#bonus getting scolded by professor

[another-art-studentt]

7/15/23

I reorganized my room and there are finally some corners that give some aesthetic vibes. My goal for the rest of the summer is to be well prepared for the next school year in terms of time management and academically (or rather, musically). Today I successfully got up early and had a good practice session, but I could have practiced more had I prepared food in advance.

[061306]

␥ list of things i’ve successfully manifested !

i discovered manifestation and the law around early 2022 and here's what i have manifested since then! this might not be much but this is to remind me that i am capable of anything and everything!

𖥻 1. clearer skin

i used to have a terrible breakout on the right side of my face + oily skin. now my skin is much better and less oily! i do not have acne anymore.

𖥻 2. weight loss ( 14 kgs )

i went from 69 kgs to 55 kgs in around two months with minimal exercise ( walking ) & a simple diet.

𖥻 3. height increase ( 11cm )

i used to be 150cm but not anymore lol. i got better proportions too!

𖥻 4. text messages & instant replies from people.

i also manifested message from a friend i was no longer in contact with.

𖥻 5. passing exams i thought i was going to fail

accountancy was my weakest subject but i manifested passing several tests and exams. i also manifested getting better in it!

𖥻 6. getting above average % board exams

board examinations are a big deal in my country and i, unfortunately, ended in a stream i was not interested in. i manifested getting ~80% in them despite getting way lesser in school examinations.

𖥻 7. food

one single thought turned into an assumption and i am having whatever i want for dinner!

𖥻 8. storage of my phone increasing

i only have 32gb of storage in my phone lol. so sometimes i have to clear app caches to make space, but not anymore.

𖥻 9. love confession

i simply wanted a love confession and i got it. as easy as it gets.

𖥻 10. an increament in my mom’s salary & money for myself

my mom really wanted an increament and i manifested it! she got increament of 5.5k! also manifested a bonus for her. + got gift money from my parents and relatives!

𖥻 11. letting go of & detaching from several people

i used to be attached some people that hurt me but not anymore. i have let go of them and it feels so much better.

𖥻 12. books & manga ( jjk )

my mom is not the type to let me spend money on buying books ( for leisure reading ), much less a comic book. but i manifested her allowing me to buy 4 books + 1 manga volume! she even paid for them.

𖥻 13. delaying the start of my college, teachers & professors taking leaves, not getting scolded for submitting assignments late

my college was supposed to start from early june but i manifested a delay and it started from mid-july. i have manifested both school teachers and college professors taking leaves on my desired days.

𖥻 14. nice aura + compliments

i have a magnetic aura, people feel comfort around me and i get so many compliments about literally everything i do!

𖥻 15. quick deliveries of my orders

🤭🤭🤭

𖥻 16. winning an elocution competition

i was really worried because i only found about it a day before and some other contestants had been trained by their professors. i was full of nerves but still won the first rank! the judges said my content was unique and everything i did was perfect.

𖥻 17. kitten type beauty

manifested myself big upturned eyes with pretty lashes & a v-shaped face with smooth skin!

𖥻 18. cats loving me

call me a cat whisperer the way cats love me! i can easily befriend any cat!!! ˃ᴗ˂

𖥻 19. desired skincare products for cheap

i really wanted vitamin c serum and face cleanser and sometime later i saw an ad with an offer to get both for 1 rupee! crazy right?

𖥻 20. entering the void on several occasions.

i have entered the void several times albeit unaware. recently i've started becoming aware before snapping out of it!

masterlist. | notes – i've also manifested getting a merch of my bias. i got it from my best friend as gift but i didn't add it on the list because i didn't want break the perfect 20. also this list is as on 04 DEC 2023.

[yuusishi]

Hi hii !! :3 May I request Ace, Deuce, and Idia hcs with an s/o that has a lot pf pillows on their bed? Like 12 pillows and one really soft comfortable blanket?

Bonus if their bed is an absolute mess 🫶🫶

. . . CLOUDS IN THE DORM !!

pairings : Ace Trappola , Deuce Spade , Idia Shroud x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff , can be read as platonic

cws/tws : none

a/n : I HATE TUMBLR QUEUE

Ace Trappola !!

He sneaks out/finds excuses to go to your dorm often to a. spend time with you and b. your bed.

Aren't you supposed to also be a broke college student like him? How can you afford so much high quality bedding and pillows?

Hell, he even thinks that your pillows might even be the same quality of those in Pomefiore, specifically Vil's.

Whenever he comes by your dorm he'd greet you then immediately run to your room and crash on your bed, especially after a long day like exams or Professor Trein's tests.

Your bed is messy enough from you not wanting to fix it just yet and Ace is there to mess it up even further. Not tossing pillows type of messy, but somehow the pillows that were originally below the headboard ended up either on the floor or on the foot of the bed.

Which leads to you either putting the pillows back yourself or scolding Ace to do it himself. 50% chance that he'd do the latter though.

He likes that your bed smells like you, not in the creepy way, but after a while he thinks of you as a person he'd like to have around him for the rest of his life so naturally he finds your scent comforting in a way.

He has like 12 pillows surrounding him the entire time he's laying there.

Most of the time when he and the other first years hang out in your dorm, all of you stay in your room since 2 out of 5 of them are laying on the bed without a care in the world (aka Ace and probably Epel).

Deuce Spade !!

A slightly more respectful version of the Ace portion, still crashes in your dorm after a long day, though. At least he bothers to remove his shoes before entering the dorm.

Honestly Deuce won't immediately just body slam himself into the bed, even when both of you have gotten really close already.

He'd calmly sit down first then just crawl into the bed, maybe even put on the blanket if he feels like it.

The type to hug one of your pillows because of how soft it is, he kinda looks like he's suffocating it in his sleep though...

I feel like he'd still end up messing up the bed in the times he falls asleep (which is often) because he gives off the energy of someone who'd move around a lot in his sleep.

Evil warm pillow enjoyer, the warmer your pillows the eepier he gets.

If the first years are over, he'd just sit on the floor then lean on the side of the bed, occasionally he either sits on one of your pillows or unconsciously holding one.

Idia Shroud !!

Oh my god he's in heaven.

His routine (after class) is usually just "play games, sleep on bed", his bed is a 7/10 at best. Pillows are average, the saving grace is that hanging phone holder he has placed on his headboard.

But sometimes he comes by your dorm to hang out and play games, most of the time in your room to sit with you on your heaven-sent bed with the softest bedding and comfiest pillows he's ever felt.

Sometimes he falls asleep because of how comfortable he is there and gets embarrassed when he wakes up laying down with the blanket on and 3 pillows surrounding his sides.

When those situations happen he doesn't know if he should get up and apologize for falling asleep or stay there and just enjoy the moment.

He doesn't really mind the messy bed actually considering his own room is pretty much a mess as well. But sometimes he'd help you fix up your bed to just do something nice.

[insphoeration]

No because I can’t stop thinking of enemies to friends to lovers with mattheo with a heaping side of grumpy x sunshine and mattheo has this bad boy reputation and you always get made fun of for not acting like a slytherin and after you’re paired together for astronomy or something you guys get closer and start to fall for each other and you start to get closer to his group of friends and Draco says something snarky to you and mattheo immediately becomes protective and his friends are all like okkkkkkk and then a year or so after you guys are brewing ammortentia in potions (of course) and mattheo is fooling around and as punishment he gets to tell the whole class what the ammortentia smells like so him and he smells it and says “air” and everyone thinks he’s joking and so the potions professor scolds him and tells him to try and take things more seriously and he leans forward again and smells the potion and just when the professor thinks he’s had a breakthrough mattheo lifts his head and smirks and says “air. And flowers.” And everyone laughs because he’s taking the piss out of the teacher and it’s the most vague answer he could have given and the professor rolls their eyes and gives him detention

And after his detention, the group is sitting around the common room trying to get mattheo to tell them what he smelled except for you because he wasn’t telling anyone for a reason and even though you hoped it was you, you also didn’t want to know so you could save yourself the heartbreak if it wasn’t you

And you bid everyone a good night and after you go up Pansy calls it a night soon after

“come on Pans, don’t you want to know what teo smelled, even just a little?” Draco called after her but she shook her head with a smirk

“ I already know what he smelled, we all do, he told us earlier.” She said smugly

“He was taking the piss Pans! You don’t really believe he was telling the truth do you?” Blaise scoffs.

“I believe him when he said he smelled air and flowers.” Pansy turned back to her friends and crossed her arms. “But I think when he said he smelled air he meant the scent of the air after it rained,”

Mattheo smiled to himself as he pictured the two of you running in the rain together, caught in a storm, trying to seek shelter. Or any of the times you dragged your friends out of the common room outside after it rained only to take a deep breath through your nose and smile to yourself enjoying the smell after the rain.

“And I think when he said he smelled flowers I think he meant he smelled Moroccan rose body wash and floral perfume.” She grinned

Mattheo chuckled and stood up from his seat.

“She’s right.” And in the chaos of his friends losing it that he finally admitted he had feelings for you, he walked himself upstairs smiling at the thought of you

Bonus: Theo starts flirting with you to try and push mattheo to make a move because mattheo keeps denying his feelings for you despite being soft for you and no one else - after mattheo says “she’s right” he looks at Theo and adds, “so you can stop stop.” With a look that says you’re my brother and I love you but please leave the girl I love alone or we’re going to have problems

[moonsaver]

Brain rot? << I've been thinking about how Dr. Ratio's classes only have a pass rate of 3% yet he's an extremely popular professor. Do you think it's just students simping for him, or masochism, or arrogance, or maybe even failing his class looks good on the ol' CV? He wears the bust when he teaches so it's not like you get to actually look at him. What a strange sort of famous he is to have all these students lining up hoping to get stepped on by him. No wonder he's so grumpy all the time. No one actually cares about the material

You know what, this is funny. I usually don't like the "simps because masochists" jokes for most characters like him, but this is kind of funny.

Dr ratio's practically tearing out his hair because his students are all stupidly sloppy over their work and all they want to do is simp over him, and he is so done the moment he realizes it, which is fairly quickly. It's probably even worse if some of his students are actually very smart, but just because he's hot enough, they act like complete buffoons in front of him. You can imagine how much of a thorough dressing down they get from him, although at that point the words that may come out of his mouth may be so degrading to the point they're not even enjoyable to most of the masochistic students.

I imagine some of them are only "averagely" masochistic, [whatever that could mean. You know if someone's masochistic theyre not exactly average.] And would be the ones who drop out of his classes fairly quickly after joining. I think some of them would even make assumptions that its just like a fair scolding you would get from any other strict professor out there, but dr ratio is especially uptight, which probably lessens the attraction, i guess? But the ones who stay are the truly insane masochistic ones. I imagine theyre a bit perverted too, which dr ratio would loathe. Anyways, it's not like dr ratio won't take action himself if his students just refuse to behave and straighten up.

However.. if given the chance, maybe I would also kind of do the same. Except, i mean, having a hot professor would be more of like a bonus lol. Im more interested in his course. Are you?

[nkn0va]

Hey, chef anon here. I was rereading the househusband ask and got an idea from Kokonoe purring. What are some other catlike behaviors Kokonoe exhibits? Maybe going "pspspsps" gets her attention. Maybe she enjoys petting or getting her hair brushed or maybe even that thing people do where they just slap their cats.

God damn it, chef, I have other asks I need to do and then you drop this shit in my inbox now I have to do it.

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-As much as Kokonoe vehemently denies it (and she'd probably kill anyone if they ever find out), she has her fair share of catlike tendencies despite being only half-beastkin

-For one, the ever encompassing pspspsps is a good way to get Kokonoe's attention. Her cat ears stand up and her head immediately snaps over to the source, only to see you quietly laughing to yourself. She grumbles in annoyance and goes back to her work. Give it another 20 minutes and it'll work again. Much like the Kaka Clan also hailing from Jubei, she has quite the short attention span despite her genius intellect.

-Brushing her hair is one the easiest ways to get her to relax, especially when you're trying to get her to sleep for a damn change. Whether with an actual brush or just running your fingers through her hair it makes it harder for her to think before she eventually stops and gives in.

-Bonus points if you start scratching behind her ears too. She instantly goes red in the face as she starts involuntarily purring. If you dare do that in public you're getting your hand slapped away immediately and a scolding remark from her. She still has an image to maintain.

-Only makes it all the more satisfying when you're in private with her again and she puts her head under your hand like an animal does when they want attention and demands you scratch her ears.

-Silvervine has very little effect on Kokonoe anymore, having it basically in her body at all times. Other forms of catnip though is a different story. Swap out her silvervine candy for another kind as a prank and watch chaos unfold.

-She won't get full on hallucinations since she's only half-beastkin but she'll basically be drugged out. Hyperactivity only surpassed by the likes of Taokaka herself and unable to focus on any work she's doing. If there is a tall thing standing on a table or desk, that shit is getting knocked over with no thoughts, even if it was extremely important, a dramatically increased appetite, and if you happen to be in the vicinity, she will give in to her animalistic urges and pounce on you. She won't actually hurt you but you're not getting up for a pretty long while as she nuzzles her head against your chest furiously and purrs like an engine.

-When the catnip wears off and she wakes up Kokonoe realizes what happens and you're getting the verbal beatdown of your life. She'll probably threaten to scratch your eyes out or something and it would be scary if you weren't her husband, you know she wouldn't do that. You just seem to disarm her in a way no one else does, it simultaneously gives the professor that warm, lovey feeling and frustrates her to no end.

-It's not to as big of an extent as normal cats, but Kokonoe also hates cucumbers. Of course you're not so cruel as to sneak one into her food, but when she's not looking you'll sneak one on a table behind her so she'll jump back when she turns around and catches the unpleasant scent. She does have a more sensitive sense of smell than a normal person.

-If you're around she'll shoot a sharp insult your way. If not, she'll mutter angrily under her breath as moves to throw it away.

-Of course there's everyone's favorite, the laser pointer. You at least have the decency to not pull it out in the lab and risk her destroying important work stuff but at home there is no mercy. Pull it out when she's not looking and those urges will surface. She'll run around trying to stomp on the dot, if it goes to the wall she'll scratch at it like mad, so if you're a fan of the couches or the TV, don't put the dot there.

-It'll take her a while to notice what's going on, at least until your laughter gives it away. She'll hear it and snap out of it, angrily cussing you out as she storms off to your shared bedroom.

-She acts mad in the moment, and probably is, at least until it's time for bed and you get in with her as she's sulking. She threatens to scratch you if you get close to her until you spoon her small body and start running your fingers through her hair and she reluctantly and begrudgingly relaxes into it.

-If there's one thing you've learned about Kokonoe in your relationship together, even before you married, it's that she's the queen of mixed signals. Appropriate, given her heritage. No matter how mad she acts, for whatever reason she just can't find it in herself to stay mad at you.

[celabi]

Imagine if Reader is a crackhead that Scaramouche falls in love with.

Like just imagine Reader being known as the school's crackhead, doing dangerous stuff that could protenially get them into a hospital like snorting ranch and doing dangerous antics while having the same phrase as "My pussy is aching", "Suck my big fat ballsack" etc.

This leads to reader getting bullied because they don't know when to shut up, teacher pets reporting reader to the principal and everyone is surprised you aren't expelled yet but that's only because the principal feels pity for you.

Bonus points if Reader is a degenerate like Scaramouche and reader family is really creepy around visitors.

Sorry if this is too much but my head is cloudy and I can't think properly at the moment.

—💀 anon

💀 bro cannot catch a break. As he stares at you attempting to climb a tree with no shoes on, he’s standing at the bottom and ready to catch you in his arms like Prince Charming— debating whether he should cheer you on, or scold you for being so damn reckless.

He just follows you around like a guard dog when you do reckless shit, glaring at anyone who laughs and arguing with a teacher when you get in trouble. “It wasn’t her fault she tripped and knocked over the elderly geometry professor and spilled water all over his paperwork… huh? why was she hopping on one leg…? I don’t know, she probably had a cramp and was trying to rid of it!”

When you say some dumb shit like “suck my dick.” He physically cringes and looks at you like you grew a second head, wondering what on earth made you say that when you have no male reproductive systems. 🙁

[twistedtalking]

🤩 anon here.

May I request an interaction with Mayuu and the light magic trio (silver kalim and rook)? Or just Mayuus rhoughts on them is good as well! Nicw to hear Mayuu likes my compliments. She really is a hero huh?

I see them. Oh how I long to be with them.

"Good afternoon, Asim."

His joyous greeting overwhelms me. So bright, like the sun. It burns. He waves goodbye and continues on with his day.

Yet I stay rooted in my spot. I urge myself to move, but my feet were glued to the floor. I have to go, I still have work to do.

I cannot break. Not now.

I am not sure when I entered the bathroom. Nor do I know how long I've been in here.

How long have I been here?

Jamil hasn't overblotted yet, so winter break hasn't started yet. It's probably been 6 months. Mom and dad must be so worried.

I wanna go home.

But I can't. I have to save them. It is my duty.

I want to play. I want to run around. I want to be odd and goofy and laugh all the time. I want to complain about school and worry about homework. I don't want to make plans until past midnight. I don't want to train until my legs hurt just so I could walk all the way back to scarabia. I don't want to juggle school with an enormous amount of part-time jobs. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't wanna lead. I don't wanna be strict.

I'm just a child.

Why does he get to do all this? Why does he get to play and laugh and joke around? Why does he have to be so carefree!?

We know better than most that his life is not good as it seems! That he is often betrayed! We've never been betrayed. Not once. Be grateful.

I know. I don't hate him. Not even a bit. On the contrary, I think we'd make good friends. Maybe, in another life.

But I just miss me. And he reminds me so much of her.

We did use to kin him. Yeah, we did.

My ears perked up. I hear Ace calling for me. Suddenly, I remember professor Trein's homework. Or at least, I remembered it was due today. I'm gonna get a scolding. For some odd reason, a little chortle came out of my throat. How nice. Wiping the tears in my eyes, I get ready to meet Ace. To meet this day.

Bonus:

Somehow, my mind kept drifting back to Kalim and what could've been. I'm sorry Professor Trein. I dream about what we could be doing together. Probably singing in the light music club. In that other world, I'd definitely join it. Maybe he'd teach me to add sugarcubes in tea. And maybe I'd teach him to add coffee to his rice. Maybe we'd be laughing right now, while onlookers look on in horror.

Maybe, in another life.

How to get Rook in our team? A problem I've been trying to solve for the past few days. I definitely need his expertise.

Should I just unofficially appoint him <read: not tell him he's in the team and just drag him around "accidentally">, like I did with Trey? No. Can't do that. I need him on the spying division.

Maybe I could send photos of Leona to him? Nope. He probably has way too many of those. Probably better quality too. Anyways, How would I even get my hands on those?

Let him pet Jack's ears? No! Absolutely not! I won't let anyone harass any of my team members!

Maybe permission to hug me at any and all times? Nah. No one would want that. Except me. Maybe Kalim.

Poetry competition where loser gets a wish? Did you just combine a manga oneshot and a Rook fanfic, both of which you haven't read in years? Seriously, Mayo?

Should I court him with a ballad as he watches out of his window? That's just a Rook fanfic again, Mayo. Well, to be fair, it was Rook doing the courting.

Maybe I should just kiss Riddle. And how would that help!? Yep, we're way too tired to think. Let's take a walk.

Don't we need to feed Grim though?

He'll eat the grass while we walk.

You're horrible.

I'm you, idiot.

I'm not an idiot.

-And Mayuu proceeds to forget about Rook for almost a month-

"Silver? I'm quite close with his father. And I think Silver is a good person. He defends people. And he doesn't think bad of others easily. I like him. Very much so. Enough to try avoiding Malleus's overblot instead of speeding it up. I don't want the baby to cry."

An excerpt from "The life of Mayuu: The interview"

[jamethinks]

Phone broke so we have to go to town to get it fixed hehe. More importantly Martha and Henry headcanons bc they're my favorite ship

Henry did get married as we saw but he did eventually grow to love his wife but more as a best friend if anything. They had five daughters together and the youngest is barely out of high school. They all (with the exception of the youngest) got married, moved overseas and had kids. They all attended Eden and very imperial scholars of course. The youngest is being cared for by the oldest. The second oldest passed as a child (as most kids born in the 30s did) and then the mom passed shortly after the youngest was born (late stage cancer).

Henry loves his family and cherished his wife. They had good relationship even if it wasn't a very romantic one. He I'd also very close with his daughters and granddaughters and corresponds with them regularly.

Martha on the other hand had a bit of a rougher time. After the war she got married to a commissioned officer and she genuinely loved him and was able to move on from Henry. During WW2 he went to war while stayed in Ostonia to work for the Blackbells as part of their elite security team. Unfortunately, he did end up dying and she gave up oh love after that. She continued to work for the Blackbells, specifically with Becky's dad who had grown very attached to her.

Technically her actual job is as his personal bodyguard but he also has her looking out for Becky. Martha actually planned on retiring before Becky but after her parents got divorced and Becky's mom left she decided to stay and help. She never had kids or her own but she does support her relatives even helping one get into Eden.

Henry started hanging by the school gates in order to catch a glimpse of Martha when she would pick up Becky, and awkwardly try to strike up a conversation. He was eventually able to get her number and then called her every night just to say good night. Martha can tell he's trying to start something but she's choosing to ignore him and trade him. She constantly refers to him as her former professor teasing him for calling her his student. Even when he's a bit more direct with his flirts she responds very curtly and even scoldsfor being inappropriate.

Bonus: Martha didn't realise how thought she was dead or that Henderson never found out she lived. So one day while taking papa Blackbell to school she ran into him and greeted him so casually. Henry went pale and fainted immediately because was fully convinced he saw a ghost. His wife the scolded him because she did tell him he just ignored her.

Bonus: Henry is constantly trying to hint his that his wife died 15 years ago and he's completely available but she keeps ignoring him. And all his daughters (sans the eldest) love Martha and are Aldo desperately trying to hook them up.

Used the swipes feature on my keyboard to type this so tomorrow I will have to check for typos hehe. Good night.

[minheelovelee]

been lingering in tumblr for epex content and so glad to find you<3 thank you for writing!

was wondering what would epex be as hogwarts students and their houses 🐣

thank you for requesting, sweetheart!!! i haven't been consistent with my posting, but i'm hoping to push out a lot of content this summer. yay!!! feeding the small community of epex ff readers heheh.

epex and their hogwarts houses

my first post in 300 years im so sorry <3

Gryffindor

amin: lonely, lovely minwoo has no other gryffindor friends :( kidding. he's kind of a social butterfly. he is so popular among the other 5th year students. even some 7th year girls have taken notice of him. everyone in his family has belonged to house gryffindor, he was so proud to follow that legacy. he is so interested in muggles! he spends his afternoons leading the muggle arts club and telling donghyun what to do. he's taken quite a liking to the hufflepuff and they're rarely seen without each other these days! bonus: his patronus is a sparrow.

Slytherin

wish: dawit is a natural born leader. he followed the path of his parents, earning a spot in house slytherin. he had an ongoing public rivalry with his older sister in house hufflepuff. after she graduated, he was left to find an identity not related to his family. he earned a spot on the quidditch team and made quite a name for himself. now that he's a 7th year, he's a bit upset to be inevitably leaving his team. bonus: his patronus is an aardvark. he was irate when he discovered this.

mu: this friend was not expecting to find himself dressed in green. he always thought yellow was more of his color. for 3 years, kyungmin questioned how this could possibly be his house placement. during 3rd year, he was able to connect with professors and share his doubts. they taught him what it meant to belong to house slytherin. now in his 5th year at hogwarts, kyungmin couldn't be happier with his situation. dawit is his bestie and they love going to hogsmeade together! bonus: his patronus is a basset hound.

baekseung: there isn't a more slytherin-y slitherin to exist. 4th year hyunwoo prefers to keep to himself. when he is seen with someone, it's usually jeff, dawit, yewang, or minwoo. keeping his circle small is hard work. everyone he comes across wants to be his friend. he has spent the past 3 years creating his cool reputation. everyone is eager to see who he will take to the dance next semester. bonus: his patronus is a beagle. he tells everyone he hates it but he love love loves it.

jeff: every short girl has to have a tall best friend. that's what hyunwoo is to jaeho. these two 4th year kids complement each other so well. this term is jaeho's sister's first year at hogwarts. he's spent countless hours making sure his little sister meets the right people, goes to the right places, and has what she needs. such a good big brother :). jaeho got the opportunity to join the frog choir this year. he LOVES it. he also loves getting to taunt hyunwoo with frogs. bonus: his patronus is a manx cat.

Hufflepuff

keum: you definitely have a mutual friend with donghyun. he is such a social butterfly. he's friends with all of the other hufflepuffs and friendly enough with kids in other houses. his time in house hufflepuff didn't start out so smoothly. everyone in donghyun's family has been sorted into house gryffindor. at first, he was resentful for being a hufflepuff. over time, he was able to create his own meaning for being sorted into houses. now a 6th year, donghyun is super happy to be where he is. he has lots of friends in gryffindor, like minwoo! he even joined his muggle arts club as the secretary. bonus: his patronus is a tigress.

Ravenclaw

ayden: 4th year's class clown. yejun always has something smart to say, and people love him for it. he and yewang are constantly playing pranks. older ravenclaw students are constantly scolding them. they're always surprised to see the frog in their slipper the next morning. he's on the quidditch team with some of the other boys. it's helped him stay out of trouble this year. yejun is the kid who you always run into in the halls. it's like he's in two places at once. this year, his sister has started to crack down on his antics. she's graduating this year and is worried what yejun will act like when she's gone. yejun wants to set her up with dawit to get her off his back. bonus: his patronus is a hedgehog.

yewang: 4th year's second class clown. he and yejun are two peas from the same pod. they share their love for mischief, flying, and attention. yewang and yejun's dynamic has changed a bit their term. the girls are starting to take notice to yewang. when did he get to be so tall? you can typically find him in the library with a different girl looking for his attention each week. his parents have started to take notice of his report cards. they're looking for higher marks at the end of the semester. yewang has struggled to balance relationships, studying, sports, and fun. it's hard being 15. bonus: his patronus is an eagle.

[majokothesmol]

Before Pokemon Scarlet and Violet came out but after the trailers, I made a little fanon that the professor of my region (Professor Olive Leif) was the brother of Brassius because he used a smoliv and I had the hilarious idea that this silly man only takes his entire family to visit his brother as frequently as he does because he loves his smoliv. (His wife, Dimitri Leif, the grass type gymleader, says he can't take any home because they could be invasive.)

But now Mr. Hassel and Brassius are a thing, so I came up with something additionally hilarious.

You see, Dimitri and Olive have a daughter named Lavender who's always been a little snarky and kinda gothic so now she gets the bonus of having gotten her "Gay Gothic artist" vibe from Brassius. He is her cool uncle. This was unintentional.

So the idea is that on one of those visits, Lavender tags along with Cool Gay Gothic Artist Uncle Brassius to go visit his boyfriend Mr. Hassel to give a talk at his art class. After the talk, Brassius needs to go somewhere real fast and asks Hass Mr. Hassel to look after his teenage neice for a bit. Lavender and Mr. Hassel agree to this, and Brassius leaves. So Mr. Hassel does the Polite Adult Thing where he tries to make small talk with his boyfriend's neice. Lavender is having none of it because as far as she's concerned, he's her uncle's dorky boyfriend pal. Eventually it comes to this:

Mr. Hassel: "So, your uncle said you like art. Do you have any questions for me?"

Lavender: "Not really. I understood everything from the lecture."

Mr. Hassel: "I meant questions about me."

Lavender, a little tired of Mr. Hassel becoming his name (heheheh) decides to pull a little mischief.

Lavender: "Suppose I do have one question, then."

Lavender: "Mr. Hassel, why does Brassius call you babygirl?"

Mr. Hassel: "How about we stop talking for a bit."

Of course, Brassius does come back later, hears all about it, scolds his snarky niece, and tells his brother about it. Olive tries very hard not to laugh while Dimitri tells Lavender she can't just say stuff like that to people.

[crdsnystories]

today was a story of hope, patience and trust. Last weekend, i am loaded with school works due to my preliminary exams plus im also a secretary in our organization. Today, monday supposedly was the submission of accreditation files and my prelim exam for a major subject. Yesterday i am filled with emotions, I've been over my laptop the whole day, busy scanning, editing and filling up all the forms for accreditation. I was planning on finishing them all because today was the deadline but due to some miscommunications and stressful events i didn't finish the files yesterday so i ended up breaking down and crying over my ate's side. Im telling pat that im so stressed and couldn't do this anymore. I was crying and laying down because im so tired and stressed. overwhelmed on what to do next. im scolded by my senior, kasi he was shocked by the total price na nagastos ko sa print. he told me that next before i make a move is to consult him muna. gaslighting myself was the only thing i did as i rest. my family was so eager to push me na magpahinga na muna, not me holding back my tears because i don't want to feel that thing anymore its reminding me of the trauma i had before. every move i make yesterday i feel like im going to end up dropping out again because of anxiety. But yesterday, pat messaged me that he will go here as i messaged him na "ayoko na, im tired. all i want is to cry." he was at his friend's bday but as soon as he came back from candelaria he headed right away here sa house. fast forward today. i woke up vv early para maabutan ko na ako ang kaunahan sa printing shop sa bayan but i ended up waiting for a long period of time & then my professor announced that our exam will be movex tomorrow so yay because wala pa akong review and all. going back, I had to think of another plan because pag iniintay ko sa iisang printing shop matatagalan ako lalo (i need to xerox all the printed files from yesterday para less magastos) so i messaged khaila and asked her if she is not busy kasi magpapasama ako. and yes she's not busy. so im with her we roam around quezon avenue just to look for a book binding shop and printing shop. afterwards, we went to sacre kasi dun daw yung may bookbind. yes we were naligaw kasi nalimutan nung senior ko kung san yung place imagine walking around merchan st. wearing a full white uniform in this heat. then we end up there para mag pa bookbind. dumating na yung asst. secretary namin, she helped us and stuff then we decided to split ways. she went back to school to ask the Office of Student Affairs kung pede tomorrow mag pasa ng accreditation files. thank You Lord they agreed na pede. afterwards khaila & i went home. rest a bit and yay for nanay for treating us mcdo. at 2pm we went back sa printing shop para kunin yung bookbind. All i did was to pray na sana tapos na lahat ng bookbind para madala ko na sa school lahat. thankfully, pagdating namin dun tapos na lahat & na dala ko na sa school. my senior was there & he was light no stress at all.

before going out the house all i felt was anxiety. gusto ko nalang wag tumuloy sa pag aasikaso kasi baka mamaya mapagalitan na naman ako. but no, today was a Jesus encounter. He made everything light and assured me that my stress will be gone away. So He sent me pat to be there because He knows that pat is my safe place, he even told me that he wanted to attend the mass too sadly we didn't make it because of the traffic but we still went there, another one is He sent me khaila & claire for they helped me get through this "pag-aasikaso ng red book day" The Lord helped me today, from waking me up until ending this day. He made sure that everything will be smooth sailing. we had a smooth talk with the osa, we had a smooth conversation with our organization's adviser & we had a smooth settlement with my senior. The Lord truly reminded me that the anxiety of my heart will be replaced with gratefulness of my soul. Bonus that my family will always be my back up. Nanay for the mcdo, ate tet for the gentle pat in the back that its not my fault and tatay for assuring me that everything i need is in that place.

forever grateful for these grace and life. i don't know if im giving back enough to Him. but I know that everything is possible because of Him.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Manga ch.4-9

So now that we’ve wrapped up the U6/U7 tournament, let’s go back to the manga and see Toyotaro’s version.  I don’t want to get too bogged down with this, so the idea here is to just highlight the differences from the anime. 

For openers, the tournament arena is very different, and I like this one a lot better.  The ancient Egyptian aesthetic seems a lot closer to Beerus and Champa’s style, and it just looks cooler than the anime version.  Most importantly, I’m glad Toyotaro skipped those giant portraits of Beerus and Champa.  Those looked ridiculous. 

For the most part, the manga sticks to the same plot as the anime, but Toyotaro leads off with a scene that sets up those big heavy training clothes Goku and Vegeta were wearing in Episode 28.  We see them sparring on Beerus’ planet, when Vegeta gets cornered and transforms, probably for the sake of introducing the form to any readers who hadn’t seen it in Resurrection F.  Goku cries foul, since they had agreed to fight in base form, so he transforms as well, and then he bites his tongue while trying to say the name “Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan.” 

Then Whis shows up and suggests “Super Saiyan Blue”, since it’s easier to say.  He scolds the boys for transforming at all, and then he makes them wear the heavy training clothes as punishment.

The story I had heard was that Toei and Shueisha had trademarked the name “Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan”, and so they continued to use it on official merchandise, long after “Super Saiyan Blue” caught on.  This manga chapter might be the first official acknowledgement of the shorter name.  Vegeta uses it in the anime while showing it off to Cabba, but I’m pretty sure that aired later. 

We also get a flashback to explain how and why Beerus and Champa exchange delicacies whenever they meet.  Long ago, they got into a fight over their birthday cake, and it got out of hand, so Whis and Vados had to restrain them.  Whis suggested they just settle their arguments with food instead of fists, and here we are. 

Here’s the scene where Bulma calls Tights.  Nothing too different here, although I think we get a better view of Professor Omori’s island.  There’s a second pair of shoes here, and a cigarette in the ash tray, and a magazine laying there in the same spot where Omori sat in Jaco chapter 1.  Is Toyotaro implying that Omori still lives here?  He’d be over 100 years old if he is.  Or maybe this is meant to be a reference, like Tights’ Jaco-based novel lying on her table. 

Moving on, for some reason Pilaf, Mai, and Shu are with the main cast as they travel from Universe 7 to the Planet With No Name.  I’m pretty sure this is their only appearance in the entire storyline, and we never find out how they got invited to this little shindig. 

Along the way, the gang plays a word game to pass the time. 

Nice shot of the U6 team, for what it’s worth.

For the pre-tournament exam, Toyotaro changes things up by having Majin Buu fail the test.  Remember, in the anime, he just fell asleep, so I’m pretty sure he just didn’t finish taking the test at all.  Goku also lets us know that he nearly got disqualified as well.  

The fights play out basically the same.  Toyotaro does include a bit where Krillin is relieved that Frost didn’t bust out the 2nd Form.  As a completionist, I appreciate this chance to see all of Frost’s forms represented. 

And volume 1 of the manga collection has a bonus comic revealing how King Kai recovered his planet after it was destroyed by Cell.  At some point, he summoned Moori from New Namek to use the Namekian Dragon Balls.  I’m not sure why Moori couldn’t just make the wish from New Namek, but oh well. 

I was going to ask how Moori made it up here, but he is the Kami of New Namek, just as Guru was the Kami of the original Namek, and back in the Saiyans Saga, we saw that Kami could travel back and forth between the living world and the otherworld.  So I guess that checks out.

Anyway, King Kai starts to consider making some improvements to his planet, but before he can make his wish, Goku shows up and tells Porunga to rebuild the planet just like it was before.  Apparently Goku’s worried that King Kai’s modifications would make it unsuitable as a training ground for Goku.  

The plot hole in all of this is that Poruna grants three wishes, and yet when Goku makes his, Moori packs up the inert Dragon Balls and takes his leave.  And maybe they had made two other wishes prior to this scene, but you’d think King Kai would have used them to wish himself and Bubbles back to life.  Also, if it’s this easy to get the Namekian Dragon up here to make wishes, then why doesn’t King Kai just do this again 130 days later?  He keeps complaining about how Goku forgets to resurrect him, but he doesn’t need Goku for that, does he?

And that’ll do for now.  I’ll be back with the next few chapters to close out this saga.

[fitrahgolden]

Something That Digs At Us: 4 - I'll hold and never scold

About an hour after he heard her come home, Anthony knocked on Kate’s door. In the couple of weeks since their first date, things had been… nice. They’d gone out a couple of times, sometimes with Newton, sometimes without, but mostly, they spent time in each other’s flats. Breakfast at his, a movie at hers. Lots of hand holding, cuddling, a respectable amount of making out and sleeping over. It was all very nice, truly. Anthony was learning to curb his propensity for grand gestures and while he hadn't tried to initiate sex again after that first night, he would be lying if he said it wasn't always in the back of his mind whenever he was with Kate. And often in the front of it, honestly. Particularly when they were in bed because, well, they were in bed together. And especially because Kate liked when Anthony slept on top of her, so he always did.

Kate opened the door, wearing white cutoff shorts and loose button up shirt. The top buttons were undone and it didn’t look like she was wearing anything underneath. Maybe she would let him confirm.

“Anthony, the awkwardness is supposed to be my job.”

“Fuck, sorry.”

She answered with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “Do you want to come in?”

“I do.”

She left the door open for him as she moved back into her living room, where an easel was set up against the window. He knew now to always engage all four of the locks on her door after he closed it. And she didn’t wait on him so she could double check anymore.

“What are you working on?” He asked as he stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her hips gently so he could turn her around. Their lips met and lingered for a few moments until she pulled back. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

He held her gaze for a moment before looking past her at the drawing. He smirked and Kate was already rolling her eyes before Anthony could say anything.

“It’s not you.” She almost sounded confident. Almost.

“Sure, it isn’t.”

“It doesn’t even look like you.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

“Like, it looks nothing like you.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say ‘nothing,’ but whatever you need to tell yourself, Kit.” It was a natural progression. Foxtail became Fox, which became Kit, the word for a baby fox. And sounded very similar to Kate. So much for not giving her a nickname yet, but it was perfect. Unfortunately, “Professor Death Blade” had undergone no such editing and once Simon found out Kate had taken to occasionally calling Anthony that, he’d promptly fell out of his chair cackling, and Anthony knew it would stick. Regardless of whether or not Kate would.

“Did you come by to have your ego stroked? I know I’ve seen a mirror in your flat, I’m sure of it. You could just use that.”

"No, that," he indicated his head towards drawing, "was an unexpected bonus. I wanted to invite you out for a drive."

"A drive? Where?"

"I need to make a trip to Farthing Downs in Coulsdon to prepare for a lecture. Thought it’d be nice if you'd join me. We could pack a picnic– I'll actually prepare it this time. How's Newton in the car?"

"Excellent. It's part of his training."

Anthony nodded and put his hands on his hips. "Good, good. So? You want to?"

Kate looked like she was considering it for a long moment before biting her lip and nodding. "Yeah, let's do it."

"Yeah? OK. Um, how much time do you need?"

"Maybe an hour?"

"OK. I'll go get ready. Just knock on my door when you're good to go."

Kate was mid-nod when Anthony bent down to kiss her goodbye. She moaned and Anthony answered with one of his own before leaving.

—

Anthony held Kate's hand almost the entire drive down to the park. A drive that was mostly silent and entirely lovely. Newton slept in the backseat while Anthony stole glances at Kate constantly while she looked out the window.

After they parked, Anthony grabbed his shoulder bag and the picnic basket while Kate collected her sketchbook and Newton's lead.

Anthony walked with a purpose down his chosen path and Kate and Newton followed suit.

"Do you come here a lot?" She asked from behind him as she looked around.

He smiled over his shoulder before he answered. "Yeah. It's a great site for observation. Not just the grasslands, but some of the woodland areas are thousands of years old. Beautiful."

Kate jogged a bit to walk alongside him. "I assume this is on the roster for excursions with your students."

"Indeed, it is."

"Are we eating in one of the ancient forests?"

Anthony laughed. "If you'd prefer. We'll certainly find more shade there. And it's where I want to take some pictures and notes."

"Perfect. Then we won't have to move."

"Have I tired you out already?"

"Don't you worry about my stamina."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "It's not a contest. You wouldn't want it to be, because I'm winning. Carrying a basket and a bag, no less. I wouldn't embarrass you by calling this a contest."

Kate smacked his shoulder with her sketchbook.

"Poor sportsmanship as well."

—

Kate watched as Anthony laid out a blanket so it was up against a couple of trees before sitting against one of them and unpacking their lunch.

"Hey, um…"

"What is it? You OK?"

Kate hadn't decided yet if she thought Anthony asked her if she was OK too often. She knew where it came from, obviously, but sometimes it bothered her. She'd had to deal with the same thing with her family after her anxiety increased in severity and she was diagnosed. If I want this to work, this is one of the things we'll need to work through. He needs to learn and I need to let him. And I really want this to work.

"I'm fine. Do you think it's alright to let Newton off his lead? I saw all the posted signs, but he doesn't run off and no one seems to be around."

"Oh, yeah, it's totally fine." Anthony answered with casual authority, which may have been warranted. He apparently had an in with every place a tree grew.

Kate unhooked the lead from Newton’s vest as Anthony finished laying out all their food, which included a separate meal for the dog. Newton happily tucked in as soon as Anthony laid it down in front of him.

Kate looked around the spread, deciding where to sit, when Anthony reached for her. She took his hand and sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him. "Is this alright?" The whisper in her ear made her shiver and she simply nodded for fear of what her voice would betray in that moment.

They ate and she asked Anthony to tell her more about the history of the park. After Newton finished eating Kate directed him to lie across her legs. Anthony tensed at that moment but quickly recovered and moved on. Kate immediately knew what that was. She'd been here before. Hanging out with a guy and he'd be surprised when she called for Newton in the middle of a conversation or in another seemingly non-triggering moment. Some guys were annoyed and weren't afraid to hide it. Some interpreted it as failing a test and became flustered. She tried her best to take her mother's advice to heart and not put Anthony in either one of those camps– in any camp at all– unless and until he proved he belonged there.

"Kit?"

Kate blinked out of her thoughts as Anthony regained her attention, rubbing up and down her upper arms. "Hmm?"

"Everything OK?"

"Everything's fine, Anthony." She immediately winced at how fast and sharp her answer was. She needed a break.

"Right, sorry. I'm gonna get up and get what I need for my lesson." He gently pressed his hands against her back, encouraging her to move forward so he could get up. She watched as he absently opened his bag and took out his camera, notepad, and magnifying glass. He shook his head to himself in a chastising way before he turned to walk away from their picnic without looking back. Kate twisted her mouth, but decided to just leave it alone. She did need a break.

Anthony moved around, diligently and carefully examining the plant life, taking pictures and jotting down notes. Kate alternated between watching him and sketching with her charcoal pencil. Eventually, she put her drawing supplies down and walked slowly toward Anthony. She didn't really know what he was doing and was afraid of interrupting. "Hey." It wasn't a whisper, but she spoke softly.

Anthony looked up from a leaf. "Have I properly bored you yet?" He didn't smile, but his tone was light.

"No, I like it here."

He smiled then. "Good. I am just about done, though." He rose from his crouched position and wrote a few more sentences before making a show of closing his notepad. "We can walk around some before we head back to the car. If you'd like."

Kate took some more steps until she was standing right in front of Anthony. "I'd like to head home. But do you promise to bring me back?" She pointed a finger into his chest and let it fall down his torso as she looked up at him. Anthony stared at her and nodded slowly, seemingly dazed.

She was planning on kissing him but she wasn't sure if he moved before she did. Either way, he'd dropped his notepad and his hands were on either side of her face, keeping her still as he commandeered her mouth with his. She gripped the sides of his shirt as he backed her up against one of the trees. Her hands slid all the way up until they were in his hair and he groaned when she grabbed two fistfuls. She felt him nudge her legs open with his knee and she desperately wanted to feel comfortable enough to lose herself here, to go as far as Anthony wanted to, out in the open. But here she was, already in her head about what was happening and where it was happening instead of being in the moment with him.

She didn’t realise he had moved his hands up inside of her shirt. She gasped and her hands fell from his hair. He stilled his hands and pulled back. Anthony rested his forehead on Kate’s while they caught their breaths.

"Fuck, Kit." He laughed before kissing the tip of her nose and backing away from her, trying and failing to be subtle about adjusting his pants as he turned to gather their things. Kate took a few more moments against the tree to collect herself, so she didn't notice Anthony had cleaned everything up and was approaching her with Newton on his lead. He held it out to her and smiled. "Shall we go?"

She nodded rapidly. "Yeah."

—

Kate surprised herself by falling asleep during the hour-long drive back. She felt Anthony rub her cheek with the back of his hand as he whispered, "Hey. We're home."

"Oh. Hey." She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes as she got her bearings. The sun was setting. Anthony got out and went around the car to open the door for her and then for Newton. He put his arm around Kate as Newton led them down the hall.

The all too familiar moment arose as they came to a stop between their doors. Sometimes, they both faltered. Other times, one of them took the initiative. This time, it was Anthony. "How about I make us dinner?"

Kate released a relieved breath and smiled up at him. "Yeah, that sounds nice. I’ll come by after I take care of Newton for the night."

—

After dinner, Kate won the fight to do the washing up for the first time. Anthony was tasked with picking a show for them to watch when she was done. While she was in the kitchen, Kate spent a lot of time mindful breathing, trying desperately to clear her head. If Anthony noticed, he thankfully did not show it. With one last deep breath, Kate rounded the corner and approached Anthony, who reached out for her. Instead of taking his hand and sitting down next to him, Kate grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh as she straddled him.

“Oh. Hi.” Anthony’s grin was wide as he placed his other hand on her other thigh.

“Hi.” Kate looked into Anthony’s eyes to help ground her so she wouldn’t throw herself off course.

“What can I do for you?” The question wasn’t flirty, really, not judging by the way he looked at her. It was soft and earnest and understanding. And, at the moment, it was better than, “Are you OK?”

"I need… I need you to make this easy for me, please." She continued to look at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Easy?”

“Yes.” Anthony seemed to be at a bit of a loss. "It's just… Um, I haven't done this before."

There were a few beats until it seemed to dawn on Anthony. "Oh. OK. I can do that."

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm,” he intoned as he pulled on the back of Kate’s neck and closed the small space between them.

Their lips met messily and his insistent tongue implored her to open her mouth, so she did. Rocking on his erection felt natural, felt good, so she went with it and Anthony’s growl seemed like positive feedback. Soon, she felt herself being lifted up as Anthony switched their positions and she was sitting on the couch.

“You just need to tell me when to stop, OK?” he whispered gruffly as he kissed down her neck, sliding onto the floor in front of her.

He unbuttoned his shirt and got rid of it before working on doing the same with her shorts. As he slid her shorts and underwear down her legs, he looked up at her with black eyes.

"What about this, Kit? Has anyone done this for you before?" He sucked in a breath as he looked down between her legs, moving to place one on each of his shoulders. “Hmm?” 

"Yes." Technically, not successfully.

Anthony shook his head. "Hmph. I hate him. Them. However many there have been, I hate them all."

Kate started to laugh but couldn’t once her breath was taken away. Anthony’s mouth was on her and she couldn’t help but stare down at him, especially because he was staring right back. She wasn’t expecting that. It was enthralling and seemed to intensify all the sensations he was making her feel. Eventually, though, she had to throw her head back against the couch cushions. “Shit.” She didn’t realise she was holding onto his hair with both hands. Anthony didn’t seem to mind at all. She whimpered at the momentary loss of the warmth of his mouth before it returned, this time joined by his fingers. “Fuck!” She felt it. The feeling that was building had suddenly begun to rise impossibly fast and she gripped his hair as she chased it. Anthony hummed his approval and the vibration went through her and pushed her until she felt herself convulsing, involuntarily breathing in sobs. Anthony’s free hand was digging into her thigh as the waves hit her and he didn’t let up until she pushed him away, suddenly too sensitive to be able to tolerate it. But she instantly missed it. Him. How he made her feel. She looked down when she felt him planting kisses on the inside of her thigh, eventually resting his head on her knee and looking up at her. How could he possibly look so innocent right now? Fucking bastard.

He kissed his way back up her torso, unbuttoning her shirt along the way. He chuckled to himself as he got to the top. He moved in to kiss her but Kate put a finger to his lips, halting him. “What’s so funny?”

“Earlier, I’d thought to myself that you probably weren’t wearing a bra today. So, I was congratulating myself for being right. I’m very happy for me. Can I kiss you now, Kit?”

“Yes.”

She sat up to allow him to peel her shirt off as he kissed her, more slowly and thoughtfully than before. Once she was completely naked, she tried her best to not let herself get lost in her thoughts, which of course was counterproductive. Anthony lifted her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist as he stood and walked them to his bedroom. He held her up against the door and at first she didn’t understand what he was doing. Then she noticed he was breathing deeply, encouraging her to do the same. She rested her forehead against his and smiled as she slowed her breaths with him. Once things had calmed, Anthony nimbly turned the knob while keeping a firm hold on Kate.

The mood had totally changed by the time Anthony laid Kate down on his bed. There was so much vulnerability in his eyes as he looked down at her. He held her gaze as he took the rest of his clothes off. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

Kate felt the mattress deep as Anthony joined her on the bed. He moved her thighs apart with one hand as he pushed her chin up with the other and kissed her, moved over her. He stroked her hair before reaching into his nightstand. The faint light caught on the foil packet before Anthony opened it and got himself ready. He leaned down to kiss gently as he positioned himself. Before he moved forward, he looked at Kate with a question in his twinkling eyes. Kate nodded and pulled him down for a kiss and she felt him push inside of her. She gasped into his mouth as he set a slow, rhythmic pace. It wasn’t quite right. She wrapped one leg around him and dug her heel into his backside to encourage him to go a bit faster. She also shifted under him a bit.

“Better?” he panted.

“Perfect,” she sighed.

—

After they had cleaned up and returned to bed, Anthony assumed the usual position on top of Kate, his head on her chest. This time, though, he couldn’t help but bite her nipple and grind into her pelvis. He laughed when she swatted at him.

“Stop. We’re going to sleep.”

“Right. Forgive me.”

The room was quiet for a while before Kate spoke up. “I have to get up early tomorrow,” Kate whispered as she stroked Anthony’s hair lazily.

“OK.”

“I’m letting you know so that when you wake up tomorrow and I’m not here, you won’t think I ran.”

“OK. I won’t think you ran.”

“Good.” She kissed the top of his head.

“Wake me up.”

“No.”

“I’m on top of you. I’ll probably wake up anyway.”

—

When Kate left early the next morning, Anthony didn’t wake up anyway. She snuck across the hall, quickly came back to leave something on his coffee table, then left again.

—

Anthony woke up a couple of hours later, cursing when he realised he actually did sleep through Kate leaving. Once he walked out into the living room, his eyes fell on a drawing. There was a note next to it that read, "This one looks like you, no? Consider your ego stroked."

[bobateastay]

dirty desks and dissertations - k.ys

kang yeosang x fem!reader

nsfw content - do not interact or read if you are under 18

cw - college!au, smut, enemies to lovers(?), rivalry, mentions of colonialism in a literary context, degradation/humiliation, dumbification, explicit consent

word count: 4.8k

a/n: this is unfortunately not proofread so please forgive any mistakes!

University was supposed to be perfect. You were lucky enough to have gotten a room to yourself, you were close enough to home that you could visit during the holidays and you'd gotten a chance to tranfer to your dream university. You’d even gotten into the literature course you’d been aiming for since high school. It would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for Kang fucking Yeosang.

The first time you met Yeosang was on your way to your literature class. You had just transferred in a few months late and he had a kind smile when he asked whether you were new on campus. You nodded and he explained in a very dissectable and neutral tone that no one came to the literature department unless they had a class there or needed somewhere quiet to sleep between classes. When you explained that you were there for classes and not to catch up on sleep, he smiled again.

“We’re not a huge class, it’ll be nice to have you,” he said before rushing off with a wave and a hurried ‘I’ll see you in class’.

You were ecstatic - Yeosang was gorgeous, well-spoken and friendly, and you had the luck of sharing your favourite class with him. A class that wasn’t huge, according to him. You’d have time to speak to him more and maybe get to know him. You kept up this dreamy version of Yeosang in your head for almost a month, until the class shifted its focus to a new book.

“Red is connected to the breaking of social structures,” Yeosang said, flipping through the pages in his book.

“But in chapter four,” you began, pausing to find the page you were referencing. “It’s used to emphasise trauma.”

You looked up to find people staring not at you but at Yeosang, who wasn’t looking anywhere other than his book, eyes moving slowly over the lines. You glanced at the professor, who gave you an encouraging nod.

“It’s repeated throughout so that it reminds you of this scene when it’s mentioned later, the same way people are reminded of trauma in real life,” you continued, smiling at Yeosang as you waited for him to look up. He was the top student in the class and you were impatient to finally have something to discuss with him. If his smile made your heart flutter, that was just an added bonus. When his silence continued to stretch out, the teacher sighed.

“That’s a great point. Why don’t we talk about the symbolism of-”

Yeosang interrupted the professor with a scoff. Finally, he looked up, his usual kind smile replaced by a barely-there sneer.

“Didn’t you read the chapter? They talk about the red flags in the communist parade, when they protest the caste system,” he explained. When you opened your mouth to speak again, his expression changed to something close to pity. “You know that repetition and colour symbolism aren’t the same, right?”

“Of course I know-”

“Then reread the chapter,” Yeosang said, turning his attention away from you. You could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment even as the teacher scolded him briefly. You stayed quiet for the rest of the lesson, your lip pushing into a pout each time Yeosang spoke. His opinions weren’t far off from yours, so why had he pushed yours aside so stubbornly earlier? When you looked up at him, you found that he was already looking at you, one eyebrow raised and his lips forming a small frown. He didn’t look away when you made eye contact.

You were barely out of the class when Yeosang caught up to you, gripping his book so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

“Red is used for the characters associated with communism,” he said, as though he hadn’t made his point clear enough when he all but humiliated you in class. “When they have the march and the strikes, it’s always red.”

“Red is repeated in chapter four too, it can be more than one thing,” you told him, your voice a little louder now that you weren’t worried about upsetting the professor. “Do you really think that red would be repeated if it wasn’t-”

“Repetition and colour symbolism are separate in this chapter,” he replied, raising his voice just as much as you had while holding his book out in front of your face. “You don’t seriously think the carpet in chapter four overrules the rest of the book, do you?”

You pushed his hand away from your face, swallowing the butterflies you felt at the warmth of his skin against yours.

“I guess we’ll find out who’s right when we get our grades,” you taunted, giving his hand one last shove before walking away from him. You ignored when he swore under his breath, waving your hand at him half-heartedly when he shouted a childish ‘I guess we will’ after you. If the brief conversation with Yeosang had been in one of the books you were reading, you would’ve called it foreshadowing.

It was a month of bickering and petty arguments later that Yeosang dropped his essay onto your desk on top of your own paper.

“So?” he asked, raising an expectant brow. You looked over his essay, running your finger over the A+ grade and the positive feedback littered around his paragraphs in red pen. You tried and failed to suppress a small snort, handing his paper back to him and holding up your own. You laughed again when his top lip curled at the sight of your grade: an identical A+ in the top corner of the page.

“Are you happy now?” you asked, setting down your paper and turning away from him in the hopes that he would leave and move past the rivalry he’d started. Instead, Yeosang’s hand came to rest on the back of your neck, his palm warm and his nails sharp when they briefly pressed into your skin. “Yeosang, what are you-”

He leaned down closer to you, his breath hitting your ear as he spoke.

“Don’t think you’re a genius because of one fluke, hm? You might be clever enough for this grade but I haven’t heard an intelligent word come out of your mouth yet,” he murmured, nails tracing small shapes into your skin before he stood straight and offered you that same sweet smile he had when you first met him. Just like with your laughter earlier, you failed to hide how his smile made your heart skip a beat. He hummed softly, pleased with the result of his words.

“You’re not a genius either,” you muttered back. You weren’t sure whether you were irritated or relieved when he ignored you.

As if literature class couldn’t get any worse, the next week you were placed in a group with Yeosang for the next class project. You almost felt sorry for your other group partner who had to sit between the two of you as you argued back and forth over the analysis for your presentation. But only almost, because you were starting to hate the cocky tone in Yeosang’s voice more than you hated being a class disturbance.

“Don’t you guys think we could include both ideas?” Mingi mumbled between the two of you, his lips pulled into a tired frown as Yeosang pushed his book in front of you, pointing at his notes.

“Why would they use grammar to represent colonialism when they’ve already done that with the scenery?” he asked, finger running over the lines he’d highlighted. “The theme of the book is big versus small things, the author is using the grammar to emphasise that, not colonialism.”

“Grammar is a structure and the author breaks the structure to represent colonialism being broken,” you replied, pushing his book back across the desk. “It’s a book written outside of Western culture in English, so it’s making a point to the Western audience.”

“I think both ideas are good,” Mingi murmured, his voice barely audible between you and Yeosang’s bickering.

“Do you not see how stupid his analysis is?” you almost yelled, unaware of the entire class staring at the three of you as Yeosang leaned across the table, knocking your book off of the desk you were sharing.

“Why did you join this fucking class if you can’t understand-”

“Kang Yeosang!”

You both turned to face the professor, your eyes widening as he pointed at the two of you.

“Stay behind after class. Since you’re both going to act like twelve year-olds, that’s how you’ll be treated. You can spend your free time cleaning out the room.”

“No fucking way,” Yeosang muttered under his breath, shooting you a glare before focusing his sight on his book. You could hear some of the other students snickering even as Mingi let out a long sigh and picked up the discussion again, dividing the sections of the presentation so that you and Yeosang wouldn’t have to work together. If he noticed you and Yeosang trying to kill each other with dirty looks, he didn’t bother to comment on it. You’d have plenty of time for dirty looks once everybody else had left the hall. Although it wasn’t just dirty looks that Yeosang had in mind.

The door hadn’t been shut for a full minute before Yeosang was making his way over to you, standing directly in front of you so that your face was eye-level with the zipper on his jeans.

“What do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level as you looked up at him. He was quiet, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you get more flustered the longer he stood there. “Yeosang, what do you want? It’s your fucking fault that we’re here anyway.”

“Tell me your analysis again,” he said. His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out what kind of trick he was trying to pull. “I won’t interrupt you, just don’t get worked up, yeah? Speak slowly.”

You could feel your heart thudding in your chest at the tone of his voice, your voice unsteady when you cleared your throat. You couldn’t find a good place to look, your eyes darting around the room to avoid looking directly at his crotch.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t entirely sure what he meant but you nodded anyway - Yeosang was a dickhead but he wasn’t a bad person, he wouldn’t hurt you. Or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. He took a hold of your chin with warm fingers, tilting your head upward with a tight grip so that you were looking him in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, cheeks heating up from how steady and unwavering his eyes were. “So colonialism is a structured thing, in which culture and language are replaced with a foreign one. This is comparable to grammar, especially English grammar. It’s structured, and like the English language, was forced upon the people who were taught to use it.”

True to his word, Yeosang listened without interrupting you, his thumb moving back and forth against your skin. At first the movement was barely noticeable, so subtle that you dismissed it as an accident, but as you continued speaking it became obvious that it wasn’t an accident, the pad of his thumb beginning to trace circles into your skin before it rubbed back and forth against your jawline in careful, controlled movements.

“How does the author use the grammar to represent colonialism then? Bring it back to the book, you need evidence,” he prompted, his voice harsh.

“The irregular capitalisation,” you said, sounding less and less like yourself the longer you kept eye contact with Yeosang. His thumb moved to brush over the corner of your lips as he gave you an encouraging nod. “The irregular capitalisation breaks the imposed grammar structures, the same way the characters try to break the structures imposed on them.”

“Doesn’t sound as bad when you’re not trying to act like you’re a genius,” Yeosang said, his thumb pressing over the corner of your mouth.

“You say that like you’re not constantly trying to prove that you’re better than me,” you muttered back. His expression stayed calm, and when you opened your mouth to speak again his thumb moved to press on your bottom lip.

“You tell me if you want me to stop, alright?” Yeosang said, his voice regaining its usual cocky tone. Your eyes widened in surprise, warmth gathering between your legs so quickly that you were stunned into silence. There was no way the class smartass was making you wet You gave him a small nod anyway and he wasted no time pushing his thumb into your mouth, moving it over your tongue slowly. “Okay. Now I’m going to tell you why you're wrong.”

A long whine left the back of your throat. How was he still hung up on literature talk with his crotch inches away from your face and the pad of his thumb pushing down on your tongue?

"The scenery is used to represent colonialism," he started, just as sure of himself as he always was. His thumb moved further back into your mouth, making your eyes water. "The characters force their surroundings to look a certain way by imposing foreign appearances that aren't common in their country."

His thumb left your mouth for a second before it was replaced by two of his fingers. They were longer than his thumb and he pushed them back far enough to make you gag a little, his smirk growing at the sight.

"When these foreign and difficult to maintain appearances are introduced to their surroundings, the scenery is considered beautiful despite being out of place," he said. He took a moment to pull his fingers back before pushing them deep into your mouth again. "But when they're removed, the scenery maintains none of its beauty. It's dilapidated and unkempt, even more so because of what has been left behind by the foreign objects that once made it so beautiful."

He shoved his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat and making you choke, gagging until you were drooling and coating his fingers in your saliva. A satisfied grin settled itself over his features.

"Relate it to colonialism," he said, removing his fingers from his mouth and pulling a long string of saliva with them. You choked on the saliva that had built up in your mouth, making him laugh.

"Yeosang," you pleases, pressing your thighs together in a not-so-subtle attempt at relieving some of the ache between your legs.

"What? I thought you got the same grade as me, is something wrong?" he taunted, raising an eyebrow. You looked away from him, your eyes desperately trying to find somewhere else to look before they landed on the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. You drew in a sharp breath, the sound audible in the otherwise quiet room. Yeosang gripped your jaw again. "So?"

You tried your best to glare at him but you knew you were falling short of the hostile look you wanted to give him. His closeness and his hard-on and his warm fingertips on your cheek were making it hard to be as bitter as you wanted to. Yeosang raised his eyebrows expectantly and you tried to straighten out your thoughts.

“The foreign plants represent the foreign customs, traditions and languages brought into the country,” you explained, ignoring the feeling between your legs in favour of trying to prove yourself. You were so worked up that you didn’t think to question why you wanted to prove yourself to him in the first place. Yeosang looked pleased, thumb stroking back and forth against your cheek as he waited for you to continue. “But these customs dismantle the system that the country already had in place, so when they are removed-”

You stopped when you heard him let out a soft, content hum, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Stop,” you said, grabbing his hand as you stood to look at him. He seemed unfazed, his hand holding yours just as tightly as you were holding his. He still had that expectant look on his face, encouraging you to continue the way he usually did before he dragged your hypotheses through the mud. “You don’t seriously think I’m going to treat you like you’re hot shit because you have your dick in my face, do you?”

“No,” he said simply. “I think you’re going to treat me like I’m hot shit because you don’t know how to formulate an argument.”

“Motherfucker-”

You weren’t sure what you wanted to do. Punch him? Kick him? Leave the room and pretend it had never happened? They all seemed like appealing options but instead, you did none of those things.

Yeosang let out a little huff of air that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh when you leaned forward to press your lips against his, your movements clumsy and rough. His hold on your hand tightened and his free hand moved to rest on your hip, moving down to squeeze your ass not long after. You let out a gasp at the feeling and Yeosang took it as a chance to deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth as he pulled you forward by the belt loop of your pants. The gasp you’d let out before turned into a full-blown whine when you felt his hard-on press up against your crotch. Yeosang grinned at the sound before biting on your bottom lip for just a moment before he pulled back to look you in the eye.

“Can’t come up with any reasons as to why your analysis is better than mine?” he taunted.

“I hate you,” you muttered, shoving lightly at his chest before kissing him again, praying that maybe this time the kiss would shut him up for good. No such luck.

“Come on baby, if you’re so sure that yours is better, why don’t you tell it to me?” he teased, lips against yours as he spoke. You pushed your hips forward into his, almost giggling when he let out a low groan at the feeling. When you repeated the movement, he let go of your hand to press between your legs instead, forcing a quiet groan out of you. Your hips pushed forward again, chasing both friction and the sound of his groans. “You wanna shut me up with your pussy, is that it?”

You nodded. You hated the way he’d phrased it but you were desperate to get him to stop talking about your literature assignments. You were even more desperate for more than just his hand rubbing you through the fabric of your pants but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yes, just please shut up,” you told him, cursing under your breath when a particularly well-angled push of his hips put pressure on your clit. “Shut up and fuck me.”

This time there was no cocky remark, just the sudden feeling of Yeosang’s hands holding your waist as he bent you over the desk you’d been sitting at not long ago, landing a sharp slap on your ass the second your chest hit the desk.

“You know, I’ve never had another student use sex as a get-out-of-jail-free card when I tell them that they’re wrong,” he said, voice as nonchalant and mocking as ever. You opened your mouth to come up with a response but another slap to your ass cut you off, all words replaced by a yelp. Behind you, Yeosang laughed softly before he made quick work of pulling down both your pants and underwear. The noise he made when he saw your cunt wet from all of his teasing only made you more desperate, your hole clenching around nothing. “Cute.”

“Yeosang, hurry up,” you pleaded, arching your back in an attempt to get him closer. He was silent for a moment before you heard a wet ‘pop’ sound, followed by two of his slick fingers pushing through your folds. You shut your eyes, tensing when he made a point to rub them against your clit. “Fucking hell, since when are you this patient?”

Yeosang laughed, continuing his slow movements before suddenly pushing a finger into you, groaning when he’d pushed it all the way in.

“Since when are you this impatient?” he asked back. Before you could answer, he pulled his finger out halfway and added another, his movements suddenly much rougher than before. You let out a choked moan at the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, hating and loving the quiet noises he was letting out behind you. “Don’t tell me all it takes to get you this worked up is two fingers.”

“No, it’s not,” you muttered back, biting your lip to muffle some of your noise. You were still in a classroom after all. Yeosang pushed another finger into you without warning, the stretch of it pulling a long moan from your mouth. He fucked his fingers into you hard enough to make you whine, the lewd sounds coming from your wet cunt drawing another groan from Yeosang. Just when it felt like you might be getting closer to cumming, Yeosang pulled his fingers out of you, making a point of wiping them on your ass before he stood up.

You looked back to see him pulling down his underwear to reveal his dick, flushed and dripping precum. A soft whine left your throat before you realised you were making the sound. Yeosang’s eyes flicked up to meet yours as he stroked his dick, pushing the head of it through your folds.

“Condom?” he asked, voice unusually sincere. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes, rubbing himself against your clit and smirking when the action made you shudder. “Words.”

“No, it’s fine,” you told him, your words rushing together. You pushed back against him and your breath hitched at the feeling of him pressing against your entrance. “Fuck, Yeosang, please.”

He pushed into you without warning, one fluid movement until he bottomed out, both of you silent as you adjusted to the feeling.

“Fuck,” he muttered, hissing when you clenched around him at the sound. He pulled out and thrust back in hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, giving a few more calculated thrusts before setting a brutal pace. An almost constant string of moans left your mouth as he pounded into you, his hands gripping your hips so tight that it hurt. “Tell me why I’m wrong.”

His words caught you off guard, almost knocking you out of the hazy state you were in. You made a small noise of confusion, unable to process what he meant when he was fucking into you so deep. You could feel your clit throbbing as he pounded into you, all of your concerns about literature class and shutting him up pushed to the back of your mind.

“Come on, Miss A-Plus,” he said, bringing his hand down against your ass. The moan you let out because of the stinging pain was loud enough that Yeosang shushed you, placing his hand on your throat as a silent threat to make sure you kept quiet. “Tell me about your grammar theory.”

“What?” you gasped, trying and failing to keep your voice steady. “No, I can’t- not now.”

“Not now?” he mimicked, squeezing your throat as he slowed his thrusts. “Why, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, your legs shaking as you felt yourself getting close. Yeosang noticed, letting go of your throat in favour of rubbing his fingers over your clit. You whimpered, your stomach filling with warmth as he angled each deep thrust so that he was fucking into where you were most sensitive.

“Are you really so dumb that all it takes is my cock to prove you don’t know what you’re talking about?” he asked, voice laced with mock pity. He pulled you up against him with an arm around your waist, his chest pressed against your back so that you could feel his breath on your ear as he spoke. “Or are you just embarrassed to admit that you’re wrong?”

His words that usually would’ve made you angry only made you tremble in his grip, eyes squeezing shut as you tried not to let your legs buckle beneath you. He picked up the pace again, fucking into you relentlessly without giving you a chance to catch your breath, let alone answer his question.

“How did this dripping mess manage to get the same grade as me, huh?” he asked, slapping your pussy just hard enough to make you cry out, a sob getting caught in your throat as he went back to rubbing steady circles into your clit. “It’s okay baby. Don’t worry about being clever, just let your pretty pussy cum on my cock.”

Your body stiffened as you came, eyes squeezing shut as you moaned Yeosang’s name. His thrusts were slow but still hard, sending jolts of overstimulation through you as he fucked you throughout your orgasm, groaning low in your ear. You barely registered when you reached down to hold his hand on your waist, only felt his fingers lacing with yours before his thrusts came to an abrupt stop.

“Fuck,” he sighed, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder as he pushed himself as deep into you as possible, holding his hips still as he came inside of you. The two of you were quiet as you both caught your breath, kept company only by each other’s soft panting and feverish touch.

It was only when Yeosang pulled out and you felt some of his cum drip from your entrance that you realised what you’d done.

“Are you kidding me?” you mumbled, bending over to pull up your underwear and pants before Yeosang stopped you, his hand resting on your wrist.

“Do you want me to get tissues first? So you can clean up?” he asked. Your heart fluttered at the gentle words and you nodded, avoiding making eye contact with him as you stood awkwardly with both hands in front of your crotch. He gave you a curt nod before doing up his own pants and rushing out of the classroom.

Great. You’d just had sex with the biggest jackass you’d ever met. It also just so happened that said jackass was the reason your favourite class was a nightmare and that you were going to be stuck doing a group project with him when he’d just railed you so hard you could barely speak. A long sigh pushed itself out of your chest, coming to an end right when Yeosang opened the door to the room, locking it on his way in before hurrying over to you with a wad of paper towels.

“Here,” he said, sitting down on a desk and averting his gaze while you cleaned up the best you could. He was still avoiding looking at you when he spoke again. “You know, the grammar thing might be right.”

“What?” you asked, half in disbelief and half exasperated. He nodded.

“I mean, your analysis was good. The evidence is there and you made good connections,” he said, making eye contact with you and offering a small smile. A smile played on your lips as well, happiness surging through you now that the smartest student in your class had recognised you. Praise from him was a dozen times better than praise from your professor. “I’m not good at searching for structural connections but you’re really good at it. You did it before with the repetition too and it’s really effective.”

“Thank you,” you said, stomach filling with butterflies.

“No big deal,” he said, kicking the toe of his shoe against the toe of his shoe against the floor. “Do you think you could teach me?”

“Teach you?” you asked, almost laughing at the sudden turn of events.

“Yeah, and I could help you with visual imagery in return, since it’s where you’re lacking,” he continued. You almost snapped at him for the backhand comment but he spoke again before you had the chance. “We could do it over coffee and then we can watch a movie after? At the theatre or something on Netflix, whatever you want.”

“You mean a date?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. He smiled, standing up and stepping closer to you.

“Let’s call it a study date,” he said, leaning in close enough for you to count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You whispered a quiet ‘sure’ and he pressed a kiss to your lips, sealing the deal.

Your relationship with Yeosang ended up being much sweeter than you had anticipated. Of course, that didn’t stop him from being a dickhead when it came to literature.

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Here’s the Gigolas OTP questionnaire for my ship headcannon, as I promised (threatened? Lol)

1. What is their love language?

They enjoy teasing and one-uping each other. They are both of the “No one picks on him but me!” mentality.

Very close friends get a pass on this, such as Aragorn, Tauriel, Eowyn and Pippin. But not family. Fili, Kili, Thorin, Gloin and Thranduil get scolded if they say something smart.

2. Who confessed first?

Legolas. I consider his fierce and instantaneous defense of Gimli, against Eomer’s threat of beheading, to be an unconscious declaration of devotion.

Gimli’s shocked expression in that scene is the pinnacle of adorable and a total bonus.

3. Who plans the dates?

Gimli. He loves to plan trips or special occasions, and to share neat stuff he’s encountered.

Legolas prefers to wing it. He does whatever takes his fancy at any given moment. The type to toss a stick in the air and start exploring in whatever direction it was pointing in when it landed.

4. Who is the better driver?

It’s cannon in both the books and movies, that Legolas ‘drives’ and Gimli rides ‘b~tch‘ whenever they ride the same mount lol.

5. Who likes to be the ‘little spoon’?

It seems to be a trend with me, that one part of my OTPs are always considerably shorter than the other, and therefore resigned to be the ‘little spoon’ in this question. 😅🤷🏻‍♀️😜

In of that, I still think it’s cute to imagine Legolas wrapping his long legs and arms around Gimli and drifting off to sleep like a hug-happy spider with a stout fly.

6. What’s their stand on PDA? (Public Displays of Affection)

Legolas has no reservations when it comes to PDA and loves to embarrass his Dwarf. Also, I think it’s his goal in life to make Aragorn one day role his eyes so hard that they stick that way, or make their fathers choke on a beverage at least once every visit.

Gimli isn’t against PDA, but he’s actually rather shy for a Dwarf. He likes it, but he’ll never initiate it and it makes him blush as red as his hair.

7. Who shows their affections with words?

Gimli. Never mind silver, his tongue is pure Mithril.

Legolas thinks he does a good job of hiding how it affects him but anyone, especially their loved ones, can see his soft smile and downcast eyes.

8. Who shows affection through touch?

Legolas more so than Gimli, but even then he’s not real big on it unless it’s a type of prank as mentioned in question 6. He prefers actions to express his love, see question 14 for elaboration on that.

9. How do they like to initiate intimacy?

Gimli with sincere sweet talking and gifts he crafted himself, or perhaps simply by showing interest in whatever Legolas is doing and tagging along like a puppy. He’s usually content just to be near his Elf, very easy to please.

Legolas does whatever he feels like doing such as stealing kisses or casually playing with Gimli’s hair and/or beard (he pretends to not know any better but is fully aware of how scandalous this is in Dwarrow society). Though, if Gimli is in a vulnerable state, he will ask permission first.

10. Do they have a dream wedding planned?

Legolas is fine without a ceremony. It’s cannon in Professor Tolkien’s works, that Elves consider private vows and/or the act of sex to be a valid marriage bond. But he’s willing to go along with nearly whatever his Dwarf wants.

Gimli absolutely has a wedding planned, a grand one with all their loved ones in attendance and an abundance of ale, food and music. The after party should last for days and end with practically no one remembering most of it if all goes according to his plans. Mostly it’s Dwarrow style but he does have a handful of Elven traditions he is adamant must be honored, to show Legolas he pays attention and his Elf’s happiness is important to him.

11. How do they comfort each other?

Despite what people might think, Legolas is a great listener and has a great deal of common sense when the situation has need. He’s like a grounding presence for Gimli when life gets stormy.

The fact that Gimli is endlessly loyal and brave for his loved ones is canonical a comfort to Legolas. He actually says as much in as many words

“But you comfort me Gimli, I am glad to have you standing nigh, with your stout legs and your hard ax.”

12. What’s an ideal evening for the two of them?

They’re not the type to sit idle for long, for one thing they’re both very important people post-fellowship and if they stay in one spot for too long someone finds them and gives them work to do.

Secondly they both love to explore and learn, so it’s no surprise when they spirit each other off to have their own mini-adventures/field trips.

13. Who’s more playful in bed?

Given the way he conducts himself in his friendships, his chivalrious admiration for Lady Galandriel, and his obvious but low key affection for Legolas, it’s firmly ingrained in my head that Gimli is shy, easily embarrassed and does not love lightly. If he loves you in any way, then you have his whole heart. Pair this with the fact that Professor Tolkien’s Dwarrow are canonically monogamous, and I can’t help but be convinced that Gimli is hard to get going but passionate once you get him started.

Legolas, however, is cocky (pun FULLY intended, thank you very much), energetic, flexible and always up to trying something new. Not to mention he loves to get a rise out of Gimli (boy, the double innuendos are flowing like Mirkwood wine tonight), so I can easily imagine him doing/suggesting some extra kinky stuff just to fluster his Dwarf.

14. Who shows affection through gift giving?

Gimli. He enjoys making things for Legolas to use and/or wear such as arrowheads, tackle and shoes for their horse, or jewelry and belt buckles.

Legolas is more of a ‘acts of service and/or loyalty’ kind of fellow.

15. Who’s the first one up in the morning?

Gimli. Having grown up poor in the Blue Mountains then later living in Erebor, which needed every able set of hands working at all hours to restore it to its former glory, I’m sure his parents instilled in him a firm belief that the day is not to be wasted lounging in bed. Side note, he gives me strong ‘cheerful morning person’ vibes. The kind of guy who rises early and cooks a fantastic breakfast while singing a jaunty tune and wakes you with a sincere “Good morning my love! It’s a beautiful day!” leaving you struggling to decide weather to murder him or love him all the more.

Meanwhile Legolas, while certainly not lazy, is still a Prince and gives me the impression that waking him before the sun’s properly visible invites bodily harm.😅 I can easily see him trying to drag Gimli back to bed for sleepy morning cuddles allowing them to ease into their day.

16. Were they friends before they were lovers?

Again, like Bilbo and Thorin, I have to answer both yes and no. They run the full gauntlet of rivals to friends to lovers. Though the animosity between Legolas and Gimli didn’t last nearly as long as the one between the couple that came before them. I attribute this to Gimli winning Legolas’ respect quicker, due to his brash yet pure hearted approach to their quest and life in general.

17. Who’s the better singer?

Nether, they’re both $£¥% for singing lol! I refuse to believe everyone on Middle Earth is a good singer, by law of averages someone has to suck at it and since they’re both so good at so many other things, I decided in my head cannon they’re both terrible singers lol.🙅🏻‍♀️🎵😖👂

18. Who has the best jokes?

Traditionally speaking, Gimli. He has a wealth of antidotes ranging from suitable for all ages to some only to be spoken in dark corner booths of pubs with no ladies present lol.

Meanwhile, if you want zingers to flatten egos, Legolas is your guy.

19. Who’s the better cook?

Gimli. With Hobbits in the family and his own mother to teach him good, hearty Dwarrow recipes, Gimli enjoys cooking and is rather good at it (though he’ll readily admit, he can’t compare to cousin-in-law Bilbo and friend Bombur, they are fantastic).

Legolas is a Prince and never had to cook a day in his life, thus he’s comically bad at it. He can hunt and fish, and is more than willing and skilled enough to dress his kills and clean the fish, but to turn the fruits of his labor into an edible, let alone delectable, meal takes a different skill set entirely.

20. What is their stance on having kids?

Gimli loves them, of any/all races, he has a knack for parenting and would adopt his own mini-army if he had the time to take care of them.

With Legolas, it depends on the child. As a general rule he likes them and if he forms a bond with them, it’s like he transforms into a mischievous kid himself lol! He’s the bad influence parent.