples to caress it. Your other hand went to the inside of your panties where you felt all the accumulated moisture. You quickly began rubbing your clit while biting down hard on your lip to catch any kind of sound.

The mere thought of having Izuku on your side and the possibility of him getting you, turned you on even more. You rubbed harder on your clit and twisted your nipple for more stimulation.

Your whole body burned with pleasure. you were close you just needed a little more but you felt like it wasn't enough.

A moan escaped your lips and although you didn't notice it, the sound alerted Izuku. Who widened his eyes in concern but held his ground when he heard the wet sounds you were making.

His cheeks heated up and he felt his cock start to get hard. Your breaths were heavy and you could no longer control your moans. Izuku felt a bit guilty for hearing what you were doing… but it wasn't his fault that you decided to masturbate in the middle of the night.

His hand went inside his clothing and he began stroking the length of him as he imagined what you were doing. He could just flip over and remove that stupid barrier you'd tried to put up but now there was just a sheet that was probably going to be gone in the morning.

The pre-cum began to drip and he used it to lubricate all of his cock. He traced small circles with his thumb in the slit and he had to bite down hard on his cheek to keep from gasping when he heard you moan louder.

“Izu…” he heard you groan and stopped abruptly. Did you hear right? Or was it just a hallucination? Did you find out that he woke up? “Please…” you begged. Izuku got even harder if that was possible.

He wanted you. In all possible ways. You were his cute secretary that he has been in love with for some time now. He loves to masturbate while looking at a photo of the two of you together that was taken at an event two years ago, where you were wearing a suit similar to his but yours was a mini skirt, with a top that exposed your midsection and you were wearing some pretty bunny ears. Damn, I loved that photo. That day I just wanted to bend you over the interview table to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who you belonged to. But he held back.

He respected you and admired you for the hard work you did for him. But damn, how can you not fall in love with someone as perfect as you? At least, he saw you as the most perfect being that has walked the earth.

That night, when that pretty and shy girl approached him to ask if he wanted to spend the night together, he got a little confused when he saw you handing him the room card. He knew that you knew about his small encounters with his fans, because you were the one who always ended up fixing all the problems that arose later. But it had been a while since he stopped doing that, mainly because now he had you and he didn't want to betray you in any way, even though they weren't even together. His hand and your photos had been enough for some time but lately Izuku felt like he needed more.

And now, for reasons of the universe, the hotel where they were staying had only one double room that they would have to share. It could be better?

When that girl took him to the elevator, they stopped at a random floor and he explained that he wasn't interested in her. He even returned the pretty panties she had given him in a gift bag.

That girl seemed sad, even a little upset but she went back to her room with her friends. Izuku for his part, went to the room to leave his things and go looking for you. He knew there wouldn't be any rooms available and he knew you wouldn't risk going out so late at night, so he was relieved to see you at the front desk in front of your computer.

Returning to the present.

Izuku continued to pump his cock as he listened to you moan his name like it was some kind of mantra. He loved it. You were driving him crazy.

"Ugh" you complained. Your hand was not enough.

Izuku felt a bit bold and decided to speak ignoring the possibility that things between you two might not be the same again.

"Do you need a little help, bunny?" He asked.

You froze in place. Izuku had discovered you? You noticed that you had no longer held back your moans due to the intense pleasure that consumed you.

"Bunny?" He tried again.

fuck it You needed it.

"Yes, please" you murmured.

In a second, you felt the bed move a bit and Izuku was on top of you. His intense eyes looked at you with hunger willing to make you feel good.

You lifted your hands to his cheeks and raised your head to capture his lips. Izuku accepted it immediately.

You couldn't think about your actions, not when you desperately need to relieve your arousal. For a second, you even thought it was a dream.

It was a rough and needy kiss but Izuku tried to do it a little more gently to lengthen the moment. he didn't want to wake up the next day and have you think this was a one night stand. No. He wanted to make it clear to you that he loved you much more than that.

He put a hand under your waist and turned them so that you were sitting on his waist. You looked down at him for a moment while you controlled his breathing.

"You are so beautiful" Izuku spoke in a whisper "can I touch you?"

You nodded. It was all you needed.

Izuku made himself comfortable by sitting against the headboard and bringing his hands to your waist. His calloused fingers ran over your soft, warm skin very carefully. For one of the strongest and most powerful men in the world, it was surprising how soft he was.

Slowly he raised your little tank top until it was removed from your body. There was nothing below and for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight of you. You almost get embarrassed but he didn't give you enough time because Izuku grabbed your waist again with force and leaned forward to put one of your tits in his mouth. You gasped as your back arched and your hands went to his hair.

That felt so good. You needed more from Izuku. Much more.

He did the same on both sides, licking and sucking on your nipples as if he were a hungry man. When he finished, he began to leave a trail of kisses and marks from your chest to your neck, passing through your shoulders and up your beautiful face to end on your lips.

You moved your hips and finally realized how hard Izuku was. You didn't think much of it when you reached your hands to the hem of Izuku's shirt to lift it up. You broke away from him gasping and he helped you remove the garment.

It was your turn to admire it from your place. It was beautiful. Izuku blushed a little embarrassed, thinking that maybe you would find it unpleasant to see all the scars that adorned his body. But it was not the case.

You bit your lower lip gently and took your fingers to his chest to trace one of the scars. Izuku sighed at the action. Your fingers were soft and gentle and he liked that.

You leaned in as you took his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. Izuku put his hands on your hips and his kiss began to deepen more and more.

Both had the urge to feel each other's body more and more. They parted after a moment with ragged breaths. But you quickly leaned in to kiss Izuku's neck and he couldn't help but moan when you got to that sweet spot that was driving him crazy. You started to go lower and lower and when he realized what you were going to do, he stopped you while he panted. It took a lot of courage for him not to give in to his pleasure.

"Wait" he murmured "tonight... I wish you would ride me" his cheeks were bright red "I want to feel you squeeze me"

You agreed. You would do anything to make him feel good.

The rest of both of their clothes disappeared in a second and you placed yourself on top of Izuku's cock. You gently took it in your hand and rubbed it against your wet cunt. They both groaned. Izuku squeezed your hips hard, silently asking you to end his suffering.

"Please, bunny," he stammered, "please, I need you so bad."

Seeing him below you and also hearing him beg made you reach your limit. You placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and began to slowly lower yourself. They both gasped as they tried to get used to the sensation.

Izuku was breathing heavily, probably trying with all his might not to cum right then. Your soft walls were so warm and hugged him so tightly he was about to lose his mind. He leaned forward to suck on your nipple.

You still couldn't get used to the size of him. Izuku had a really big cock and he was stretching you in a way you didn't know was possible. There was pain and pleasure combined that made your eyes sting from the tears that trickled down your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you started moving your hips. Izuku pressed his fingers more on your skin but he didn't stop licking and sucking on your nipple.

"That's it bunny" Izuku spoke as he pulled away "you feel so good. You are so beautiful"

You couldn't think. The compliments were going through your head.

You brought a hand to your clit to rub it but Izuku removed your hand and they both looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let me do it" he asked "let me make you feel good"

You couldn't talk. Izuku's cock inside you was making a complete fool of you. You just nodded.

Izuku stuck two fingers inside your mouth that you filled with drool and licked like it was a delicious candy. As Izuku pulled his fingers from him, he brought them to your already sensitive clit to rub.

Your mind went blank. You could only feel the pleasure that Izuku was granting you at that moment and that was it.

Izuku kept telling you how well you were doing as he began to set the pace himself. With his great strength, you were probably lighter than a feather. You were like a rag doll to him and you just wanted him to use you however he wanted.

"Izu..." you gasped "please... I want you to cum inside me"

The very thought made Izuku almost come on the spot but he tried to hold on a little longer.

"Are you sure?" he asked you.

"Yes, yes please. I need it so much"

The pounding of skin against skin echoed throughout the room along with their gasps and moans. They were both close but Izuku wasn't going to cum until you did.

"I'm going to…"

"Yes, bunny. Cum on my dick. You make a mess"

And that you did. A loud moan escaped your lips but Izuku didn't stop his thrusts and he didn't stop screaming at your clit, causing you to be overstimulated.

"Bunny" Izuku groaned "I'm close too. Please tell me that you really want me to cum inside you."

Your walls tightened around his cock.

"Please Izuku. I want your sperm inside me" you managed to say when you started to come down from your cloud "I want it to slip between my legs even tomorrow so that the whole world can see who I belong to"

Your words drove him completely crazy and the mere image of you, with his own semen dripping from your beautiful legs made him cum instantly.

They both breathed heavily. You flopped onto Izuku's chest as he caressed your back. They were both sweaty and sticky but that didn't matter right now.

"Come on bunny" Izuku spoke softly "let me clean up this mess a bit"

You nodded, but your eyes were closed and you had no strength to move. Izuku was warm and you didn't want to be separated from him.

He smiled when he realized it and continued leaving soft caresses on your back. In the end you woke up while letting out a deep sigh and fell on the bed.

Izuku stood up to put on his underwear and ran to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel to clean you up a bit. Immediately he took a bottle of water that was on the glass table and asked you to drink a little.

It seemed like a dream and you never wanted it to end. Izuku helped you put on his shirt so you could cover yourself up a bit and then he arranged the covers over your body. Immediately he settled on his side of the bed and looked at the ceiling for a moment before speaking.

“Can I… can I snuggle with you?” He asked you. His cheeks felt hot with embarrassment.

You let out a laugh and it was you who approached him to lie on his chest. Izuku sighed in relief and hugged you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Just so you know… I love my fans but I love you much more”

"I love you very much too, Izu"

He smiled. They were the only words he needed to hear.

I'm not really sure what this is but I'm practicing my smut writing a bit. I hope you liked it even a little <3