#i also do feel guilty/like a little bit of a ''bad fan'' because i don't really try and solve the mysteries in mystery stories.

[certainwill]

help me i am fixating on lambdadelta so bad and i don’t know what to do ;~;

[mirohlayo]

hi could you please write how all the f1 boys would handle fans comments about their gf not being conventionally attractive or being plus size? esp george or logan 🩵

Hii ! I didn't write how all of the f1 drivers cuz it would be too much but I did write George and Logan. Also sorry for taking a little time, I was swamped with classes this week 🫶

F1 DRIVERS DEFENDING YOU ON

YOUR APPEARANCE

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, george, verstappen, ricciardo, sargeant & gasly )

warning : insecurities ??, things related to physical appearance, body ect...

note : i don't know if my warnings are accurate lol

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

to him, you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. so of course, seeing those awful comments about your appearance, face and even body makes him so damn furious. in front of people, especially in front of cameras, he would defends you in an implicit way, more like voice up about body positivity and respect every type of body. but in private, when there's only you two, he'll never stop bringing about how perfect and gorgeous you look, and that he'll cherish you for the rest of his life.

─ LANDO NORRIS

boy would be mad mad. ain't no way for him to let anyone talk about you in such a disrespectful and bad way. he'll make sure you're always comfortable and secure with your own body and appearance, by praising your beauty literally every single hour. and he doesn't think twice before rejecting every single one person who talks badly about you. he always posts some stories about you, where he basically overwhelms you by compliments and obviously to fuck off your haters in his sassy way.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

he was actually shocked by the fact people hate on your body and appearance because he literally loves these parts of you. first he'll reassure you, comforts you because after all you being a goddess is just the truth. and then he would reply to every hate comments about you, defending you like it was the end of his life. he reminds you everyday to not feel bad and guilty about yourself, to not listen to those bullshit because not a single one from them are real. just listen to him and his devoted compliments.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

it's simple, if someone talks bad about you then he'll talk bad about them. his girl is the definition of beauty and perfection. he genuinely doesn't care about your attractiveness or your body weight, cause he'll love these things anyway. he's always so enamored by how beautiful you look, and he needs people to know that. so whenever someone is insulting you, he just reminds them that there is nothing more shameful than attacking a marvel like you. a gem of beauty like you.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

i know for sure he'll immediately defends you. and the cause in general, doing an inspired speech about bodies. he doesn't really insults or disrespect people too, cause after all he prefers keeping that energy to compliment you. but still, he makes sure haters won't never ever again talk about you in a horrible way. then he'll suggest you to stop social medias and just give up on your phone for a bit, to only focus on his words and your natural beauty.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

first, his priority is you. by the second he saw those comments, he immediately look out for you. even if you haven't seen the comments, he's already there to reassure you. to shower you of heartwarming compliments and just genuinely appreciate your beauty, praising your curves and your body. then he'll try to ensure that you are not aware of these messages, that at no time you'll be confronted with bad comments about you. he makes it a promise, because you deserve it.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

the man is out of control when it comes to you. and especially when there are negative comments about your physique. it’s something he loves about you, something he adores deeply. he can literally admire you for hours without getting bored. there is so much perfection in your body. and no need to talk about your attractiveness. so as long as you know that, you're fine. but if those comments get out of hand, then he's not afraid to speak up and talk shit about whoever is insulting you.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

if there's one thing he can't tolerate, it's seeing you depressed because of hateful comments. he doesn't understand at all why people would hate on such a beautiful and amazing person like you ? but other than that, he'll be the best comfort boyfriend. he makes you laugh, your cheeks ache because of smiling too hard. he'll try to improve your mood by telling you funny jokes, stories, everything that makes you feel better. and on the other hand, secretly defending you on social medias by using some fake account.

─ LOGAN SARGEANT

boy is so protective towards you. maybe even overprotective. but that's his way to keep you away from bad things, such as awful comments about your physical appearance. he defends you for sure. more than anything else, day and night, he puts all of his anger into his replies to shut their mouths. and that both in public and on platforms. he doesn't understand why people don't recognize the beauty of your face, body, or even personality. just everything about yourself actually. cause you can be sure he's so fucking in love with these aspects of you.

─ PIERRE GASLY

oh man is mad. super mad even. you're literally the most precious person to his eyes, and by that logic the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. you're a piece of art, and people should know this. he won't hesitate twice before calling names the ones who disrespect you. maybe he's a bit too harsh but they just deserve it, nobody can talk bad about you, it's impossible for him. and then you can be sure he'll shower you in lot of compliments the next few weeks. telling you how gorgeous you are.

[kaliforniahigh]

Being neighbors with the guys, knowing who they are just not caring because they're just people. Eventually becoming friends but also dismissing Noah's flirting because you're older (4/5yrs), on the chubby side, and just feeling like he's definitely out of your league. He loves that you are just able to be yourself (no makeup, messy hair, etc) and that you're a nerd like he is.

Thank you so much for the request!!! I hope you like it, nonny <3

Warnings: reader mentions that her dad has passed away, insecurity, a little bit of angst, comfort, mentions of weed, parties, probably some innacuracies regarding animes and mangas. I think that's it.

WC: 3.3k (I'll proofread this later!)

Requests are closed for now.

You didn't know the people that just moved in and were now living in the house next to yours, but you were about to find out. You could only guess they were young adults or fresh out of college and unemployed. Ok, maybe that was you passing jugdment before even meeting these people, but who throws parties on Sundays? Obviously someone who doesn't have to work on Monday, that's for sure.

You've been trying to ignore the bass thumping through the walls for the past couple of hours, as you were not ready to sleep yet. You just hoped they would quiet down by the time you went to bed. But as you laid there, the clock reading just past midnight and the music and chatter not giving signs of slowing down, you decided that a trip next door was in order. The music wasn't actually bad, as you were a fan of metal yourself. But your days of staying up late on a work night ended long ago.

You didn't bother putting any effort into your appearance, thinking your new neighbour - or neighbours - would already dislike you for complaining about their party.

Putting your hair up in a half-assed bun, wrapping your fluffy robe around your body that was clad in a less than decent pajama, you put on your slippers and made your way downstairs and out of the house.

You rang the doorbell a couple of times, standing there and waiting for someone to answer the door, pulling your robe tighter on your body, feet tapping on the ground. You assumed you must look like a grumpy cat.

The door opened and you actually had to look up to meet the person on the other side in the eyes. And as soon as you do, realization takes over you. But you didn't have the time to mull over the fact that Noah Sebastian - and the whole of Bad Omens, probably - is your neighbour, because he was greeting you.

"Hello", he said, leaning on the door frame, eyes going over you and a curious look takes over his face.

"Hey. We haven't met yet, but I'm your next door neighbour", you extend a hand for him to take, and his enveloped yours entirely. But his handshake is firm and his hand is warm.

"Oh, I'm sorry we haven't had the time to introduce ourselves yet, with moving and everything", you were actually glad he didn't have the time, you don't know what you'd do if Noah just casually knocked on your door.

"Well, I'm sorry we're meeting like this, but I actually came here to see if you could turn the volume down a little?" you pointed past him towards the house and the music playing on the speakers. "It's just that it's past midnight and I have work tomorrow morning", you explained.

His face changed into one of shock and a little embarrassment.

"Oh my God, I didn't realize it was so late already or we would've turned it down a lot sooner. I'm really sorry", he disappeared behind the door for a few seconds and you heard voices before the music cut off entirely.

"You don't have to turn it off, turning it down is enough really, I don't want to ruin your party", you told him, feeling a little guilty.

"No, it's ok, the other neighbours were probably bothered as well. Thank you for coming here and letting me know about the noise", he sounded sincere. "I would invite you in for a drink, but I take it you're already headed to bed?", he pointed out, reffering to your choice of clothes. You laughed a little at this.

"You're definitely right. It's already way past my bedtime", you joked, pointing to an imaginary watch on your wrist.

"Well, I guess we'll leave it for another time, right?", he crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. You tried not to focus on the way his arms bulged at the motion.

"Yeah, of course" you didn't know what to say. You didn't even know this man for more than fifteen minutes probably, and he was already inviting you into his house.

"I'll hold you to it", the smirk never left his lips and you were beginning to wonder if he was flirting with you? It couldn't be, because you just came here in the most stupid clothes and completely crashed his party.

"Well, I better head home, I got an early start tomorrow. Thank you for turning down the noise", you said and started to back away from his front door.

"Anytime, sweetheart. Sleep well", he said, but made no move to get inside the house. Did he just call you sweetheart?

"You too", and with that, you finally turned away from him and walked to your front door. As you unlocked it, you looked over at his house and saw that he was still watching you, making sure you arrived at your house in one piece. Waving at you, he waited until you waved back and got inside to retreat into his home.

Noah saw you in passing for the next couple of days, when he was leaving the house and you were just arriving or the other way around. It was currently Saturday afternoon and he had just arrived from a studio session with the guys.

Parking in the driveway, he noticed your garage was open, but you were nowhere in sight. He didn't even know you had a car since your garage was always closed. Worrying a little, he decided to stop by and check what was going on.

Walking the few steps to your house, he noticed a beautiful Cutlass parked in your garage, and your feet clad with a pair of boots peeking out from underneath.

You must have noticed him arriving, because you slid your way out from underneath the car, a wrench in your hand, that were dirty with oil. That's when he noticed the overalls covering your body. You stood up, greeting him, but decided to not shake hands this time.

"Hey, Noah. What's up? I would shake your hand, but, you know", you trailed off, mentioning to your messy hands.

"Hi", he greeted back. His eyes going over your frame, noticing how your overalls were tight around your hips, highlighting the shape of your body, as well as your full breasts, that were being hugged by a white t-shirt underneath. The robe you wore that day definetely didn't do you justice. "Nothing, I just... I arrived and noticed your garage was open and....", fuck, he was stammering like an idiot and you totally noticed. "I decided to check on you", he finally said what he wanted to say.

"All good here. Just taking care of this beauty and making sure it's still running", your hands ran over the side of the car.

"It's a beautiful car. Is it yours?" he asked, wanting to facepalm himself. It was inside your garage, of course it's yours.

"It was my dad's, it got passed down to me after he passed away. My brother is not really a car person and he lives far away", you explained.

There was a lull in conversation after your statement, so he decided to say the first thing that came to his mind.

"I was actually meaning to tell you", he started, your eyes paying close attention to him. "We're having a party next Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to come? To make up for last time?"

They were totally not having a party next Saturday and he didn't even know if he had something planned already. But if he has, it was now cancelled.

"I would love to come", you said, voice excited.

"Amazing. I'll see you around then?", he was slowly making his way out of your garage. Not wanting to say anymore dumb things.

"Sure", you sat back down to go back to work and watched his back as he left.

You decided that if this man was actually flirting with you, you would let yourself have this one, enjoy it and get whatever he was willing to give you. And if it went nowhere, you would go back to just being friendly neighbours.

You were never one to dress up for parties, so you standing in front of your mirror on Saturday with not too much time to spare before you had to head to Noah's house wasn't a surprise for you. You probably tried on five or six outfits by now, and none of them seemed party appropriate.

Ultimately, you settled for an oversized t-shirt and some biker shorts. You guess that's what the cool girls were wearing nowadays. Since you spent too much time on your outfit, you didn't realy have time to put any makeup on - not that you even applied much anyways, the feeling of stuff on your face made you extremely anxious. So you put on your shoes and headed outside.

The door opened just a few seconds after you knocked, Ruffilo standing on the other side. You still never mentioned it to Noah that you knew the band before he moved in. You kind of felt scared he would lose interest in you.

"Hey! You must be Y/N", he greeted you, moving sideways so you could come in the house.

"That's me", you made your way inside. The place wasn't that packed, but there was music playing in the background, and you felt a distinct smell of weed in the air.

"Noah has been mentioning you a lot lately. Sorry I haven't been around to introduce myself yet", you made a dismisse wave with your hand.

"We're all busy, I get it. I'm here anyways, so I'll get to know all of you"

You looked around and noticed a few people scattered about. You couldn't help but notice how young these people seemed. You know 34 isn't that old, but you couldn't help but feel a little out of place in the middle of so many people in their 20s. Did you even know how to interact with them anymore?

Being the older sibling in your household, you always felt like you had to act older than you really were, in order to take care of your brothers, that you often forgot to live your own life. Noah didn't have to worry about that, his life was a dream to anyone his age. Getting to travel around the world doing what you love. You suddently weren't so sure about encouraging his advances.

Nick showed you where the drinks were and told you he would let Noah know you had arrived. Picking a beer to sip on for now, you heard someone calling your name from behind you.

Noah stood tall as always, dressed in black from head to toe, somehow the color made his tattoos stand out even more. He wore a loose tank, so most of them were on display.

He made his way closer to you and you registered he was coming in for a hug. You wrapped the arm that wasn't holding your drink around his neck as best as you could with your height difference, and you felt the warmth of his hands going to your waist.

The hug lasted maybe a tad longer than it was supposed to, and when you parted, he kept himself close to you. You leaned your back against the kitchen cabinets behind you.

"I'm sorry our parties are a little lame. No one dancing on top of the tables or anything", he looked around as he said it.

"That's perfect, actually. I don't know if I could handle that", you said with a little laugh.

"C'mon, let's sit down on the couch. I'm not gonna have you just standing here", he took your hand and led you towards the living room.

"Wow, is that Attack on Titan playing on the TV?", you said, in a little shock. The parties here were different indeed. You sat on the couch and he sat beside you.

"Yeah, just in case someone wants to watch something. You a fan?", he asked.

"I love it. I'm a big manga fan overall", you seemed to catch his attention even more now.

"What's your favorite?", he moved more towards you.

"I mean, it has to be Naruto. It's the one that got me into it after all"

You slipped into an easy conversation with Noah, talking about your favorite mangas and animes. He introduced you to his friends whenever they approached the two of you, but mostly you kept close to each other, neither one of you considering doing anything else at the moment.

The conversation drifted to other topics, like music, movies and random stuff. Regular things you talk about when you're just getting to know someone. You watched him talk about the things he's passionate about with so much admiration in you eyes, you hoped it wasn't too obvious.

You got up to get another drink from time to time, choosing to switch from the beer to non-alcoholic beverages. Noah didnt drink anything alcoholic thoughout the night, and when you asked him if he wanted a beer, he told you he stopped drinking a while ago.

You noticed the party was slowly fizzling out. There weren't nearly as many people around now compared to when you arrived. You looked at the watch on your wrist and noticed it was already past midnight. You would have to leave soon. You didn't want to be those people who overstayed their welcome.

There was only you and Noah in the living room right now, and you looked over to see everyone hanging out on the outside patio.

"We can go out there if you want to", you told him, not wanting to keep him from enjoying time with his friends.

"Nah, I'm good here. I would actually prefer to stay here", he was honest and you could see it in his eyes.

You were facing each other, knees touching and one of his hands were resting on the back of the couch, close to your face. He took advantage in the lull of the conversation to move his hand to rest on the side of your face, gathering some of your hair and putting it behind your ear, thumb grazing your cheek ever so slightly.

You couldn't look away from his beautiful, dark eyes. And his gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips and you felt tingles run all over your body. He leaned in closer and you could tell he was going to kiss you anytime now. But the thoughts in your head ran rampant and you conjured up a million scenarios in just a millisecond.

He doesn't even know how old you are.

He is famous and everyone is going to call you a cougar and make fun of him for dating someone so much older.

He is going to trade you for someone younger soon enough

You didn't want to, your body was contradicting your mind and telling you to just kiss him, but you put your hand on his chest and it made him stop in his tracks.

"Noah...", you said, not wanting to look into his eyes, but knowing you had to. You saw his face change from confusion, to embarrassment and horror all at once.

"I'm so sorry, I should've asked you first. I guess I misread the signs", he moved his body away from you, creating a distance that became unbearable to you. You hated that you made him feel like this.

"No, you didn't. I just....", you stumbled over your words, not knowing how to broach the subject with him.

"It's ok that you don't want to kiss me. I promise you won't hurt my ego if you say so", he gave you a half smile, trying to reassure you.

"Noah, I'm 34 years old. Have I told you that?", you just came out with it. But his face remained the same.

"No, you haven't. Thanks for telling me, though. I'm 28, by the way", he told you, as if the information was completely irrelevant.

"I know, and that's the problem. I'm way too old to be kissing people your age", you saw his eyebrows furrow at this.

"Are you telling me you're too old to kiss me?", he asked and you nodded. "I'm a big boy, I think I can decide who I want to kiss", he informed you and you went to respond that it wasn't about that, but he beat you to it.

"No, listen to me", he closed the distance once again. "I'm attracted to you. You've been driving me insane with just your existence ever since you showed up on my doorstep, looking the cutest I've ever seen and asking me to turn down the music. I've literally not been able to get you out of my head. If you don't want to kiss me, that's fine, but that won't change the way I feel about you or the way I think about tasting your lips everytime I look at them"

"Noah, your life is very different from mine. One day, you're gonna find a 25 year old and realize she has so much more life in her than I do", you pointed out.

"That's impossible, because I've met many 25 year olds and none of them made me feel the way you do. I'm afraid this isn't an age thing, love, it's about how I so desperately want to stay in watching anime with you on Friday nights, show you places that I like, figure out what makes you tick and hear you complain about work to me at the end of the day"

You couldn't deny all those things souded amazing, and that you also wanted all of it with Noah.

"I'm afraid that if we do this, I might never get enough of you", you whispered to him.

"I might never get enough of you either. Good thing I have an infinite amount of kisses to give you"

The voice from the day in the garage, telling you to just enjoy this, came back in full force now, overpowering any other nagging thought that is sabotaging you and making you think that you can't have this. You can. You can enjoy your life and you can kiss the boy in front of you, who is pleading to be kissed.

So that's what you did, closing the distance between you, touching your lips to his, tentative at first. Noah was letting you set the pace of the kiss, and soon enough, your hand was on his hair and he used both of his to cup your face.

You couldn't imagine a word where you didn't get to kiss Noah Sebastian. His lips felt like heaven on yours, his hands so delicate on you, conveying all the emotions he talked about earlier. And you could feel every single one of them.

"Why don't you get some clothes from your house and we make good on the watching animes until late thing I told you about?", he asked you, lips still lightly pressed to yours, barely leaving space for the words to leave his mouth.

"I don't know, I think I live too far away", you joked, but you didn't want the night to end either. Other than kissing you for the first time, he also got to see your house for the first time that night, as you invited him in, grabbing a backpack and stuffing it with things you would need for the night. As you looked at him, sat on your bed, eyes looking over your room, you thought that you could get used to the sight of him in your house, your bedroom, your life.

Fun fact: the reader's car is a Cutlass because Son's of Anarchy is one my favorite series, and my queen Tara owns a Cutlass <3

[cbsxreader]

could i please have the mercs with someone who has severe trypanophobia, to the point of going into a fight or flight response upon being exposed to needles? sorry if this is dumb or otherwise Bad

Sorry that this took a while!!! 😭 Also, I don't know much about having phobias n stuff so, sorry if I wrote anything wrong

Mercs with an S/o who has severe trypanophobia

Cw: Needles, trypanophobia

Scout

Scout acts like he isn't afraid of needles himself and says they're not that bad, but in reality he has a fear of them too. So, he isn't too confused about his S/o's phobia.

Distracts his S/o by doing tricks and small stunts to get their mind off of the fact that they're getting a shot. Even if it rarely works or doesn't work at all, Scout doesn't give up on his S/o.

If they freak out, Scout freaks out too and there's not a chance either of them calm down. After a single appointment, Scout completely understands just how much his S/o is freaked out by needles. Also, they both go out to get something to eat to put the appointment behind them.

Soldier

Doesn't really understand why his S/o is so afraid of needles, like, not at all. He's seen and experienced way worse than a single, little prick to the skin and he doesn't understand what his S/o finds so scary in it.

Even if Soldier doesn't understand their fear, he still comes to appointments at their request. While he remains non-bothered, his S/o internally worries.

When Soldier actually sees how afraid his S/o is and how they cling to him for dear life, he goes wild and throws away and destroys all needles on sight.

Pyro

Is afraid of needles too, though not as much as their S/o. Pyro doesn't completely freak out, they're just a bit nervous. So when their S/o tells them they have a phobia of needles, they feel very sympathetic.

They try gifting their S/o a plush toy they can hold while getting a shot, maybe something to squeeze or pet while trying to stay calm. Sometimes that plush can be Pyro! They're more than happy to see their S/o overcome their anxiety even a little bit for the better good.

Pyro even tries to motivate their S/o by sucking up their own fear of getting shots and try to show that it's not so bad. Doesn't matter if it actually encourages their S/o or not, they're not forcing them to at all.

Demoman

Not a big fan of needles either. Though it's just a feeling of uneasy-ness and he shies away from the doctor if he needs to get a shot. So, he understands his S/o's fear of needles.

Demo might try to reason with the doctor if there's any way for him to hold his S/o still as they get their shot. It's all for their better health, even though he does feel a bit bad about restraining his S/o.

Demo praises his S/o and lets them know how proud he is of them after an appointment. All he wants to see is his S/o trying to live peacefully with their phobia and even overcome it a tiny bit, so he'll make sure he helps them in that journey.

Heavy

A big, tough man like him can't understand why his S/o is scared of needles which are just quick little pokes in their skin to make them feel better.

Heavy has to hold his S/o in a bear hug every time they go to a doctor's or Medic's office, mainly to catch them if they faint and to hold them still if a fight response gets triggered. They're clinging onto him like their life depends on it.

If his S/o freaks out, Heavy tries to keep them still with his strength, but secretly feels guilty about it. To try to calm them down to endure the prick to their skin, he speaks to them in Russian in a comforting voice to divert their attention.

Engineer

It takes a little while for Engineer to understand his S/o's fear of needles because he's a practical man, but he gets there.

He tries to reason with his S/o, trying to tell them that it's just to make them feel better but he eventually understands it's something more than just a fear.

If he's allowed, he'll hold his S/o's hand to keep them calm when they get a shot. Engie really only understands how bad his S/o's phobia is when he has to handle them as they're hyperventilating and panicking.

Medic

He doesn't know why his S/o freezes up and doesn't respond to him when they stumble into his lab. He stares at them in confusion before realizing what he has on a stool right next to him.

Medic scurries to hide them in a cabinet and welcomes his S/o in. If they've gone into a panicked state, he tries his best to calm them down

If his S/o wants to spend time with him but he's performing a surgery and needs to use a needle, he motions with his hand for his S/o to look away. Though they can still get a bit nervous.

Overall, it's made him dapper up his lab for his S/o to not freak out. Maybe he understands and doesn't understand his S/o's fear of needles at the same time because "It's just a little prick", but he tries, that's what matters.

Sniper

Sniper kind of understands his S/o's fear of needles because he's not the biggest fan of them either. Not to the point of being terrified but more like a slightly displeased feeling of when he needs a shot.

Will come to his S/o's appointments just to make them feel more safe. Sniper can only pull them closer to himself when they grip his forearm.

Awkwardly fumbles when his S/o actually freaks out and tries to calm them down by soothing them and petting their scalp. If he needs to, he will hold his S/o so they can get their shot.

Spy

Spy mostly understands why they're afraid, he's sort of the most understanding too, because he knows phobias can't easy to overcome and can't be controlled at times.

Promises his S/o to give them something nice like chocolates and stuff after an appointment. Basically, if his S/o tries to overcome their anxiety, even if it's just them shaking but not completely freaking out, he congratulates them and praises them that they tried to do something about their phobia.

If his S/o starts to panic because they've been exposed to needles, Spy will be quick to react and will try to calm them down the best way he can. He mainly talks French to them in a soothing voice to try to calm them down and reason with them.

[banquetwriter]

this might be too angsty 😭

but can you do one where the reader has chronic anxiety and is literally house bound most of the time because of how bad it gets and johnnie just helps them through it

୨୧ brittle breathes ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ panic attacks, extreme anxiety 

summary: ʚ reader’s chronic anxiety binds them to their house but Johnnie is able to save them ɞ

Words: 1452

An: sorry it's taking me so long to write i can't help it lol 

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Every day has felt the same to you. You wake up and immediately doom scroll on your phone. Your brain is hyper-fixating on every bad comment you receive. You eventually get off Twitter and turn on YouTube. The torment doesn't end there.

You turn on someone who has consistent uploads, better looking than you, and overall is just better at your job. You feel so sick. Constantly nausea, your hands and feet are freezing, and your brain seems like you mushed it into pieces. 

It had been weeks since you had last uploaded on your channel. It wasn't so bad at first. You felt less anxious at home so you just stayed in more. Unfortunately, it has its talons in you. You could never leave the house anymore.

You were sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You hadn't gotten ready in weeks either, posting the occasional post on your Instagram story of something random. 

It wasn't like your fans hadn't noticed, hell everyone in your life had noticed. Your boyfriend Johnnie had asked what was going on with you lately, and he saw it. Of course, he saw it. The light in your eyes slowly dimmed. 

The way you wouldn't do anything anymore. Your interest didn't excite you anymore, you never ate anymore, and the most worrying thing was you'd stopped hanging out with him. 

He knew how hard anxiety could be on a person and how he wanted to help but he also knew how fragile people can be in this head space.

You had dried tears staining your cheeks as you scrolled through Twitter. You were looking at any tweet with your name involved in it. You were just a sad little lump on the couch. It was pathetic really. 

Your heart jumped as a notification went through that Johnnie started a live stream on Twitch. You had forgotten he was going to stream tonight. You clicked on it saying hi in chat. 

“Ahh fuck my settings are all messed up hold on guys,” Johnnie mumbled moving closer to his screen and clicking around. You giggle watching his fans say hi to you in chat. “Alright sorry guys,” he says, sitting up and looking at the chat. 

“Wait, is y/n in chat? A bunch of people are saying hi,” he says looking at the chat zoom bye. You smile to yourself already feeling calmer just by listening to his voice. “Yes, I am ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” you type in the chat. You watch him read the chat and smile to himself. 

He hides his blush by putting his hand over his mouth. The whole interaction made you giggle. He was the only thing that ever made you feel good anymore. You knew that wasn't healthy but you couldn't help it. You texted a black heart emoji to Johnnie.

You sat and watched the stream for a bit longer at some point while Johnnie stopped for a second to respond to your text. ‘Love you nerd’ he said with a heart emoji as well. He smiled down at his phone before realizing he was still streaming and had to keep them entertained. 

He came to a slow point in his stream so he looked over at his chat. “Why isn't y/n posting?” he asked, reading a fan’s words. Your heart skipped a beat. “Um, they are just having a hard time right now. They will be back soon though don't worry,” he answers, it was a true statement.

It just stung that your fans were reaching out to him about you. Johnnie would never make you feel guilty about this of course he understood, it's just you felt like such a burden on him because of this. 

You snapped back into reality, Johnnie had continued his stream and the chat slowly moved on from the topic. You had to do something about this. It was consuming your life.

You swiped away from Twitch and pulled up your messages with Johnnie. ‘Can you come over after the stream?’ you asked. If you were going to get out of this you were going to need help to do it. You had the stream pulled back up again. 

Johnnie was looking down at your phone. ‘I will get an Uber right now.’ was a text Johnnie sent you. You sat up reading the message on the top of your screen. “Hey guys I'm actually going to have to end stream early,” he said looking up from his phone.

You watched the chat as they started to freak out at the sudden end. Well, this wasn't how you wanted things to go. “Everything is ok. I just realized I have something to do.” he murmurs closing all the tabs on his computer going to full screen.

You turn the stream off, your heart pounding. Guilt flooding your veins. You stood up only worsening your dizzy state. You fumbled into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. You failed, however.

You never made it to the sink. Your brain is racing and your mind is melting. A panic attack flows over your bones and into your soul. Your phone is lost somewhere you don't remember. 

Your breath in rapid paces as you can't make anything out. The lack of oxygen fuels your state. Tears start to pool out of your eyes, you start to sob. The crying mixed with the rapid breath causes you to lose all the air you had.

You can't breathe anymore. Any semblance of being able to return to normal is gone. You fall onto your hands and knees scratching at your throat in immense panic. You try to scream or kick or anything that can save you. 

You don't even hear when Johnnie uses the key you gave him to enter your home. Finding you thrashing on your kitchen floor, tears falling from your eyes. “Y/n?” he yells dropping to the floor with you. 

“What's wrong?” he yells trying to see your face. He manages to grab the side of your face and hold it up. “Can't… breathe,” you mumble, your face starting to lose color. 

“You're ok,” he says looking at you. He isn't able to say it with much conviction. His words betrayed his face as it flooded with worry. You try and fail to return your breathing to normal. Johnnie sees you struggle. 

“Try and follow mine,” he says, unsure of how to help you. You nod your head trying to listen to his breathing. It wasn't any use if you couldn't hear him properly. You hold your hand on his chest, you can feel his exhale and inhale. You could feel his lungs fill with air. 

You tried your best to mimic him. Closing your eyes eventually works. Eventually, you feel your worry melt away, like snow when the weather warms up. It leaves and melts from your body.

Your body relaxes and the tension falls. Johnnie watches as you slowly return back to normal. He brings his hand up to your face and holds you close. You lean into his touch. Your body is slouching.

He wraps his arms around you, holding your body up. “Johnnie?” you ask quietly. The tiredness ebs its way into your body. “Yeah? I'm here. I'm here.” he says slowly. “I need your help. Or someone's I'm not sure. I don't think I can trust anyone else with this.” you whispered to him.

“What's wrong? What can I do?” he asks, moving the hair that fell into your face away. “I have been rotted away by anxiety. I can't leave my house, I can't eat, I cannot do anything anymore. I haven't posted in god knows how long.” you cry standing up and away from him.

He sits up to watch you pace through your apartment. “I can't eat or sleep or talk to anyone without my entire world collapsing. Which isn't helping, it's just making me more anxious.” you cry, pulling at the sides of your face in frustration. 

“What can I do? How can I help you?” he asks while walking up to you. You stop your pacing, before abruptly pulling him into a hug. “I need to start seeing a therapist or something else, I need you to help me,” you whispered into his ear. 

He pulls away, only a little, to see your face. “We can do that for you. I'm sure it's going to get better if you start slowly, ok?” he whispers back. You smile at him sweetly. 

It was going to be hard but little by little you were going to take your life back. You were going to be able to do it with Johnnie. 

[jolapeno]

hello, hi, hola ✨

JO'S PSA ANNOUNCEMENT

and a little explanation. so I hope you’ll forgive me for taking up your time (especially after celebrating non stop). and I know only a bit ago I moved hope they caught us to a two-weekly upload, but I’m actually going to put it on a hiatus.

this wasn't something i found easy, but i'm trying to learn from 2023 jo and if any of you were here then, you know i slowly burnt out forcing myself to do something.

[more info under the cut 💁‍♀️ (if interested)]

I still like the story, and I still love my plan—but I’m struggling to execute it. it's making me feel stressed, and I don’t want to force myself to put something out I’m not happy with, or come to regret either.

and there has always been something about the story that made me nervous? at first, I thought it was because it was new, and it would go away, but honestly, it kinda didn’t? and so i pushed on because I've loved what I had already put out.

so then, I thought maybe that’s just me? maybe I’m running out of ideas or thinking too deeply?

and then I wrote in my room (the javi one shot) and began to write 'do me yourself' (which was meant to be a one shot) and realised that isn't the case at all. if anything, it kinda showed me that I’m trying to force a square into a rectangle hole — and while it does fit, it’s not fitting as well as it could.

I thought the break between chapters (because of DMY) would help, but if anything, it’s made that feeling I have stand out even more.

so, I am not abandoning it, but more, taking longer to work on it when I want to — and without the pressure.

i can now spend time working through knots and oddities without feeling like i'm letting you all down. so when I do begin posting (whenever that will be) I can be consistent for both you and myself.

for now, I’m going to take this week off from a consistent upload (I’ll likely still drabble, and probably end up doing more than I even should) and Tuesday 20th will be do me yourself — with that becoming the weekly series for a while (the frankie fans rejoice).

if you know me, you know this wasn’t an easy thing to decide, and I know i don't even need to even justify this with a long arse post - like it's on hiatus, big deal? but, i'm anxious. I care a lot, and I care about being consistent and showing up. and so, while I do feel a bit bad, guilty, sad that I’m doing this, i know it's also the right thing.

I hope you can understand, and I hope that you’ll stick around for sunny ✨

[familyvideostevie]

october twenty-ninth

day twenty-nine: eddie munson a stranger gives you his jacket | rockstar!eddie, flirting, fluff | 1k

God, it's cold. But you can breathe a little better outside the bar than inside, pressed in on all side by fans of the music lineup tonight. Out here it's just you and the wind.

The main band hasn't even gone on yet but it's packed in there, your friends waiting for you to return near the front of the stage. You're not looking forward to wading back to them. Would it make you a bad friend if you just went home right now? They'd understand, right?

“Fuck me,” you mutter. A shiver snakes its way through you.

You've never even heard of the main act. You really need to decide now — you left your coat at coat check and you're getting colder by the second. You creep around the side of the building so you're in the alley, which is a bit more protected by the wind than the front.

The side door of the bar opens and a guy practically spills out onto the pavement next to you.

He doesn't seem to see you. How could he, through that cloud of hair? At least he's in a leather jacket. Damn, it looks warm. He shoves some hair from his face and you see that he's got eyeliner on.

Oh. Was he in one of the bands that already played? He looks the type. All black, ripped jeans, heavy boots. His fingers sport heavy looking silver rings. You weren't paying much attention before this, but you don't think you've seen him before. You'd remember.

He pulls out a cigarette from behind his ear and goes to light it when he finally spots you.

“Oh, sorry,” he says. “Didn't know the alley was, uh, occupied.”

You wave your hand nervously. Nervous? Why are you nervous all of a sudden? Must be the cold. “No, no, it's fine. I'm probably not supposed to be here.”

“Well, I won't tell. Do you mind?” He holds up his cigarette.

“Go ahead.”

He flicks his lighter along his thigh, lights the cig, and takes a long drag, blowing away from you.

“You okay?”

You blink. He's asking you?

“I'm fine.” It comes out wobbly and the guy must think so too, because his brow furrows and he looks back towards the door he came from.

“You sure? Nothing happened? I can get someone, if you want, or call someone if you need help —”

His worry makes you feel a little guilty. You really should just go back inside.

“I just needed some air,” you say, interrupting him. He looks a little skeptical, but hums as if in understanding and takes another drag.

“It can be a lot, huh?”

Somehow you feel like this guy doesn't think it's a lot. He's just being nice.

“Yeah,” you agree. “The music is good, though. I just…I'm not great with crowds.”

“Understandable. The assholes here can get kind of rowdy.” He chews on his lip. “I'm Eddie, by the way.” You tell him your name. He really is handsome. Like the kind of guy you don't want to fuck with but also the kind of guy who smiles at dogs and babies. Weird.

“I might bail, actually,” you say. “My friends really love the main act but I don't know them.”

He perks up at that. “They're okay,” he says, smirking. “You might like them.”

That makes you laugh, for some reason.

“Want some gum?” Eddie asks.

“What?”

“Chewing gum makes me less nervous sometimes,” he says. “Takes my mind off of what I'm nervous about.”

“Oh,” you say. “Sure.”

He pulls out a small pack from his jacket pocket and hands you one. Just then a gust of wind rips through the alley and you shiver.

“Holy shit,” he says. “I didn't even realize how cold you must be. Fuck, here —”

He shucks off his leather jacket and you try to refuse.

“No, Eddie, I'm fine, really —”

“Seriously, sweetheart,” he says. “You freezing would really undermine my whole strategy to make you feel better.”

It's the pet name that sells you. You slide into the jacket. It really is warm and smells like tobacco and cologne.

“Thank you,” you say. He shrugs like it's nothing, but now he's the one shivering. He's in a shirt with cut off sleeves and you can see his muscles, see the tattoos scattered over his bare skin. “Oh, shit, now you'll be cold —”

He waves you off. “Don't worry about me.”

“Okay. I won't.”

He laughs, really laughs, head thrown back and howling.

The door he came out of opens and someone calls his name. “Eddie, come on!”

“Shit,” he mutters. He drops his cigarette and stamps it out with his boot. “You gonna go home?”

You blink. “I might stay.” You tug his jacket tighter around you. “Should I? Do you think the band is worth it?”

His eyes sparkle and you feel like you're missing something.

“They have some good songs,” he says. “They're decent. I'd give them a chance, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say. “I trust you. Here, your jacket —”

He heads for the door without it. “Nah,” he says. “Keep it. Means I might see you again.”

You probably resemble a goldfish when he winks and slips back into the bar through the side door.

Yeah, you aren't going home. Maybe you can find him inside once the music is over.

Eddie's flirting and his jacket fuel you as you head back into the bar and push through the crowds to find your friends right at the front.

“There you are!” one cries. “You almost missed it. They're going to start soon!”

“You're going to love the lead singer, he's so handsome. He plays guitar and —”

“Wait, where did you get that jacket?”

The lights in the bar dim before you can answer and people start cheering. The band walks onstage, just dark blurs until the lights go back up and —

Oh my god. It's the guy from the alley. It's Eddie. He's the lead singer. They're okay your ass.

His black-lined eyes scan the crowd until he finds you and winks again.

Your friends lose their minds.

“Helllllllo,” Eddie shouts. “We are Corroded Coffin!” The bar erupts into screams. “This first one goes out to the jacket stealers of the world.” The drummer counts down and the music starts.

Oh, you will certainly be seeing him again.

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[lollytea]

Unfortunately due to TOH being cut short by Disney a lot of character arcs and more storyline could not be fully fleshed out and finished as Dana had to wrap up everybody’s story in just a few episodes

I'm fully aware that Disney's intervention is responsible for a lot of the plotlines getting suffocated. Which is why I don't think it's fair to go harassing crew members with "why didn't THIS happen??" and all that, because nobody really knows what they endured working on those final episodes and how much they had to cut and rewrite. But from things Dana has said, it was likely a very stressful and exhausting experience. So I don't like to make assumptions about the crew being incompetent. Nobody knows how the season WOULD have turned out if they had been granted full creative freedom and breathing room to develop it to their hearts content.

However, me not directing personal ire towards the crew doesn't mean that I think that the show is immune to criticism. Its flawed. It might not be entirely the crew's fault but that doesn't mean we can't talk about how it's flawed. If anything, I think acknowledging and dissecting its weaknesses is a good learning opportunity for what we should consider when creating our own stories.

Season 3 is a bit of a mess. There's good stuff. There's some less than good stuff. I think ultimately, as a story about Luz, King and Eda, it knocks it out of the park. When they were left with no other option, they decided to prioritize the writing of their three protagonists and I think that was the correct choice.

But I've been thinking about the three specials and how they stand on their own, quality wise, and honestly, there's valid criticism to be said that is completely unrelated to the shortening.

Bear in mind that the crew has known since Follies that the show was getting cut short and they needed to start wrapping up loose ends. So it's not like they started writing Thanks to Them believing it was the first of 20+ more episodes. They knew that they were going to be writing a 40 minute special. So the execution had to be tight, concise and satisfying, right?

Well...it was....weird. Definitely fun. Good for fan service. The main hook was the witch kids navigating the human world in their dorky witchy way. And initially, that was enough. But once the novelty of that wears off and we focus on the plot of the special, what do we have left?

Thanks to Them is very guilty of lore baiting. Dropping in stuff that they know damn well that they're never going to elaborate on, leaving the audience with a feeling of intrigue that is never going to be satiated.

I personally think that is just bad writing. They knew they didn't have a full season 3 and rather than rewrite the means of which the hexsquads finds answers, they still made the choice to drop in what are most likely vague ideas from the initial draft.

I think, if they had no intention of developing it in future specials, there was no point to that scene of Masha telling the Wittebane story. It was just...filler. To stretch out the running time. Which is....kind of precious. Only 40 minutes. If you're obsessive enough about lore, you already knew the story from the Hollow Mind paintings. That scene was for casual viewers. Which is useless, because there's no point in casual viewers learning about Evelyn and Caleb because it never went anywhere.

Also. I personally think that if there was any value to learning the Wittebane lore without making it plot relevant, it would be for the sake of character development. We wanted to know how the kids would react to this knowledge.

Well how did they react?

*Shrug* They seemed a little unnerved but they kinda forgot about it the second they got off the hayride.

So what was the point of all that? What was the point?

Is it because we wanted "Goodbye, Evelyn," to be more of gut punch?

Was it worth it? Was "Goodbye, Evelyn" worth it? We know fucking nothing about Evelyn.

I think the rebus was a stupid and lazy means for the kids to discover Titan's blood. You introduce this mysterious object that was hidden under the floorboards and then you just use it as a plot device.

When the kids uncover the rebus and find the secret code inside, the viewer is not thinking about how it can be used as a means to an end (finding blood) The viewer is thinking "what the fuck is that thing and how did it get there and how did Flapjack know it was there?"

Questions that will not be answered <333

ALL IM SAYING is that I'm sure the crew could have come up with another way for the kids to have a Titan's blood treasure hunt. Maybe they could have dug a little more into the history of Gravesfield and follow leads on weird things happening on this one spot in the graveyard (which turns out to be because there's magical energy there, revealed when Luz realizes she can use glyphs)

I just think that if you're gonna leave the mystery box a mystery, you shouldn't have included it.

And I know. Its subtle storytelling. There's elements of what could have been a far more complex story and they're leaving hints of it here and there.

Well the thing about that is I think the hints are very unsatisfying and weaken the episode's plot significantly.

Also I don't think they should get to just pick and choose what parts of the lore are subtle and what parts are ham-fisted.

YES we are going to be reminded like three times that Flapjack is being secretive and hiding things from Hunter.

NO we are never going to get a payoff for that because he gets shanked and dies first.

BUT!! BUT!! If you squint, its IMPLIED that Flapjack belonged to Evelyn and blah blah blah

You don't get to rub things in the audience face and then choose to be all subtle about it at the last minute. Pick one or the other.

Anyway....I think they could have written Thanks to Them as more of an intriguing and suspenseful horror mystery where they spend forty minutes gathering clues and everything finally clicks together at the very end. That's not what we got.

We got a very weak attempt on the Hexsquad's part to be little detectives, but like a minute of screen time was devoted to them dicking around in a library, a costume shop, and a zoo.

I don't think we can blame the shortening for this.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Are there any kinks that Cooper had but Barb thought were gross?

Or any kinks Barb had that Cooper thought were gross?

I genuinely cannot envision Barb being into a single thing that Cooper doesn't at least go along with, honestly. We see that he's clearly a very accommodating partner; he loves her so much and would do anything to see her happy and satisfied, including engage in some kinks that aren't necessarily his thing. Seeing her all worked up and turned on because he's going along with what she wants is more than enough reward for him. Somewhat of a side note: I see Barb as a person who is fairly vanilla, but might be into some sadomasochism/pain play (both giving and receiving) as a way to blow off steam. She's the kind of person who thrives under pressure, but would have some kind of "vice" she uses in secret to deal with the stress. Does she not seem like she'd be a really good, forceful, mean domme?

I think if something she requested truly put him off (for example, if she wanted him to really hurt her physically, I don't think he'd go along with it) he wouldn't have any problem communicating that, but I think he'd also be open to finding some way around his discomfort. Maybe they try an adapted version of whatever it is, or they watch porn of it and he takes care of her. More than anything, Barb enjoys consistency, and she enjoys having control. Coop enjoys seeing Barb happy, first and foremost; his specific preferences don't necessarily matter to him as much as her happiness and satisfaction.

Besides...the few times he tried to sort of experiment with things he'd been keeping close to the chest, she didn't react very warmly.

Cooper, in my mind, leans more towards the "sexually exploratory" side of the spectrum. Barb's fond of a bit of a routine when it comes to getting busy, unless she's had a really bad day, but you get this man even a little too horny or intoxicated and he's pulling stunts like trying to suck your toes (a mistake he only made with her once...she accidentally kicked him in the nose in response and nearly broke it) or trying to drag you out onto the balcony to bend you over so the whole neighborhood can hear/watch him fuck you. Things like this are just not her style, and once he's felt that out about her, he generally doesn't even bring them up. No need to make her feel guilty/uncomfortable, and no need to make himself feel ostracized for what turns him on when it doesn't hurt anyone.

They also joke through much of their marriage about his affection for bringing his lasso into the bedroom. Barb isn't much of a fan of being tied up, herself, but she humors him from time to time and plays damsel to make him happy. She's very fond, however, of tying him up, once he teaches her the knots.

I think the divorce (as well as the knowledge that the looming threat of nuclear devastation is much more real than most people know) would reshape Cooper's outlook on a lot of things, including dating and sex. I've discussed how he wouldn't necessarily be looking to date, but if he met the right person...we know he's such a lover boy. There's no way he wouldn't find love again if someone kind and compatible came along.

And, frankly, I think sexual compatibility would be a large part of that spark with a new partner. I think he'd want someone who wouldn't shy away from how he expresses his love and attraction, physically, someone who wouldn't shame him for his desires. You may not know some of the things he wants to do even exist, but he's patient. Why shouldn't he do things on a whim when the two of you are taking one another apart? If the world might end tomorrow, why shouldn't he try the things he's always secretly fantasized about?

[gotinterest]

I Want To Watch Kamen Rider, Which Season Do I Pick?

I'm going to focus on Heisei Era shows because those are the easiest to access and the ones most fans have watched so it's easy to find people to talk to about them. Every season of Kamen Rider is a different story with a different cast and vibe, so determining which season you should start on is largely dependent upon your personal taste. This list is based mostly on the shows I have watched or know a lot about, so it's not exhaustive. Some shows will be listed under more than one category, just depending upon what might be most important to you. Guide is located under the read more!

DO NOT START HERE: Kamen Rider Decade, Kamen Rider Zi-O, Kamen Rider Gaim. Decade and Zi-O are anniversary shows that lean HEAVILY upon Rider lore and referencing past seasons. You don't need to watch those seasons to understand the story, BUT you may get spoiled on key plot points from past seasons by watching them. Gaim is on here because it is almost universally hated and thought of as a terrible show.

WARNINGS FOR THE SHOWS RECOMMENDED HERE: Kamen Rider Blade is heavy in the flashing lights department and the opening in particular is known to bother photosensitive folks! All the seasons have flashing lights, but Blade is the one that people have straight up said they couldn't watch through because of how many flashing lights there are.

Kamen Rider Kuuga has a pretty gross transmisogynistic caricature in two of the episodes.

Kamen Rider OOO has a cafe that is nicknamed the "cultural appropriation cafe" by fans because the servers are frequently made to dress up in outfits from other cultures and it can be a bit offensive from time to time. It's not the worst I've seen in terms of "people dressing up as other cultures" and there isn't any black face or brown face but I still felt it worth mentioning since the cafe is a major part of the show.

Kamen Rider Faiz has a black character in it for a few episodes who is written in a way that gives "big dangerous strong black guy" stereotype. It's uncomfortable to watch.

RECOMMENDATIONS:

I don't really like kid's shows and I'd prefer something a little more mature: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Hibiki (eps. 1-29 only). If you are looking for a show that feels more mature, these are where you should start. The pacing of these shows is a bit slower and more thoughtful. Kuuga and Ryuki are both HIGHLY beloved. Kuuga is good if you really like monster of the week shows, Ryuki is more for you "overarching story driven" types. Ryuki is a bit more silly in places than Kuuga, but largely maintains a serious tone. Hibiki is very creative and experimental, but it doesn't really give you an accurate picture of what most Kamen Rider seasons are like because it is very different. BUT if you can't stand musicals do not watch Hibiki. ALSO stop watching Hibiki on ep. 29. After that there was a show runner change and the end of the show sucks. Ep.29 is largely considered a satisfying enough end to the show.

I like mature themes and concepts, but I'm fine with kids show silliness: Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider W. If you constantly feel guilty for wanting things and taking up space, watch OOO. If you had a rough childhood and complicated feelings about your family watch W. If you want to watch a show about war, watch Build.

I love kid's shows give me silliness and fun!: Everything recommended in the second category + Kamen Rider Den-O, Kamen Rider Fourze. Den-O is a time travel story that is heavy on slapstick humor and has a lot of heart. You may have seen a a red horned guy named Momotaros dramatically swing his leg up to rest it on the bench of a booth- that's from this show. Fourze is a high school story about friendship and space!

I like to watch things that are bad but also good: Kamen Rider Blade. You can basically ignore almost the entire lore built up in the first half of the show. The writers certainly do. If you've seen people memeing on a guy named Tachibana... this is that show. This show is very easy to post about. Deeply funny but not on purpose in many places.

I want to watch one of the ones that are especially known for homoeroticism: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Blade, Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider Faiz. Blade isn't initially very homoerotic until it very much is. Kuuga is for you if you want a more sweet and sincere vibe. OOO, Ryuki, and Build are more for if you like watching men bicker with each other homoerotically. Ryuki also contains a couple of side characters who read very much as a domestic couple (if you are big into the "loyal dog" type dynamic you will enjoy these two). Faiz is for you star-crossed lovers enjoyers that can also tolerate a stunning amount of heterosexual love drama (Blade is also a bit star-crossed). Watch Blade if you want to have a very personal grudge against a bench for the rest of your life. Kuuga and OOO are the most homoerotic.

I like weird shows where I don't know what the fuck is going on: Kamen Rider Kabuto, Kamen Rider Blade. If you watched Hannibal and were really into the way they talked and made a bunch of food, watch Kabuto.

I want something that leans more into horror: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Agito. Kuuga can lean pretty hard into horror in places. Agito is a bit lighter, but still has more of a horror vibe to it.

I like mystery stories: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Agito, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider W. There are other seasons with elements of mystery, but these are the ones where the mystery really takes more of a front seat. W in particular is actually a noir-inspired.

I want to watch the one with that blond curly haired Ankh guy that I keep seeing on my dash: Kamen Rider OOO

I want something that's a bit artsy and I also like or don't mind musical numbers: Kamen Rider Hibiki (eps. 1-29 only). The only Kamen Rider season where characters regularly break out into song. The sound track, editing style, and aesthetic of the show are so unique. Really strongly written. Do not watch past ep. 29 because of studio mandated changes ruining everything that made it worth watching.

I want to get a good intro to Kamen Rider: Kamen Rider W, Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider Agito. Kamen Rider W and Kamen Rider OOO are considered great starter seasons. They give you a pretty good feel for Kamen Rider's formula while overall being pretty solid shows. Build gives you a good vibe for how Kamen Rider seasons with bigger casts feel while giving a good balance of serious and silly. It also gives you a bit of a better feel for what some more recent Kamen Rider seasons are like stylistically. Kamen Rider Agito is just a solid early Heisei show that gives you a feel for the tone of a lot of early Heisei shows WHILE also being a good starter show for you to dip your toes into the works of the infamous Toshiki Inoue. Inoue is a prolific writer of tokusatsu shows that most fans have a love/hate relationship with. He is the main writer for several Kamen Rider seasons, specials, and movies and has written several episodes even in shows that he wasn't the main writer for.

WHERE TO WATCH:

Legally: Ryuki and Kuuga (along with the original Kamen Rider from the 70's which is good cheesy fun) can be streamed on Tubi (at least in the US). If you understand Japanese and have a VPN (or are in Japan) I believe most of the seasons are on Hulu.

*I actually wouldn't recommend watching Kuuga FOR THE FIRST TIME on Tubi because the Grongi subtitles are baked in and you can't turn them off. I strongly believe that a key part of the first watch experience is not being able to understand the Grongi, as was the original intention of the show's creators. You can buy the blu-rays for Kuuga and toggle the Grongi subtitles if you really think its worth it to spend the money*

Alternative: You can watch them on most illegal streaming sites, lol. The only season I've seen where that has been an issue so far is Den-O, with the uploads being kinda wonky and partially missing.

There is... another source but I shan't link to it directly here (loose lips sink ships!) Please reach out to your nearest Kamen Rider blogger for the goods.

[daxerian]

Hard times

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: swearing, kinda toxic relationship, translated french and spanish

Words: 8.6k

A/n: I kinda enjoyed writing this😜

When y/n and Charles broke up in 2022 fans were shocked. They wanted to know what happend between their favourite couple that they have been in love for the whole 7 years they have dated.

When they broke up only Charles posted a story that said "there's no bad blood between us, we broke up in good terms. So please respect the privacy of y/n and our daughters, love Charles" and stuff like that you know? Well y/n didn't post anything because she knew that Charles made that up.

They ended their relationship in a fight. Arguing about the twins and then the breaking point of the relationship between the two happened.

"They've been to the paddock multiple times, I don't get it. Why can't they come now?" Charles spoke rather harshly on y/n, "Charles they've only been to the GP's that are hosted in Europe not America! They are 4 not 10 to spend 14 hours flying to Vegas" y/n only told him the truth and Charles knew that but something just bad just clicked inside of him. "Well if you weren't such a bad mother to them, you would let them come with me" and when that sentence came out of his mouth, he knew he just ended something beautiful.

"Oh" y/n said, of course she was hurt by the man she loved for nearly a decade. "No, Mon Chéri I didn't mean it like that" now feeling guilty he tried to apologize to her but he also knew that he fucked up and she wasn't going to take any apologies, "You call me a bad mother? I gave up my life in Spain just to move here so I could support your career, I left my whole family behind my back just to live with you in Monaco and travel with you so I could always be there for you and you call me like that? The mother of your children? You should be disgusted by yourself Charles" and of course Charles stayed quiet, finding himself crying too but the thing that broke him was when he saw the two little girls listening to their argument in the hallway.

"Oh mes doux anges" (oh my sweet angels) Charles said with hope that they didn't hear a lot, "Papa why is mami screaming?" Stella asked while Anastasia was quiet. "Me and papa were just talking about uhm life!" y/n made an excuse trying to convince the twins that everything is okay. "No you weren't" Ana said, and when she said that it was over because Ana is the quiet twin so when she said that then the explaining had to come.

"Well me and mami had a hard time deciding about something" Charles said, "But why are you crying? And why is mami crying too?" Stella asked. "We didn't agree on the same thing and that made us sad Stelly" y/n answered her eldest daughter. "But you said you left home to be here" Ana said, "Mami said that because she's angry, now come on let's get you both to bed, Il est tard" (it's late) Charles said. "buenas noches mis niñas" (good night my girls).

*next day*

The twins were spending the day with Arthur and Lorenzo so that Charles with y/n can discuss things.

"So what are we going to do?" Charles asked, "The twins heard us fighting, you called me a bad mother, and I don't think we can just say sorry and love eachother again like that argument never happened"

"I said i'm sorry for calling that" Charles started to get a bit angry and y/n didn't know why, he never got mad when people told him the truth so what's happening in his head is a mystery. "You think an apology can fix what you said?" y/n asked, "Why shouldn't it?", "Why shouldn't it? It's like what if I told you that you are a bad father that doesn't try his best, what if I told you your whole career is a joke, what if-" y/n couldn't even finish her sentence because Charles snapped at her, "You know I'm fucking trying to be there for our children" Charles is now raising his voice but for what reason? Y/n doesn't know "But are you trying enough? Were you here when they were sick with an infection? Or when they were crying that they miss you? No! You were away Charles, you didn't even bother to call for 2 weeks" It was now y/n’s turn to raise her voice at him. And Charles knew she was right so he stayed quiet.

"Charles I love you, and I always will. But I don't think this relationship is going anywhere with the arguments we've created over the past months" the anger that was in both of them faded out quicly. "No, please anything but this, y/n think about the twins, I-" Charles couldn't even find the words anymore, he knew he wasn't the greatest fiancé in the world but he tried to be there for her, for their children, for anybody. "It's the best for us, I won't move to Spain because of the children, I will stay here so we can be in contact and they can be with their papa and create memories" y/n said with all the hope that she had left for their relationship.

"And take this" she also added, "Are you sure?" Charles asked and also hoping she would keep the engagment ring he proposed with. "Yes take it Charles, there's no point in keeping it" y/n answered. "Okay, but how are we going to tell the twins" Charles asked rather sadly. "I don't know Charles" they made an eye contant and just like that, they knew exactly what to do.

They had to pretend that they are still together.

It was easy at first, Charles was sleeping in the guest room and y/n in their room, and in the morning Charles went to their bedroom and layed down again because the twins always went to their for the morning cuddles.

But then it came down to the end. Stella found Charles sleeping in the guest room.

Y/n tried to explain but Stella wouldn't listen to her, so she knew she had to tell her the truth. "Stelly me and papa got into difficult situation" and Little Stella was curious why her parents had difficulties between each other so, she answered her mami that it's okay and went to wake up her twin sister.

Later that day when y/n went to buy groceries, the two of them decided to investigate so they simply asked their papa. "Papa?" Ana asked Charles while looking at her twin, "Yes?" Charles answered. "We know you and mami don't love eachother anymore" Ana said and Charles was left speechless.

"What?" Charles asked the 4-year-old, "She said that we know you don't love mami anymore" Stella repeated. "No I love your mami very much" Charles answered trying to make it better. "No, mami told Stella that you-" "Okay stop the investigation and eat your food" Charles quickly ended this conversation.

*a few weeks later*

"Remember to still be kind to mami and then we will see eachother again tomorrow" Charles told the twins after their family time at the yacht. "But we want to see you everyday papa, this is not fair!" Stella basically screamed at her parents, she didn't get it, why were they with mami everyday and why not their papa. "We talked about this Stella, and don't yell at me!" Charles answered her, "But me and Stella want to be with you and mami everyday like before." Ana told Charles and he felt guilty, he felt guilty about that he couldn't save his relationship, and he felt guilty because he felt like he failed as a father.

*4 days later*

"Are you excited to see papa again?" y/n asked her children, "Yes!" both of them answered at the same time. And of course y/n saw how happy they are to finally visit their papa, but y/n couldn't lie and felt that something wrong will happened if they go over to Charles. And she was right.

Y/n knocked on the door and instead of Charles she saw a woman. A significantly younger woman. She looked like a teenager. "Malia!" Ana was happy to see the girl again whilst Stella just looked at her with disgust. "Move Malia, PAPA!"

Stella screamed for her father because she didn't like Malia, she was like evil to her and such an angel to her twin Anastasia. And y/n was curious, she wanted to talk to Charles so she did.

"Charles can we talk?" y/n asked Charles and he instantly understood what she wanted to talk about so he took her to his balcony. "Look I know what you want to talk about, if it's about Malia you can ask" Charles told her but not even making eye contact with her. "How old is she?" "20" Charles answered a bit ashamed. "Look Charles, I can't say anything about who you date but please don't make her think that she can be a new mom for them, please" y/n told him. "I already told her" "I appreciate it Charles."

Even though they didn't made it together as a couple, they will always be soulmates in every single way possible. And will always be parents to their amazing daughters who got them through a lot. They wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even the most expensive diamond, or painting, or anything really. Charles only needed y/n, Stella, and Anastasia. His 3 girls.

A/n: if you get any ideas for stories you can always request them with any driver ❤️ And I hope you enjoyed reading this

[maleyanderecafe]

The Stranger from the Bus Stop (Visual Novel)

Created: puresouldef

Genre: Romance/Horror

I think to be honest, there's only really one "yandere" ending for this game, and that's because the yandere in question kind of gives up if you tell him to go away. Normally I wouldn't really write a recommendation on these types of games, but I do find the idea of him writing on the door pretty intriguing, and the placeholder MC's expressions are pretty funny, so I'm just gonna write about it.

The story starts out with the MC recalling an old coworker called Mari and how she committed suicide. Due to this, the MC feels guilty of not being able to do more to prevent it and promises to themselves to help someone if they ever find someone in need. After work, the MC goes to the bus stop to go home, however finds a strange man waiting at the bus stop. They have the option to talk to him or simply walk home.

Talking to the man leads to them giving him their scarf because they seem cold, before walking home when the bus doesn't arrive. As the next couple of days continue, the MC feels as if someone is watching them, and finds strange numbers being carved into their door, causing them to be stressed. They even call the cops, however, they seem unhelpful and get phone calls from a strange person. They eventually meet the strange man at the bus stop again, whom they talk about the strange occurrences, and he asks if we would want him to walk us home.

Accepting it leads to him following the MC home, where he reveals that he has been stalking them and writing the numbers on their door, pinning them down in the process.

Being a bit more shy, the MC instead finds the man carving numbers on the door. He reveals that the numbers are the dates and times that they have met. The MC, scared, tells them to leave and they promise to never come back. This makes the MC calm down, but wistfully thinking about how the numbers should have been finished on the door.

Similarly, being more bold has the MC call the cops on the man, however, they come too late. They find a ID card in their room, revealing that the man's name is Reis.

Walking home and not interacting with the man leads to a bad ending where the next day, the MC finds out that they committed suicide by running in front of the bus, leaving the MC feeling extremely guilty.

Like I said, there's only really one ending where Reis reveals himself as the yandere, and it is kind of unfortunate he sort of just peace's out when the MC tells him to leave (though, who knows, maybe he's still stalking them and the MC just doesn't notice). Still I think it's a good instance of seeing how exactly the obsession of Reis grows from a simple kind act- which to me is always fun to explore. Reis himself seems more or less harmless, considering he doesn't really do anything very forceful except stalk the MC and carving the dates on the door. Unfortunately we don't get too much else on him other that he must have been really suicidal before the MC showed him some kindness, but it still does show how such a small act really can make someone extremely obsessed over someone.

Normally I'm not the biggest fan of having a black blob of an MC, but I do appreciate the different expressions this MC has. It makes it a lot more entertaining to play and some of the expressions are really funny to look at. Still considering that you're making a game that has the MC emote this much, you'd think you would have a more interesting design for a character. I think it's also nice that the MC has a motivation for being nice to Reis instead of the MC just being standardly nice with very little characterization.

Overall, a good short game. It is a complete game as well, which is pretty rare these days. I think for what it's worth, it was pretty fun. If you are interested in it, please give it a try. The translation is a little wonky at times, but I think it adds to the charm.

[wings-of-ink]

Hi again! Now I'm done with replaying old content and with reading the new chapter!

And damn, I loved it so much!

I have to say, Duri is probably my biggest surprise here. With the character intros, I expected them to be my least favorite RO, but somehow, they "feel" quite different from what I imagined, and I ended up really adoring them! If I wasn't so in love with Oswin, I would certainly have picked them!

Also, "You just bonked a demigod on the nose and lived to tell the tale." has to be one of my favorite lines in an IF ever!

But you know what has me frustrated (not saying that in a bad way)? The fact because of everything that happened, Oswin STILL didn't tell MC what he wanted to tell them nor did he give them that famous gift! I neeeed to know so badly!

On that matter, I've been thinking a lot about what could have caused Oswin to distance himself from the MC the way he did, and so far, I have two main theories - though both may be wrong. I will share but obviously I'm not expecting you to comment on them as that would be spoilery! - First one would be that after the MC started being sick, he felt more and more helpless about that, and his frustration about not being able to help MC ended up translating as him being frustrated WITH MC. As a kid it's possible he didn't think as much on this, but the more he grew up, the more not being able to do anything could have bothered him. And then acting badly with MC could have led him to feel guilty and keep his distances even more. The thing that makes me hesitant about this one though is the fact Lakota already feels that sort of frustration too, and as a healer it makes more sense for him, so I don't know if it would be the same for Oswin. - Second one would be that as he grew up, Oswin started having romantic feelings for the MC, but since he was older than MC - even if both were teens - he felt bad about it, or simply didn't consider the MC could ever reciprocate because of the age gap, which while very small once a person is an adult is way "bigger" for teenagers. In that case, him being frustrated and angry and lashing out may have been a result of him setting himself up for rejection or considering a relationship - even in the future - would be impossible, and thus sort of putting a wall to prevent further damage, even if said wall CAUSED the damage. Though that would highly depend on Oswin canonically having feelings for MC regardless of player's choices when it comes to MC's feelings, and for the time being I really can't tell if that's the case.

Anyway, I'll stop here with the theories cause it's starting to be quite long! But I just need to ask... will we be able to cuddle with Duri again - no matter the form - even if not romancing them? My MC seems compelled to just hug people and animals!

Yay! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!

I was hoping Duri would gain a few more fans with their reveal and it seems that is happening. All the characters are layered, but Duri has some special flavors to discover. They're better experienced in story I think too; they shine a little more true.

And I am so glad you caught that bit with Oswin, my dear! You're the first so far to mention it. Your MC will get the chance to bring that up, don't you worry. He's such a tease sometimes without meaning to be, lol.

I like your take on Oswin, and all I will say (but I won't point to specifics) is that you are on one or more correct paths. Chapter 5 should yield a conversation that will help paint the picture as well. Also thinking I should do some POVs sometime soon, and Oswin has several moments that are well-suited to this.

Duri will be available for cuddles, even the platonic ones in the coming chapters. They're pretty affectionate, especially towards friends.

Thank you for the message my dear, I really enjoyed and appreciated it! ^_^

[ryxiez]

｡ₓ Sick as a… Bunny? ₓ｡

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Genera ➛ sick comfort, fluffy, tiniest bit sad

Paring ➛ sick!Soobin x gn!reader

Word Count ➛ 900

Warnings ➛ nicknames (baby, baby boy, love, my love, bunny, binnie), soobin just has a cold

AN: this is not edited so I apologize for any mistakes in advance

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"Binnie?" You call out as your hand turns the door knob and you enter the dark room.

Only about a half an hour ago you received a text, but it wasn't from Soobin, you hadn't heard from him all day. It was from Beomgyu, who proceeded to inform you about Soobin's current condition.

Hyung has been hung up in his room all day

Apparently he woke with a bad fever, but also every other condition of a cold

He's been begging for us to not tell you, he said he doesn't want you to worry, but he hasn't eaten

Sorry for bothering you, I just can't help but worry about him

It felt like your heart dropped into your stomach when you skimmed over the text. You thought Soobin was just busy all day either learning new choreography or recording new lines for another song.

However you couldn't have been more wrong and you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

You quickly threw on your shoes and jacket in less than a minute then rushed out the door. Your job as his significant other was to take care of him, not to let him suffer on his own.

I'm on my way now

Now here you are, in his dorm room doorway. The room felt cold, a fan pointed in the direction of the bed, curtains were closed, and lights were on the lowest setting possible but not entirely turned off.

"y/n?" Soobin mumbled as he maneuvered around in his bed to face you.

You made you way over his side, kneeling next to the edge of the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick baby?" You asked while you put your hand on his forehead.

He felt like he was burning up a lot.

"I- I'm sorry." He apologized, stumbling on his words.

"No it's okay, I just want to know. You had me worried when Beomgyu texted." Your heart melted, and his apologetic nature, but he did nothing bad.

Your hand now rested on his cheek, to which he leaned into, needing nothing more than your touch right now to feel better.

"That's exactly why I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want to bother you with a little cold." He whined a bit before he turned away from you to cough.

His words pulled on your heart strings and your hands instinctively reached out for one of his own. Lacing your fingers together, you brought his big hand hand to your lips to leave a soft kiss on his knuckles.

"Binnie, please don't ever think you could be a bother to me. I care about you too much to ever leave you feeling terrible on your own." You paused and brushed the loose strands of hair, that were slightly sticking to his sweaty forehead, out of his face. "I love you so much bunny, I want you to tell me everything that you can."

His eyes became glossy, he wanted to blame the slight tears on the fact his body was in pain, but he knew deep down it was all because of you. You made him feel like he never had before. Nobody has ever loved him as much as you do, besides, his members, but that's different, and he is forever grateful.

"I love you so much too... I don't know what I was thinking." He replied with a small frown of regret.

He brought the hand you were holding close to his chest and placed it close to his heart. His heartbeat didn't feel too fast, but it didn't feel normal either, you knew you needed to calm him down to rest.

"Do you need me to get you anything, love?" You asked quietly before you placed a kiss to his hot forehead. "Did the boys already give you some medicine?"

He nodded to your second question before answering the first, "Can you please just hold me? Everything hurts."

You swear your heart almost skipped a beat as you stared into his adorable brown eyes. They looked almost sad, but relieved now that you were finally here.

"Of course baby boy." You cooed before climbing into the bed behind him.

It was warm under the covers which felt nice with the cold air surrounding you, a perfect temperature for Soobin and for cuddles.

Settling under the covers, you reached your arms around his neck to hug him close to your chest. Your head plated atop his head while he snuggled into you more, finally getting comfortable.

Soobin let out an audible sigh before closing his eyes and wrapping his own arms around your waist. Legs eventually tangling together. He's tried to rest all day but he couldn't seem to be at ease without you right next to him.

"Thank you... you always know how to make me feel better." He mumbled into your chest.

"I'm always here for you my love. Please get some rest so you can feel better. I'll take you out wherever you want tomorrow if your up to it." You offered quietly before shutting your own eyes.

That night Soobin dreamt of you and your warm smile making his heart whole, finally feeling his body at ease with you here again.

[ghostiexe]

Student!Wilbur x Reader

hi hi i found this in my notes :) no idea how old it is and i don't remember writing it (it's also not proofread, might not be finished) but i figured i'd put this out into the world

words: 1,519

cw: light angst (with comfort), wilbur cries a considerable amount, biology homework (?? idk)

Studying with Wilbur is usually fine. 

Usually, because sometimes, you guys get a little bit too close and he looks at you like that and your stomach starts to cramp from the butterflies and you get lightheaded from holding your breath as he leans in to help you solve your problems. 

Today is one of the days where it’s not fine. You take shallow breaths as Wilbur leans over your shoulder on his bed, peering at the worksheet you’re filling out. His breath fans across the expanse of your shoulder and neck. You have to clench your shoulders to stop yourself from shivering, blinking hard and clearing your throat. 

You turn to look at him, feigning annoyance. “Do you mind?” You ask, glaring at him with no heat behind your gaze. He huffs softly and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He tells you, and you can practically hear his smug grin. You groan and shake your head, hunching over and continuing to write down your answers, eyebrows furrowed. He follows your action, shifting behind you and pressing his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your middle. 

You try to ignore it for a minute, but you involuntarily melt into his touch, pausing in your work for a moment. 

“You’re being awfully clingy.” You note, adjusting slightly so that you’re in a more comfortable position. He groans and presses his face into your neck. 

“Bad day.” He mumbles, reaching a hand out and pushing away your homework. 

You frown, not protesting when he moves your sheets. He’s more important right now, anyway. 

You lean against him and rest your hand on his, which he has placed on your stomach. “Wanna talk about it…?” You ask, gently rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. He shakes his head, and you feel how his eyelashes brush your skin with the action. 

“Not right now.” He says, pulling you closer and sighing. After a moment he lets go of you. “Sorry.” He says, putting his face in his hands. “I probably shouldn’t be distracting you from your work, you need to get it done.” He sounds a bit guilty, and it makes you frown. 

“No, no, no. Wilbur, it’s okay.” You say gently, turning your body so you’re facing him. “You’re more important than my stupid biology homework right now.” You insist, tone soft as you reach for his hand and squeeze it. 

You watch as his expression shifts, eyes welling up with tears as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Oh.” He says, sniffling. “Really?” He asks, like he wants to make sure you’re not making a terrible mistake. 

You nod and let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his shoulder. “Of course you’re more important. You’re my best friend.” You whisper, and you feel it when a few of his tears drop onto your shoulder, followed by his head resting in the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh softly, rubbing his back. 

You stay like that for a while, Wilbur quietly crying as you hold him, though at some point he shifts to be sitting in your lap to make it a little more comfortable for the both of you. One of his hands drifts up to your hair and starts to gently card through it while his tears start to dry up. 

You let your hand fall away from his back down to his waist, mirroring your other hand. He sniffles and then lets out a shuddering breath, looking down at  you with an expression you can’t quite comprehend on his face. 

“Wil…” You whisper, one hand going up to cup his cheek. “You want me to get you some tissues?” You ask, and he nods, crawling off of you. You stand up and go to grab them off your nightstand, then sit back down by him on the bed. He reaches for them but you ignore the movement and start to wipe away his tears yourself. 

You’re bewildered when he starts to cry again, dropping the tissue and desperately trying to wipe them away with your thumbs. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask, a little bit panicked. 

He shakes his head and sobs, pulling you into a bear hug, arms wrapped so tightly around you that you wouldn’t be shocked if he cracked a few of your ribs. 

“You’re just too sweet to me.” He sobs out, burying his face into your neck again. “You’re so perfect.” He pulls you impossibly closer, and you wheeze. “I’m just being a good friend.” You say, sounding confused, and suddenly the pressure eases up and you suck in a breath. You watch as Wilbur lets go and presses his face into the palms of his hands. You frown and pull his hands away, tilting his face up to look at you. “What’s wrong?” You ask. 

His bottom lip trembles and he stares at you silently for a minute. You wait. 

After a while he clears his throat. “I’m sad.” He says. 

“Okay. Why?” You ask. He looks down at his hands again.

“Because we’re friends.” He mumbles. You drop your hands away from his face, frowning. 

“...what?” You ask, head spinning with confusion. He whimpers softly and his hands scramble to find yours, gently squeezing. 

“Not- not in a bad way.” He rushes to say, sounding a little panicked. “I love you. I’m glad to have you.” He says, then glances around the room like he’s searching for the right words to say. He licks his lips and swallows. “I… I’m sad… because we’re just friends.” He whispers, frowning. 

You stare at him, stunned, and he must think you’re mad because he immediately starts talking again, sounding panicked once more. “And I know it’s selfish, I know. I- I don’t think I’m entitled to you or anything, I don’t want you to think that- that because we’re close that it means I deserve to be in a relationship with you or something- I’m… I’m not trying to be a ‘nice guy’.” He blurts out, squeezing your hands. “I just like you. Really, really like you. Romantically.” He adds. 

You don’t know how to respond. Your breath has become a little bit shallow and you wouldn’t be surprised if you genuinely pass out. “Will.” You manage to whisper. He looks back up at you, dried tears on his face, eyes red rimmed, and somehow still beautiful. You lick your lips and try again, but you can’t find the words. So you lift a hand and gently wipe a tear away, staring at his lips. He swallows again, and you lean a little bit forward. He tenses but hesitantly follows your lead, leaning in as well. Your hand drops from his cheek down to rest on his shoulder, and you lean in to kiss him. 

It’s not perfect. Your nose bumps against his and when your lips meet it’s tentative, the both of you scared to go too far. But it’s a kiss, and you blush a little bit. You two pull away slightly and he opens his mouth, like he wants to speak, but he just shuts it again and gently squeezes your hand that’s still in his. 

He sighs softly and leans in again, tilting his head to the side slightly and you do the same. It’s better this time, less clumsy, and you let your eyes fall shut into it, scooting closer to him. He cups your cheek and you can practically feel how unsure he is, his other hand ghosting all the way from your shoulder to your knee before finally resting on your hip. You break the kiss and sigh softly, leaning your forehead against his and shivering. 

He scoots closer to you and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek as he rests his head against yours. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat and speak up. 

“I like you back, if I haven’t made that clear.” You say, and he lets out a soft incredulous laugh before gently nosing at your face and kissing your cheekbone. He takes his hand off your face and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into him. 

“I’m glad.” He whispers, pressing his face into your shoulder. “...do you maybe want me to be your boyfriend?” He asks, sounding hopeful. You lean into him and hug him tightly. 

“Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend.” You say, pressing your face into his hair. He gently squeezes your hip with one hand before sliding his arm around his waist and pulling you into his lap. 

“Okay.” He whispers. “Thank you.” 

“Why are you thanking me?” You ask, and he hums softly. 

“I don’t know.” He mumbles, pressing a light kiss onto your shoulder, through your shirt. “Just for everything, I guess.” 

You pull back and wait for him to look up at you before you smile gently at him. “Thank you, too.” You say quietly. 

He leans in and steals another kiss.

[fruitsofhell]

People shit on Elemental for its race/culture allegory looking even more reductive and rigid than Zootopia's on the service, but I think it actually used it super well. It feels a lot more like a very broad and fable-ish metaphor than the sort of hard world-building with direct racial parallels found in Zootopia. Zootopia aged poorly cause it was so fucking direct in its parallel imagery to real world oppression with the police angle, whereas Elemental is just generally about the experience of being an immigrant. The way it uses the infrastructure of the city being actively built for some and harmful to others is really clever, I adored how they used that.

It also helps greatly that Elemental was written by a POC from the perspective of the marginalized because it helps make the metaphors feel more cohesive. The choice to make Judy the main focus as a perpetrator of the systemic predator oppression that greatly mirrors real world anti-blackness aged like milk to me, it screams white guilt complex. And the fact it spends a lot of time not engaging with forms of prejudice besides the bunny oppression until it gets to that feels very flat. Elemental immedietly explains its main allegory very strongly and from the perspective of those it affects, so there's no fluff or time spent ignoring the issues from the privileged perspective.

Literally the thing that will instantly kill your fantasy oppression metaphor is being white guilty about it or not thinking super hard about what you're paralleling if you're going to be as blunt as Zootopia. Stuff like accidentally giving the oppressed group a reason to be oppressed as you do with the predator-prey dynamic. It's just the biggest fucking red flag and shows little understanding of why these systems exist irl. In Elemental the metaphor obviously uses a lot of imagery to show that the fire people are meant to be east asian-coded, but beyond that its content just being a story about class and immigrant families. About being from different worlds and feeling like they're impossible to combine, because of experiences and backgrounds, which is expressed as being fire and water.

Unlike being a bunny and fox, that imagery is a bit less loaded and can be turned into a sort of mutual harm as it is in the film with Wade being at risk of evaporating as muxh as Ember is at risk of being put out. And, in the end, it's found that water can just bubble a bit as the metaphor for a compromise. Which is fine enough and where the more fable-ish approach to the allegory became clear to me.

It's also used very cutely for their personalities too in a way that comes back to the background divide - Ember being fiery, anxious, and high-strung from pressures of supporting her community, and Wade being all blubbery and emotional but mellower because he lives in a supportive upper-class family. Its just a lot cleverer on a couple of levels than the bumbling between 'predators are black and brown people but also their oppression is bad but also they are dangerous but also its cause of a conspiracy, and also small prey are kinda like white woman and theres intersectionality but its shown horribly'.

Despite Ember's racial coding, no matter how you code Wade's family it doesn't matter because it is simply about - 'you live in a city that has integrated for you, and I don't' - which could apply to an upper-class family of any background, cause it's more of a class thing now. Even if he was black-coded (which Ive seen from fans likely because of his VA, I dont remember if he was in the films text), it still works cause their ARE affluent black families whom by nature of having been here and integrated are in that privileged role over a poorer immigrant family of any other race.

Allegories for class or upbringing usually age better, the systems that create those are a lot more basic and less loaded to parallel on a surface level than racism or misogyny. Not that they CANT go really deep, but it's easier to not come off as blatantly offensive as long as you're not like a eugenicist about it.