#and i'm so thankful he chooses skating over everything

[raininyourblackeyes]

I don't think I'll ever be eloquent enough to express completely what his skating means to me. Just thinking about any of his performances makes my soul full, and brings a smile to my face. If I remember what he had to endure as a competitive skater, and that life is not a paradise for him even now when he truly deserves it, then some of that happiness/hope/admiration/awe/etc some of it morphs into something a bit mournful because he deserved and deserves the best. He is the only skater with a program that made me cry, and the only skater I was willing to stay up the entire night to just to see a few minutes of his art.

Hanyu Yuzuru, thank you for picking figure and artistic skating over everything. 19 was stellar for you, so I hope 29 will go in the same manner. Happy birthday GOAT.

I will spare a few minutes to rewatch a program of yours today. Most likely Haru yo, Koi, I think I need that one the most.

[dark-side-blog3]

Ignore that this Home Alone inspired poly adeuce fic is a month late. Or choose to read it for 2024 Christmas, up to you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Put it into a word counter just for fun, and I'm surprised to see that my first real WIP I finished in 2024 is 3k long! It was just so fun to imagine a twist one of my favourite Christmas movies, and I got so caught up in the fun of it I didn't make my deadline ^^; It was originally meant to be a short little crackfic, but it was just too fun! There are some cracky, campy elements, but that's just in the spirit of the movie I based it off!

Anyways: MDNI, warnings for standard yandere things, and creepy crawlies.

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"Shouldn't we be pouring salt on the pathway?"

"Nah," you smile, splashing another bucket of water on the front steps. "This is so we can have a nice slip-and-slide for tobogganing tomorrow, Grim! Same reason I'm filling up a little ice rink in the back-- I wanna do some skating. I can't wait for it to freeze over and teach you how!"

Grims' head shakes fervently as he beams; "Just you wait! I'll show you the grace and speed of a master figure skater! I'm gonna be teaching YOU how to skate by the time we're done!"

"Well if you wanna do that, you're gonna need to be well rested. Can you grab us some cookies for before-bed snacks?" you encourage, the monster agreeing and scampering off inside the dorm house to pilfer the cupboard.

You continue pouring water on the steps and trudge around the house's perimeter to check on the steps leading outside to make sure they're freezing over like you intended. You have several other home security measures to check over...

Most of the staff, and students for that matter, went home for the holidays. Family to see, vacations to take... A life to live outside of the school and other people in it. Should anything happen, Crowley was unfortunately unavailable (what else is new, the old bastard), nor was Vargas, Trein, or Crewl. Normally they'd be spattered throughout the holiday to watch over the students. But there are other teachers on the premises, and hardly any students who can't return home for whatever reason, and they let it slip by... One night during the whole winter break when none of your trusted faculty members nor any of your more powerful friends like Malleus or Idia could help if you got into trouble.

And maybe, maybe your brain has been rotted by movies and defending yourself from overblotted students.

But it's better safe than sorry.

With everything seemingly in order, and the sun setting quickly behind the treeline of school woods, you rush over to the front gate to hang a large sign:

NO SOLICITORS

Hopefully, this will deter anyone planning to intrude on you tonight.

You trudge your way back to the front door, carefully avoiding the steps. You spend the next few hours snacking with Grim while watching movies together, playing card games, and chattering about what ifs and would you rather... Before too long, it's time for bed, and Grim is out like a light, thanks to several pounds of turkey stuffing, potatoes, and cookies you still had after the holiday party days ago.

The party was fun... It did leave you with more leftovers you knew what to do with, which is always great. You got to wish Rook Joyeuses Fête, decorate cookies with Jack and Jade (the merman being much better at decorating, likely due to working in the lounge), and say goodbye to everyone dear to you before they left for their own plans... But it also had Ace and Deuce.

Which, on the one hand, they're harmless. You know they are. They're just jerks sometimes.

They should be focusing on their studies, and you had to devote your time to keeping Ramshakle clean, and Grim on task to graduate... The little monster became somewhat of a family member. Surrogate son or little brother you're not entirely sure, but you want him to succeed.

And even if the pair of heartslabyul boys were gifted students that excelled at every course with time to spare, Grim wasn't-- Grim needed your help to study, to get to class, to handle some of his projects for him when his paws would cause accidents in the potion lab. Grim needs your help to get through college, and it keeps you way too busy for a relationship with either guy.

And even though they soured the mood of the party right after you told them as such, it's the truth, and that's what it is. You're not going to jeopardize Grim's future just to date college students.

They acted like jerks for the rest of the winter break.

When everyone was opening presents, they bitched at everyone for the gifts they exchanged, teased relentlessly, knocked over decor, and told each classmate going through the magic mirror over the week to 'take their time coming back, if at all'. Poor Idia had an anxiety attack when they started teasing him; it took you half an hour to calm him down enough to stop puking and stick to just dry heaving. Grim scampered off after Idia fainted a second time... It took another hour after that to help him through the magic mirror, with his robot escorts. You would have walked through with him, but he insisted holding your hand as he left would be enough, only dragging you somewhat through the portal.

It was rubbing you the wrong way how they were picking fights with everyone, and snubbing Grim anytime they saw you and the monster around campus.

Suddenly, the front gates screech open, drawing you out of your thoughts. You peek out the sliver of the window from behind the thick curtain in the bedroom to see two figures shuffle through the snow.

It can't be them. Even if you were just thinking of them, that would be too... Convenient. Like some movie logic. Thinking of people doesn't summon them.

Whoever it is will be getting a nasty surprise in three, two, one--

A muffled thud and string of curses can be heard from the other side of the glass. You sneak your way down the stairs so you can at least see who's at the door.

"Son of a--! Grim!" Deuce shouts. So much for not summoning them.

"Open the door, little buddy! We know that you're in there and that you're all alone... Your precious prefect is spending the last night of the winter break with someone else, right?" Ace yells, quickly being joined by a snickering and rapping at the door.

A shadow presses itself against the window, trying to peer through sheer curtains. You duck behind one of the striped couches on the outside of the room, close to the walls. Through the reflection of the glass cabinet, you can see the figure stay and linger at the window, tapping against the glass with a small can.

"Come on Grim. We've got tuna for ya if you just open the door and have a chat..." Deuce says, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells through the glass.

His shadow straightens up, before pounding back on the glass, rattling the old pane against the tight frame, the narrow strips of wood being tight enough together that neither of them could just force their way through the window; Even if they shattered all the glass.

Which Deuce just might, slamming himself into the frame as hard as he could.

"I saw you move in there! Don't ignore us!" He shatters a pane, shoving his hand through to grab at the sheer curtains and tug, ripping them.

You duck back behind the couch, scanning for tools to protect yourself. Shut up. Don't be stupid, just think. Think quick, and smart.

The banging stops for a second. Before becoming far louder-- powerful enough to feel the floor shake. Metal creaks against its hinges, and the lock crashes into the strike plate of the door.

Ignore that, focus. Cleaning supplies. Always nearby, the dorm is filthy. Dish soap and mop bucket.

You dart out from behind the couch to grab the bottle of dish soap, grabbing it and rolling up against the wall just in time as the banging stops, the door knob jiggles and a thin wire pokes itself out from the cracks between the door frame. It makes quick work of the locks on the door, before opening, and Ace proudly struts into the room. The second he does, you pop the cap and squeeze the bottle, squirting bright blue goop into his eyes and smarmy mouth! And you splurt the floor for good measure!

You sprint back to behind the couch he pulls back, sputtering, and wiping it from his eyes in thick globs. You watch through the reflection of the cabinet as Deuce shoves his way past Ace as he splatters fistfuls of goop onto the floor, next to the bottle of leaking dish soap. Ace shoves Deuce for the push, and the resulting shove has both of them slipping on the puddle of dish soap you left in your hurry.

"Ahg-- Ace?! Why are you on the floor?"

A visibly wet smack as dish soap arches off Ace's gloves, slapping damply right into Deuce's face as he grunts from under his classmate: "Get off me, you buffoon! Go find the cat-- Grim, I'm gonna skin you for this, you little creep!"

"Don't make threats until after we have the little rat, runt. If he goes tattling we're screwed--"

"There's no one to tattle to! He's all alone in this big house! Even the ghosts aren't here! If we stick his claws in an electrical socket or force-feed him motor oil, no one would think anything of it! He's just a dumb animal that killed himself without supervision!"

Something glints from under the couch. You grasp at it, finding a spare ornament, and an unused ziptie, threaded through the top. There's got to be something you can use to create a bigger distraction and get you and Grim out of here.

There has to be something in reach-- going back to the bucket in plain sight of them is too risky. Shoving your hand under the couch, your clutch the first thing that your grasp: An aerosol room freshener. Score.

Wrapping the ziptie around the spray trigger, you tighten it and roll it over to the boys, still scrambling about on the floor. You watch from the reflection in the cabinet as Deuce gets a heavy spray right in the eyes, hollering in pain!

"AUGH-- Fucker! You think you're so smart, punk?! Your little bomb just gave away your position!" Deuce shouts, whipping out his magic pen, covering his eyes.

You feel a sense of dread. Primal instinct. You leap out from behind the couch just as he summons a caldron to crash into the couch, narrowly missing you as it smashes the solid oak to splinters. Splinters stick to your socks, embedding in your feet as you scamper off to another room, streams of water and gusts of wind being shot after you.

Just as you turn the corner to climb up the stairs and rush to Grim's room, you hear Ace curse exasperatedly, stumbling his way to the end of the hall to stare at you, still wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Another string of sighed curses leaves his lips as he watches you scramble up the stairs, making accidental eye-contact.

They know their plans are botched now.

Gotta climb faster.

On all fours, you claw up the stairs, just as a tug on your ankle forces your jaw to slam into them. Casting a glance backwards, Ace has gripped your ankle with his sticky gloves, grinning madly as you struggle to tug your ankle away from him, and try to dodge the other one of his hands trying to grasp for your other leg, only to end up sloppily groping your ass before trying again. You try to shake and kick him off, getting a hits to the side of his head, but not as effective as if you had room to wind up. He's gripping so hard it feels like he's going to break something. You scramble, shifting your weight side to side to get him off, prying yourself off the stairs and scratching your nails into the old wood. Your nails cling to the baseboard, prying the edge as much as you can, the wood creaking and snapping off with each desperate tug to pull yourself up.

The baseboard snaps, and you find yourself with a small wooden shiv, thinking to whip around and stab it into Ace's hand, leading him to retract for a second long enough for you to scramble up a step again-- before being slammed back down into the wood as you're grabbed again.

A girthy, irrate red centipede wiggles its way out from the hole in the baseboard, defensive of the now-ruined home.

You snatch it up, close to the head and the snapping mandibles as it wriggled and writhed, as you slowly reached back around to Ace, still clinging to your legs as you tried to shake him off. The teen was so focused on keeping you still as he pulled some ducttape off the roll with his teeth, that he didn't see the massive, snakelike body of the centipede until it was too late; And you stick it right on his face.

He seemed to freeze, giving you enough time to tug your leg again, just as he screamed an ear-piecing shriek!

Ace pawed at his face squirming violently on the stairs, thumping loudly on each step back to the bottom as you sprinted your way upstairs, into Grims room, slamming and locking the door behind you!

"What the hell is wrong--"

"PSYCHO PREFECT IS WHAT! Is it in my hair? Fucking thing was thick as a finger, and they put it right on my face! Is it in my hair?!"

"The prefect is home?! Dude! We're so screwed!"

"So go up there and get them, dipshit! Why are you standing still when they're up there getting a fucking bear trap or something ready?! Are you having an aneurysm or something?! Why are you just staring at me like that?!"

"...Ace... Don't... Move."

"Deuce... What are you talking about? Go get them-"

"Don't. Move."

"Deuce..?"

The telltale crash of a cast iron cauldron smashing through your rotten wood floors makes you nearly shit yourself, glancing back at a sleep-stirring Grim.

"DID I GET IT?"

"YOU ALMOST CRUSHED MY SKULL YOU NUTCASE!"

"DID I GET IT?!"

"You fucking moron!"

You snatch Grim up, using the blanket he was sleeping with like a hobo bag to hold him in, and open the window, edging your way carefully onto the roof. If you can just make safely to the other side of Ramshackle, you can try scaling down the ivy. And it will at least give you a head start-- Maybe hiding out in Sams is the best idea. A store owner must have a CCTV, right? And if Ace and Deuce try and kill either of you, then even if something happens to you, they'll get caught...

You wrap the corners of Grims blanket around your shoulders, like a makeshift baby pouch. You can definitely feel him squirming on your back, starting to wake up. You let go of the window, slipping down the rough roof tile. Laying on your stomach, you side-shuffle over, staying as low to the roof as you can to get the most traction. The edge nearly takes you by surprise when your foot doesn't connect with length that's not there. Slowly, you shuffle even closer to the edge, swaying your arm around the edge to find the vines of Ivy.

"I FOUND 'EM, ACE!"

Your head whips around to see Deuce leaning as far as he can out of the window before he scrambles to get onto the roof.

Whipping your head back to focus, you grab a fistful of vines and pull the rest of your body off the roof! You snatch another fistful with your other hand as you fall.

And fall all the way down, watching in horror as the ivy peels itself from the brick walls.

You feel Grim claw his way out of the pouch and onto your face just in time, as you land on your back with a sickening crunch.

"Oh shit," Ace comments, seemingly having been waiting for you at the bottom of the wall. You see Grim flee across the yard out of the corner of your eye, unable to lift your head.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot, and Deuce panting like crazy soon joins Ace in staring at you as you lay helpless on the ground. As soon as he arrives he gets asked: "Are we gonna get Grim?"

"No point, really..." Comes the huffed response; "We were gonna get him to fuck off, and he's fucked right off. Tonight didn't really go to plan anyway."

A boot gently kicks at your side as Ace turns his attention back to you: "Are you paralyzed or something? That was quite the fall."

You open your mouth to speak, but only a cracked whine makes it out. You cringe and try again, but nothing intelligible comes out.

"Holy shit, they're brain-damaged!" Ace grins, laughing as he backs away from you.

You feel Deuce tugging at your legs in the snow, dragging you from your shallow ditch in the snow. He begins tugging you closer to the dorm, before he drops your legs, moving to grab you under your arms and haul you that way, up against a wall. Breaking a window, he shoves you in, head first. The cold floors of Ramshackle are still warmer than the ice and snow.

"Alright. Hey, real quick, can you feel this?" Deuce begins poking you with a wire from an ornament, starting with your legs, and making his way up on both sides. You nod, wincing at some particularly sharp pricks, to which Deuce responds by rubbing the area to dull the pain.

"Can you say where you are right now? Do you know who I am? Who you are?" You nod again, voice stumbling through a pained response.

"Awesome. You're not brain-damaged! You're probably just winded from the fall. Is anything broken? Can you wiggle your fingers and toes? Try twisting side to side. If you can't it means your spine might be broken, and you need a doctor."

You comply, weirded out by the sudden care, but the doctor comment means they will call someone. And that someone will keep you safe, and them away. The pain's already fading, and likely nothing serious, but you could trick them... Deuce particularly seems like a soft touch. You wince as you try to twist, feigning inability.

Deuce makes a worried expression, like he's about to piss himself from fear.

He backs off slightly, giving you a bit more breathing room: "Try crossing your arms and lifting them as far away from your ribs as you can".

You comply again, feigning difficulty,

And duct tape wraps around your wrists instantly. Deuce presses his knee down into your chest to pin you down as he wraps as tightly as he can, while Ace ties your legs from outside.

"This really, really isn't my style. But we've got to get you somewhere that is not here when the teachers come back tomorrow, and we can't have Grim knowing where to find you." Deuce rambles, soaking his glove in a bottle of something, before pressing it to your face. He continues rambling, leaning in closer to whisper: "And I know how this looks! But I promise we won't do anything to you while you sleep. Or when you wake up! I swear! It's all more normal than it seems tonight-- or it can be anyways. And... And if you give me some time, give me a chance, we can even ditch Ace and forget this night ever happened! You just need some time somewhere else..."

The room spins with dark spots as Deuce presses his soaked glove further into your face. He continues rambling at you, while you feel Ace begin dragging you back out the window again. The snow doesn't feel cold this time as you fall into it. It just feels soft.

[skyfallscotland]

Seriously Amy? It’s not like we’re not all in love with Xaden and you had him write *that* love letter? I literally could not stop smiling!!!!

I need ch 9 AND 10….this reunion might just be one of the top remixaden scenes.

Speaking of which….what are your top 3 Remi/xaden scenarios?

I'm sorry haha, I thrive on making him a perfect(ly flawed) human being, ok?

I have to choose? 😭 Haha

The reunion/following conversation/day IS one of my top three, for sure. I feel like I'm already going to forget some of their F&F scenes? I'm going to cheat and do three from both (yes, that means multiple sneak peeks so buckle up). I think it kind of says a lot upon reflection that most of my favourite scenes/quotes are from times where they're intimate but openly communicating 🥺

In F&F definitely when Rem first manifests her signet and she's crying and overstimulated and he's laughing but comforting her all the same.

I flinch, closing my eyes against tears as he turns back toward me. “Remi,” he says gently. “Look at me.” I shake my head, keeping my eyes firmly shut as the tears spill over, running down my cheeks. He laughs softly and I shake as I feel his hands on my face, pulling me close. “Angel,” he says quietly, “why are you crying?” “I don’t know,” I whimper as he holds me to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

Maybe the scene by the lake where she threatens him?

“And Xaden?” My voice is gentle and he freezes in place, only a foot away. He turns his head, barely glancing over his shoulder. I let my hand shoot forward, pressing the dagger I’ve palmed from my corset against his spine. “You don’t ever speak to, or handle me, so disrespectfully ever again.” I tell him warningly, holding his gaze. “There are so many things I could do to you that would still leave Sgaeyl intact.”

And when he tells her he loves her 🥺

“I love you, Remi.” He skates a gentle hand across my cheek and my heart begins to pound in my chest. “So much.” He cradles my face as his onyx eyes hold my gaze. “I love you in a way I never thought possible. You’re—you’re everything to me. I’d burn the world for you.” I swallow hard, blinking back tears. I’d known already that he loved me—I could tell from his actions and the way he always held me like I was something precious. I didn’t need the words, but… “I love you too, Xaden. You’re my stars,” I tip my head back so he can kiss me again, softer this time, “my centre of gravity.” I whisper. “I love you more than anything.” He presses his forehead to mine, clutching me tightly like if he blinks, I’ll disappear. “Promise me you won’t leave.” He begs quietly. “Promise me.” “I already told you,” I whisper softly, “for as long as you love me in return, you’ll never be alone again.” It breaks my heart that he’s still so convinced I’m going to hate him—that he believes there’s no possibility that I’ll stay.

In T&T definitely the reunion and the scene that follows, for which I'm keeping the best lines to myself for now, because I want you all to experience them in context, but... (Ch9-10)

“I don’t know.” I admit quietly and his expression shutters. “We need to talk about it—about so many things.” I tell him. “I can’t figure this out on my own.” It took me a while to realise that. “But what I do know is that I love you.” I tell him firmly. “Xaden,” I cup his jaw gently, “as long as you love me in return—” “I’ll never be alone again.” He whispers, finishing my sentence like it’s a common refrain, something he’s repeated to himself over and over, and I close my eyes for a second, willing myself not to cry.

This moment in (approximately) Ch14? I think? Where they have both fucked up.

“I thank Amari every day that you gave me a second chance, because no one else will ever meet my standards. I know exactly how strong you are, Remi Sorrengail.” I bury my face in his neck, trying to force back the tears that prick my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I choke out, trembling slightly against him. “I feel like I let you down.”   “No, angel.” He says quietly, cradling me close. “You didn’t let me down.” His arms tighten around me. 

And this whole scene where Remi almost dislocates her hip, that looks like it's going to sit around Ch17-ish

“Come here.” He slides away and in a second he’s hovering over me, pulling my leg out straight. His hands gently manoeuvre me this way and that, his thumbs kneading my thigh. “Stretch it out and then we can try again.”  I huff. “I’ve killed the mood already.” I mutter. “What’s the point?”  He stops, lacing his hands together over my thigh and then drops his chin down on top of them as he stares up at me amusedly. “Bold of you to assume you know how I feel.” He challenges.  “Are you still hard?”  “Are you in charge?”  We stare at each other for a moment before my lips twitch, just slightly, and then he’s grinning, dragging his teeth over the skin at the top of my thigh as I laugh softly. “Stop being a brat.” He chides, nipping gently as he pushes himself up, crawling over me. “Follow the rules.”

And yes, in case you were wondering that's just the tip of the iceberg and I plan to ruin you all xx 😇

[twig-tea]

Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke and @waitmyturtles, thank you both for the tag!

Credit: this game was created by @thatgirl4815 as Thai BL Favorites Tag Game.

I want you all to know before I start that asking for favourites is biphobic so you're going to have to ignore the places where I bent/ignored the rules about how many choices I was allowed to have. Also, this is so long, and took forever, I'm so sorry:

Favorite Thai QL:

I could caveat this until the end of time, but I'm going to go with the definition of "favourite" that's "has a special place in my heart" rather than necessarily "best"; and that's undoubtedly Until We Meet Again. I got very not normal about this show. When it was airing, I used to rewatch every episode before the new episode, and then rewatch the newly aired episode at least once before binging the show to date again. And I've binged it several times since. Sometimes if I need to cry, I'll put on the first 10 minutes and ugly-sob. This show felt like an apology and catharsis for years of built-up bury-your-gays induced trauma from queer media, in addition to a balm for all of the external relationship drama tropes in BL. I think I've talked about it around here somewhere before, how this show sets up all of the tropes for things that go wrong for couples in BL, and then everything is fine, over and over? And it was airing during the very start of the pandemic before the world was calling it a pandemic, when I was so worried about everything and governments hadn't caught up to being afraid yet, and I felt so alone, and this show over and over again said "it'll be ok", at a time I really needed to hear that. Plus it's got the whole epic-love-story-across-lives and the family acceptance redemption arc that as a still-only-partially-out-to-my-family-in-my-30s queer absolutely destroys me. Anyway, there are other shows that I would agree are as good or better (shout out to He's Coming to Me, I Told Sunset about You, Bad Buddy, Not Me, The Eclipse), but UWMA remains my fave (and gets two gifs for being top spot).

Favorite Pairing: I have seen this interpreted as branded pairs & as fictional couple, so I'm going to take that excuse to answer both questions. I'm honestly not a fan branded pairs as a thing and agree with @lurkingshan's comments on this, I tend to prefer it when people continuously work with different actors. That being said, JoongDunk seem to be having a lot of fun with the whole fanservice game, which is fun to watch for as long as they're enjoying themselves and continue to be in on the joke, which seems to be the case.

Fictional couple? Right at this moment I am still thinking about Khatha and Dome from Midnight Museum. I think this one hit me in my Chinese epics button, because the story felt a lot like a danmei (not the least because you could argue it reads as censored bromance). But this show asks questions about fate, God, the devil, multiverses, and then has its characters choosing to reject all of the above in order to choose each other? SIGN ME UP. Legitimately it's the most fun I've had watching a tv show in awhile, it was bananas, and I loved the journey of Khatha figuring out who Dome was in relationship to Chan, and deciding to love Dome as Dome, at the same time that Dome was also figuring out who he was, and deciding he preferred who he was when he was with Khatha. But also just Tor + Gun are incredible actors (Tor having been a stand-out since Hormones and Gun of course since The Blue Hour) and I would watch either of them in anything, but together they were magnetic (and evidence for my earlier point re: branded pairs, as much as I enjoy Off & Gun together!).

Most underrated actor: I'm going to say James Teeradon. He had a few small roles in Hormones 2 & 3, Diary of Tootsies, and The Stranded, and he had the main role in Project S: Skate our Souls and in Great Men Academy. First, I should say, you could argue none of these classify as BLs. Second, all of these have trigger warnings, so please take care of yourself and feel free to ask if you want content warnings. But he's one of those actors who never looks like the same person in each role he's playing, and he absolutely gives me shivers. His performance as Boo in Skate our Souls was legitimately chill-inducing--this one in particular has serious trigger warnings, I put off watching it for a long time because I knew about the warnings and waited until I was in the right headspace, and it still messed with me for weeks. But oh man, oh man that show, it rewrote part of my DNA. I don't even know that under-rated is fair to say since there was buzz around him when he was in these shows a few years ago, but he was trying to make it as part of a band for awhile and he hasn't been in much since. If there's one person I want to see in something else who a lot of other people don't talk about these days, it's James.

Cheating and taking the opportunity to choose a second actor from definitely-a-BL series: Fluke Chinnathan from Second Chance the Series. While Second Chance had a lot of flaws, the acting by Fluke and Tong was stellar. Their micro-expressions and body language was unreal. I feel strongly enough about this that I wrote an ode to it as part of the BL-Bracket for best kiss scene. No idea what Fluke is up to or if he even wants to keep acting, but I'd love to see him in something else--he's one of the only other actors (than James, mentioned above) that I'll go in to MyDramaList occasionally just to check to see if they're in anything new. PS if you do give Second Chance a shot, please know going in that Run and Games, real life brothers who are both actors, are both in this series but never in a scene together, and their characters are similar, so a lot of people have trouble telling them apart without knowing there are two different characters in the show.

(Also, I 100% would have said Suar for this question before La Pluie, because he did not get enough credit for You're My Sky and I think he was incredible).

Favorite Character: Honestly, I've deleted my answer to this so many times now. Choosing one is so hard! I'm going to go with White from Not Me. Incredibly loyal, strong moral values (but willing to break the rules/law to fulfil those values because he understands that law ≠ morality), self-sacrificing, extremely competent in some ways, but also has serious blind spots in others that leads to him making very silly choices especially around who they trust, lacking in self esteem especially around whether or not people will want him around. The way he chooses to give up his privilege--not for his brother, because he could have found a way to go back to his old life after everything if he wanted--because he saw what was wrong with all of it and decided to do what he could to help fix it (and not participate in it) is something that really resonated with me. I also love that he is an absolute marshmallow who cannot hide that fact. Plus White being a disaster bi who wanted Sean from the beginning endeared him to me forever. And it doesn't hurt that he's played by Gun Atthaphan

Favorite Side Character: I have also started and stopped this section so many times. Natty and her absolutely terrible taste in women from Diary of Tootsies, Na being at some points the only reason I kept watching Tonhon Chonlatee, Namo being smart enough to know to pretend she doesn't know what's going on in Not Me, Tong the ecovillage owner from Bad Buddy, Daisy and their incredible gender and mix of self esteem + self esteem issues in Secret Crush on You.

Alright I'm giving it to Dream in Something in My Room. I don't have good reasons for this; her character was artistic, had supernatural powers, green asymmetrical hair, and was stoic with a hidden dark past, and I am a simple woman. I wanted to know everything about her.

Favorite scene in a QL: How can I choose just one?! I'm choosing three and you can't stop me.

Third place, Not Me, with Sean and White under the pride flag. It has everything: It's iconic, it's cinematic, it's cathartic, it's political, it's a critical character moment, it has great music, it's full of queer joy, and it brings me so much happiness every time I see it.

Second: Dean and Pharm in front of the Pra Aphai Mani & sea ogress sculptures in the aquarium in Until We Meet Again. Partially because I love aquariums so much, partially because this sequence is one of the first ones we really get to see the hints of Intouch in Pharm. The way he moves around that aquarium is nothing like how he moves at school or his condo, and it's one of the things that struck me so hard on rewatch; while that scene did so much work towards establishing their characters the first time around, the second+ time it has so much more meaning. The throwaway line by Pharm about relating to the ogress now gives me chills.

Plus the way the aquarium scene got called back in I Promise You the Moon makes me really happy.

But first and top, the one that will forever live in my mind for the way it made me feel in my body: Teh and Oh-Aew on the rug in I Told Sunset About You. That moment, my god. Butterflies. Chills. Chewing glass. Devastation. I don't know that I've ever felt any other scene so viscerally; it transported me back to being a teenager and cuddling in clearly non-platonic ways with my bestie and wondering what was happening. Thinking about it now still gives me goosebumps. Maybe a bit of a weird choice because of the pain but I don't shy away from some pain in my faves!

Favorite line in a QL: Honestly I could put one of several meaningful quotes in here, probably the ones I've thought about most being the one from Bad Buddy that a few other folks have noted ("I may not be able to change the world but the world can't change me either"); and "can't we just get a little bit of space?" from The Warp Effect that I mentioned in my Silvy appreciation post. but the first thing that came to mind was this cracktastic banger moment from En of Love: This is Love Story that runs through my head every time a character P-Nong's someone when they don't mean it like that (and especially when newbies get confused about whether characters are actually related):

"'P' but not brothers; the way 'daddy' [said in English] doesn't really mean father. You get it?"

--Param, being a little shit (affectionate)

But also I think special mention needs to go to this new and immediate classic by Tien in La Pluie:

Most Anticipated QL (& why): I am very excited for 23.5 and Only Friends, also WuJu Bakery (does that count if it's Korean but starring Thai actors?) but....This is niche and might never happen, but MindTrio announced awhile ago that they were going to put out Chemistry in Love, which was either a sequel or related to Calculating Love? Listen, this is a low-budget production company making a slightly quirky trope-filled shorts that tend to have pretty cinematography but falter a bit on plot and pacing, and in Calculating Love the main character hits on his love interest with a series of math/graphing equations and coffee. I fully acknowledge that I am a particular kind of nerd, but I just really, really want to see people flirting with their Extremely Geeky special interests. Some sort of of follow-up to Calculating Love has been a maybe-thing since 2020, so it's most anticipated by amount of time I've been waiting. I have a list of 290 "upcoming" shows that may or may not ever happen so I'll stop there.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: I was very persuaded by @waitmyturtles' arguments re: King and Uea, and I thought about My Only 12% and even wrote a whole thing about Tinn and Gun from MSP before deleting it.

But I'm going to use this soapbox to give a hot take and say, by the end of the series, that it's Nuea and Toh from Secret Crush on You. Both of them have secretly loved each other for the whole series, and shown it in their own very unhealthy ways: Toh by keeping a collection of everything that reminds him of Nuea, and Nuea by being extremely cool-guy persona around Toh. But by the end, both of them have aired their insecurities about their relationship, and have committed to working on their relationship together. Toh stops assuming that they will break up (which Nuea explained was hurtful to him) and declares he'll fight for their relationship in front of Nuea's parents, and Nuea allows himself to be seen as very uncool through his vulnerability, and is more open about his uncool thoughts and feelings. I remember them being surprisingly healthy about jealousy too, once they're together, showing trust in one another when that photography club kid shows up. Nuea also makes a really sweet gesture that I think gets misunderstood at the end of the show; Toh explains that his collection makes him happy, that Nuea is more important so he'll give it up if he has to but he really, really does not want to. So Nuea finds a way to make the collection about them rather than about him, so that he can embrace it too and be less discomfited by it. I feel like there's not enough "meeting people where they are", and too many makeover fantasies in romance for my tastes. Instead, Secret Crush on You said listen, people are weird, and we all just need to find the other weirdos whose jagged edges fit with ours. And it's work figuring out together how they will fit, and they won't fit perfectly, but that's ok. As long as everyone is comfortable, it can be a little weird. It may be less realistic than say the way similar themes are handled in Utsukushii Kare, because behavioural change (especially around self-worth) is hard irl, but the question wasn't about which relationship is most realistic lol SCOY also said embrace cringe culture and I am here for it even if it is sometimes hard to watch because it is SO CRINGE; but I respect it for living its truth.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: Oof. I am a strong believer in "if it works for them, that's their business", as is probably evident from above, but the reveal of what was going on with King and Peat in Love Area (parts 1 & 2) was really next level BS and managed to be both toxic and ableist, so it gets a special mention and no gif.

Guilty pleasure series: I don't really subscribe to feeling guilty about liking things, but I have a bunch that don't get a lot of love and I fully understand why lol In addition to the example of Calculating Love above (which is like, a 6 on MDL, and TBH harsh but fair), I really enjoyed I Will Knock You. Maybe it was just the novelty but I loved the character of Noey so much, his vintage aesthetic, the amount of time spent around and in temples, and the most adorable closing credit sequence of all time (shows that have closing credit sequences that reflect the main relationship in the show is one of my favourite tropes!). The criticisms about it, especially the ones about the Thi character, are fully valid and I would not actually recommend it without a lot of caveats (e.g. warnings for blushing virgin trope + age gap, and sooort of glorification of gang membership?), but I had a great time.

Also maybe Y-Destiny episodes 9 & 10? Tohru and First as Kaeng and Puth, whew. I have a special place in my heart for storylines where the characters sleep together as friends with benefits and then have to renegotiate those boundaries because I've lived it more than once lol (Only Friends when?!). But the ending episode for the series was actually so offensively bad, I like to forget it exists.

Most underrated series: You're My Sky and He's Coming to Me have already gotten a lot of love so I'll just say YES to those. Would have said My Ride before this recent release to YT. Does Triage count if it's nominated for awards but nobody ever talks about it (probably because the distribution was so messy)? I think My Only 12% doesn't get enough love because of the pacing of the last episodes, but the rest of the show was SO good.

But I'm going to take this opportunity to get on a sandbox about Diary of Tootsies (spanning S1, S2, and the movie sequel Tootsies and the Fake).

This show is not BL; it is decidedly queer. There is no single love story, and if there is, it's undermined. And yet, because it's a comedy, it also gets overlooked in the lists of Important Queer Viewing (which is fair, honestly, that is not a read). But it means my blorbo of a show often doesn't get hyped up, so I'm taking the opportunity.

This show I would argue sits squarely in the by/for/about queers category as per @wen-kexing-apologist’s by/for/about Venn diagram. Watching it feels like a group hug; it's so very clearly written by actual queer people (even if this wasn't confirmed everywhere online, the screenwriter is out and speaks about this, but it's also just obvious) and I recognize so much of my friends and people I've known in these messy queers. It deals with casual sex, drug use, HIV, adoption, being closeted at work, and more.

It is also so funny. I didn't think I liked toilet humour until Make it Right and Diary of Tootsies proved me wrong. I honestly think about the scene with Natty and the handbag in the car approximately once a month. And the opening sequence of the sequel film!! What a choice for opening credits. And these queer friends are mean to one another, even in the moments they're being supportive of one another, and it is both familiar and delightful (also reminds me of this post by @bengiyo about whether viewers still love us when we're mean). The found family tropes are STRONG in this one, friends.

There is some fatphobia, though I always struggle with how much to warn for that because this show also has one of the only fat characters in QL who gets a character arc, a love interest, and to be a whole person. And to dance! The dance sequencesssss especially in S2, oh my heart. So much queer joy in this show in general!

Last thing I'll say about this show is that it also gets left off people's lists because the "main couple" if you can say there is one is not the one most fans were rooting for--I will admit, myself included. But the narrative convinced me to be satisfied with what we got, which is honestly to its credit!

Anyway TL;DR Diary of Tootsies makes me extremely happy and I'm glad it exists.

OMG ok I am letting this go now. Tagging @redxblueihateloveyou because you've not been active for awhile so this way you'll see this whenever you come back, and @formayhem because we are newly buds and I'd be curious about your answers! At this point everyone else must have been tagged by now, so please just consider yourself tagged if you haven't done this yet and tag me so I see it! I've been loving reading everyone's answers.

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Winner for the Olympic Hellcheer au! A plot summary.

Date: February 1987.

Chrissy Cunningham is training to return to the '88 Winter Olympics after winning Gold in the '84 Winter Olympics Figure Skating. She's trained by her mother, Laura Cunningham, who used to be a two-time Figure Skater Champion and makes Chrissy's life a living hell to be the best.

One night, Chrissy sneaks out to get some night food at Benny's Diner and meets Eddie Munson, an outcast and hated guy in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

Eddie Munson returned to town to help his uncle, Wayne Munson, who had been injured in a car crash. After he finally graduated High School in '86, he left with Jeff for California, where they rebuilt their band, Corroded Coffin, made an album, and are a small, noticed band at a bar on weekends. Small but better than nothing. He's only in town temporarily. He works part-time at the plant and a local ice ring and drives the Zamboni to help with bills and money.

The two chat and develop a spark. They secretly date during the springtime and soon fall in love. By June, Wayne is all better, and Eddie is asked to return to California from Jeff. Will their love stand if Eddie chooses to go back to California, or will he stay for Chrissy? Can Chrissy manage their relationship while she is training for the Winter Olympics? Or will she fall and crash on everything she has hoped and loved?

I just started writing the plot; there is no chapter yet. I may or may not change some things, but I like how it sounds. Thank you, everyone, for voting, and I hope to make ya'll proud. Right now, I'm almost done with my weekend story, and I gotta work on Love Over Matter as soon as possible, so it may take a while.

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The spots have all been taken! Thank you so much for requesting if you did, and I can't wait to share the rest of these stories! If yours didn't get in for the event, feel free to send it to me anyways - my requests are always open! The playlist is linked at the end of the story. Let me know what you think, any interaction is so appreciated and loved! 

Summary: Robin, Eddie, and Dustin alone in a car without their Steve? Eddie realizes his big feelings for Steve while watching him be adorably Steve while ice skating with the kids. Steve and Eddie share a big moment and the kids interrupt it like they do. 

A/N: So sorry this is late, I ended up having a busy weekend and was unable to edit/post from my phone. I hope it was worth the wait! This is my very first time ever attempting to write anything Steddie related, and I hope I did them justice. 

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Day 07 | Track 07: "Last Christmas" by Wham!

The horn honked loudly, two quick beeps and Eddie rolled his eyes as he searched for a pair of gloves and then finally just said screw it. Of course, it would end up being his fault they were late, and she would waste no time in telling Steve that. 

He patted down his pockets, checking for the wallet, keys, cigarettes, and lighter and as he was stepping out the front door, the horn honked again. 

He glared at the windshield to see that, surprisingly, it was not Robin honking the horn. As he jogged down the steps and over to the car, he watched as she smacked Dustin's hands away from the wheel before promptly placing hers back in the ten and two positions.

He opened the passenger door and Dustin stared up at him, "Yes?"

"Get in the back, Henderson."

Dustin rolled his eyes, "I'm not sure if you're aware of how the rules of shotgun work, but I was picked up first, therefore I saw the front seat first, ergo - I get the seat."

Eddie crouched down in his face, "And I'm not sure if you're aware that I'm six years your senior, I'm taller, cooler, and-" he ticked off on his fingers, "Have the authority and power to remove pick up and drop off privileges anytime I want,” he pulled at the front of Dustin’s jacket, picking him up a little, “Ergo, get your ass in the back seat."

Dustin grumbled, making it known how unfair it was and more about the rules of shotgun, but did start to crawl over the seat and into the back. Robin held out her hands in disbelief, "Seriously, get out of the car and go around-god no wonder Steve complains about being the babysitter all the time.”

Eddie slid into the seat, narrowly avoiding Dustin's foot, and placed a cigarette in his mouth, dangling between his lips as he mumbled, "Speaking of, why didn't he drive you two?"

Robin plucked the cigarette from his lips and threw it out the window as she backed out of Eddie's make shift drive and shrugged, "He took the others, and we knew your van was still busted and he knew I wanted to practice driving in the snow more."

Dustin pushed his head between the seats, "And I came for moral support."

Eddie placed another cigarette in between his lips and Robin reached over to grab it and Eddie glared and she took her eyes off of the road to glare back. Dustin reached forward and took the pack, "I'm also here to make sure you don't kill each other. Eddie, no smoking in Robin's car. Robin, Eddie can smoke if he wants to when we get there."

Eddie grumbled some sort of agreement and Robin mumbled, "Fine. Fill your lungs with poison."

Robin and Eddie had an interesting relationship. They didn’t hate each other, in fact, they were probably too similar for their own good. But in the past year, they’d butted heads on almost everything. Music, movies, the best and quickest way to get to a location, the perfect snacks for movies, what was reasonable and what was absolutely not when it came to toppings for pizza. Every outing ended in the two looking at Steve, waiting for him to choose a side and Steve walking away from them, disappointed. 

And Eddie knew that Robin wasn’t going anywhere. He knew how important she was to Steve. And she wasn’t a bad person. He could think of far worse people to share Steve Harrington with. And then it hit him. The three in this car were all people that very much had to share Steve against their will sometimes.  

As they pulled into the rink and saw Steve standing at the doorway watching the car, Eddie knew he had planned it this way on purpose. He could also tell that Robin was coming to the exact same realization as him at the same time and they both sighed.

Dustin looked between the two of them and then at Steve, "What? Why are you two sighing? And why aren't we getting out of the car?"

Eddie smirked, letting himself relish in the fact that he knew something before Dustin Henderson did and from the smile growing on Robin's face, she was too.

Eddie held out his hand, "Truce? He's yours first?"

Robin glanced at his hand then at Dustin, nodding her head, "He’s first. I'm second. You're third. But not in terms of his affection or whatever. In terms of front seat riding, movie night picking, ordering the two things you both want and splitting them equally kind of terms?"

Eddie grinned and nodded and she shook his hand. Dustin was still confused as they got out of the car and Eddie grabbed his head, shaking it a little as he tossed the pack of cigarettes into the car, "Don't worry about it. It wouldn't kill you to not know everything all the time, ya know."

Dustin held up his finger to protest and Steve eyes flicked between the three of them, hands in his pockets, rocking back onto his heels, "Everything okay?"

Eddie patted his shoulder as he walked past, "Of course."

Robin flicked Steve between his eyebrows, "Why wouldn't it be?"

Steve rubbed his forehead and Eddie glanced back to see Dustin frowning and gesturing to the two walking away, "What are you talking about? You were just about to deck each other in the car!"

Eddie frowned, "I don't know what you're talking about Henderson? Any ideas Buck?"

Robin faked her confusion well, "No idea Munson."

It really wasn't lost on him when he saw Steve's shoulders relax, eyes bouncing between him and Robin. He smiled a little and did the exact same thing to Dustin's head as he pushed him forward, saying a quiet, “I know,” to Dustin’s rant about the other two arguing all the time and that he wasn’t crazy, they had just been fighting. 

Eddie watched the gang on the opposite side of the rink come into view as he leaned against the side wall. Jonathan and Nancy were holding hands, skating amongst the group of patrons, Mike and Max were easily gliding circles around El, Lucas and Will who were all clinging to the side railing, all of them laughing and trying not to fall. He watched Dustin rush around the rink and bang on the glass at them and they all started yelling at each other through the glass.

Eddie shook his head, what a bunch of dorks they all were.

Steve walked up behind Dustin holding up skates and the way Dustin looked up at him, grinning, Steve rolling his eyes and gesturing to the rink made Eddie’s heart beat a little harder. Why was it so endearing? Why was watching Steve Harrington interacting with children doing this to his chest?

Robin sighed as she fell against the railing next to him, arms folded over it, matching Eddie's stance. She followed his gaze and cleared her throat and whispered, "I think he really likes you Eddie."

He rolled his eyes, "That why I'm third?"

She nudged his elbow with hers and didn't speak until he looked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, "I said not in terms of affection, didn't I?" she turned her gaze to the ice as her chin rested on her hands and she closed her eyes, “Just don’t break his heart…okay?”

He huffed out his breath, fat chance of him being the one to do that. He turned back to the ice and mumbled, “Wouldn’t plan on me being the one to do the heartbreaking Buckley,” just in time to see Steve gliding onto the ice, spinning and skating up and past the kids. Of course he's fucking perfect at it.

He glides past all of the kids and spins to skate backwards, just as he rips off Lucas’ hat. They all start to try to skate faster and catch up with him as he ducked in and out of the other skaters.

Robin rolled her eyes and muttered, "He's such a goddamn show off sometimes."

Eddie grinned, turning to her, “I think that’s the first thing we’ve ever agreed on.”

They smiled at each other as the kids broke off from one another, coming at Steve from two different directions and they watched as Steve froze, all the kids lunged towards him, all falling in a pile together on top of Steve laughing.

Steve started shoving all of them off and yelling something about 'your ass is grass'. But he stops as he sees that El can barely stand on her skates and that Max stayed back with her. Steve watched the boys skate away and leave them in the dust and put his hands on his hips before offering both of them to the girls. 

They both grinned and blushed a little as Steve pulled them on the rink, slowly scooting backwards on his skates and talking to them quietly. Robin and Eddie watched him lean in and whisper, before both girls nodded and he started to go faster, then released them from his hands, sending them gliding out in front of him. Nancy and Jonathan skate to a stop next to him and hand him a hockey stick and Steve has the girls grab it. He rolls his eyes as the boys all skate back over, trying to take turns on it instead of the girls and he pushes them away at first. Each time he gets faster, sending all of them into fits of laughter when they go flying.

The song changes overhead to Last Christmas by Wham! and Steve clutches his chest before pointing to the ceiling and closing his eyes, starting to belt out the lyrics. The kids all start booing and try to cover their ears but Steve just sings louder, spinning Max and El around on their skates. When the younger boys see the two girls grinning and giggling, Mike and Lucas start pushing him away, singing themselves and grabbing the girls hands. 

Steve grinned and started to skate away and Eddie looked away from him to see Robin staring at him knowingly. She whistled low and mumbled, "Oof. Bit by the Harrington love bug. What a way to go. You were right, it’s not you I have to worry about."

Eddie rolled his eyes as she walked away, the pair shoving each other's shoulders as Steve came to a stop in front of him. His nose and cheeks are flushed and pink from the cold, eyes sparkling and he nodded to wear Robin disappeared to, "Everything okay?"

Eddie glanced down at Steve's hands over his own. How his hazel eyes were looking at him and not anyone else currently. He thinks back to what Robin just said and he takes a deep breath because she’s right. 

He's completely and totally in love with Steve Harrington.

Eddie nodded, biting the inside of his lip and Steve frowned and lifted his hand, pulling at Eddie’s chin, "No it's not. You're biting your lip."

Eddie shrugged, praying his ears weren't turning pink, "I just need a cigarette is all."

Steve groaned and started to pull away, "Did Robin throw your cigarettes away? I talked to her, but I'll talk to her again and-"

"I think I love you."

Eddie closed his eyes, "Fuck. I mean. I didn't mean I think. Okay, listen, fuck-"

He rubbed his hands over his cheeks and opened his eyes to see Steve isn't there anymore. Great. Good going Munson, ruined the only good thing you've got going in your life, just like always.

He turned around again to see Steve no longer on the ice, but in front of him, kicking his skates off quickly and stepping over to him.

Steve's hands land on his chest, palms laid flat right over his erratically beating heart and without shoes on, he's just a tiny bit shorter and looking up at Eddie.

He's breathless as he asked, "You think you love me?"

Eddie shook his head no and he saw Steve's face fall and he blew out his breath before he cleared his throat and whispered, "I do love you."

Steve's face splits into a real grin. His dorky grin. Not his cool, ‘ha ha I think I'm funny’ grin. His genuine, head over heels, full of joy smile that Eddie can't get enough of as he asked, "Really?"

Eddie nodded, and Steve leaned in, breath fanning across his lips, "I love you too."

Eddie clutched at Steve's hips, voice a little more frail than he'd ever expected to come out of himself as he asked the exact same thing back, "Really?"

Steve continues to grin as he nodded, about to kiss him when they're both interrupted by the kids all smacking the glass to their right. All of them pretend to make out and make kissing noises coming from the other side, shouting out ‘Oh Eddie you’re so dreamy!’ and ‘I’m gonna be super disgusting and kiss you in front of everyone’ in high pitched voices.

Eddie laughed and covered his mouth quickly pretending it was a cough as Steve gave them all a look he’s only seen a handful of times. He turned to watch the kids skate and run away faster than they ever had, tripping and falling over each other screaming about how Steve was going to actually kill them this time. 

Twelve Days of Christmas Playlist:

Since I was lovingly told to tag people in *everything*, here you go you lovely ladies: @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean

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First of all, how are you? Yes, the main question honestly. I hope you had a nice New Year celebration. Yet another question, If this is a propriate one, how did your journey in watching figure skating begin?  Sorry for the curiosity, I’m just wondering how something passionate started.

And thank you.

I could say a million, million words and not be able to wrap them into the level of gratitude I feel towards the existence of your blog. I started, of course, with Yuuri (I love so much how good of a person he remains, despite all the hardships he encounters, so many significant details, but that's what Yuuri is all about: what you can't put into words, he always chooses action over expression which requires more attention, it's beyond me how many people can simply overlook that, and I think I could talk about it for a very long time), then I clung to all the clear and wonderful ideas about figure skating (special thank you for my sweet meow meow Wakaba Higuchi and dearest Satoko Miyahara), but beyond that I just felt comfortable staying here. I know this may sound awkward and perhaps too personal, but I really hope it doesn't unsettle you. The last little while has been hard for me (it's been going on longer than I realized) and it was good to know that I could go somewhere where I don't have to be afraid, where it would be safe to sit and just quietly think. Your perspective somehow softens my heart, sometimes it's hard for me to explain. I write in no way with the thought of burdening you, but with pure benevolence. I really hope that you know that we appreciate you very much. Thank you so much for your patience and dedication and lightness and seriousness. You don't have to read or respond to any of my words (only if you want to), I just hope you are well, and you are in good health. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, all the best, and peace of heart and soul.

Thank you for the lovely message. I'm really sorry it took me a while to reply. This was so sweet and I'm so glad my blog has been a place where you feel welcome and relieved. Seriously I almost teared up a bit reading this. And I hope things look up for you soon.

(Also your words about Yuuri are so nice. He really is the best boy ever.)

I hope you also had a great holiday season. Mine was nice. I went to a con over the weekend of NY, which was a new experience. I got a pair of roller skates which I haven't had a chance to try out yet because it's been too wet out. I could go to the skating rink, but I haven't roller skated since I was a teenager so I'd rather put them on the first time somewhere where no one will see me ahaha.

I got into skating when I was really young. I have vague memories of watching the whole Tonya Harding debacle play out, which definitely got me interested. I remember watching the Olympics that year on the tv in our basement. I only watched the women. Ladies has always been my favorite discipline. At the very beginning it was the only one I watched!

The next year my older brother gave me a poster of baby Michelle Kwan from his Sports Illustrated for Kids. I thought she looked super cool, because she was so young herself, so I started watching her competitions. The rest is basically history. I somehow became totally obsessed with her and it developed into a childhood hyper fixation. I recorded all of her competitions and by the early 2000s I had a literal massive box of recorded skating competitions (not just hers). Somewhere it still exists. I remember eventually I started taping over some of the competitions because I didn't want to buy new tapes, but I NEVER taped over one of Michelle's. I watched everything though; every pro competition (RIP cheesy pro comps), every ice show, etc. In the last half of the 90s and early 2000s, there was SO MUCH skating on tv in the US.

I went ice skating for the first time in when I was in elementary school, and my mom signed me up for lessons. I never completed the lessons because I stepped on the ice and within two minutes, I attempted a spin and broke my ankle. Kids are dumb. Once I was healed I did go back on the ice, and I skated a lot until high school. I did take lessons, but I was never super serious about it. I'd love to take it up again, but because of my ankles (ironically enough), I'd need to buy more expensive skates and I just haven't felt like investing in it. Hopefully the roller skates are a step toward that.

Michelle was such a constant in my childhood, because her career was quite long, that she really did leave an indelible mark on me. After she retired I kind of flitted in and out of the sport for some years. There were a couple skaters I pretty consistently followed, and some seasons I watched more competitions than others. So I was always a big fan, but sometimes I was more 'diehard' than other times.

I liked Davis and White and Mirai Nagasu, baby Yuzuru really caught my eye. I loved Tatsuki Machida and Shen/Zhao a lot. And Mao. ❤️

I always stayed up on being knowledgeable about the sport even if I wasn't committed to watching every competition. I've been watching consistently again since shortly after Sochi, but tbh until Yuri on Ice happened I didn't really talk about it much? I didn't know many people online who cared about skating, and I was well aware figure skating fandom was very vitriolic, so I pretty much refused to venture into it. I just watched it.

When YOI happened more of my regular online friends, people I followed, etc. started posting about skating so I started sharing my opinions more online as well. Also it was nice to come into a fandom already having knowledge about the subject matter ahahaha. That was new! TBH before YOI, in my head I'd plotted a figure skating AU for most of my fandoms. Now the AU was canon.

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PERSUASION | HERO FT FANFIC

CHAPTER 8

WC: 897

Hero pov

As I hear the door click open, I also hear Evan say, "I like her; what's she doing with you," his laughter indicates that he's joking.

"Haha," I lightly smile as I rub my neck. "She does have a certain vibe about her; it's quite infectious" I watch as the door swings closed.

"So go after her, dude," he nudges my shoulder making me lightly stumble back.

"I don't think she wants me to. I feel like she wants to be friends, and I mean, I get it we haven't known each other for that long, but I don't know. I like being around her; she respects the whole privacy thing, she's content with talking or texting, and I feel like I can be myself around her. But maybe this is too much for her."

What is happening to me? I have liked girls before; I have even wanted girls before. I'm no saint by any means, respectful of course but her God, do I want her, but what about?...

"You don't know till you ask; Evan's words break my concentration, making me glance in his direction. "So go ask," he pushes me.

"Fine, but if I get rejected, it's your fault!" I say while heading towards the door.

"When has a girl ever said no to you?" he laughs, and I roll my eyes, pushing the door.

More than you know..

She couldn't have gone that far. I look around then I see her over by the benches.

"Everything okay?" I ask, sitting down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She doesn't look up, which reminds me of the day I first saw her when she was upset.

"Jess, if I did something, you can tell me. I'd rather you tell me than not." I reach over to hold her hand, but she pulls away, her hands shaking.

"We should get back in there" she looks toward the building.

"Jess.." her eyes close as her name falls off of my lips as if it hurts her to hear it. "we have to be honest for this friendship to work" I swallow the bitterness in my mouth.

"I saw your face when Evan talked about going out, I know you want to go, and I don't want to be the reason why you don't," she says softly.

Standing up, I bend down in front of her, lifting her chin, "you're my friend too."

"But you haven't known me for that long, and this is your time off," she shrugs.

"I like what I know so far, and I choose how and who to spend my time with" I smile, which makes her blush, and then smile back. "You have a beautiful smile Jess" I start to lean in my face inches from hers.

"Thanks," she bites her lip, then pulls away, "so how about a compromise? What if you go skating, and I'll watch?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Just try not to fall on your ass," she laughs.

"We don't have to," I say, trying to hide the sting of rejection as I stand up.

"Yes, we do, plus I'm already texting Kristen, so now you have no choice," she smiles, hitting send and locking her phone. "Ready to go back in?"

Should I ask her? She did pull away; if she felt the same way, wouldn't she have let me kiss her?

"Hero, you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about something" I look down at her.

"Is it about the whole skating thing? I promise I'm fine, it's what friends do they compromise, plus this means you owe me, Tiffin," she jokes.

"It's not that, Jessica" I sit back down on the bench.

"Wow, Jessica, so formal," her smile fades, "must be serious. We can talk about it if you want. Can I ask you something first, though?" Her voice is shakey, almost like she's afraid to hear the response.

"Yeah, of course" I look at her.

"You aren't breaking up with me, are you? I mean like friendship. I enjoy talking to you, and I know this situation isn't the easiest." She says, picking at her fingers.

Wait, she thinks I don't want to be friends anymore? If anything, I want to be more, so why would anyone not want or stop being friends with her? She's always thinking of others, but at the same time, she's headstrong; she will call you out on your shit in a heartbeat and is so humble that it's cute.

"No, Jessica, I'm not going to stop being friends with you. I wanted—"

"There you are" Evan breaks in. "I was beginning to think you two left." He walks up, sitting down next to me.

"No, Hero was just telling me something" she looks at Evan then back at me.

"It can wait. Did Kristen text you back?" I ask quickly, changing the subject. She gives me a confused look.

"Um yeah, she said she'll take us; I told her she could come with Stella if she wants; I hope that's okay, Evan."

"Yeah, that's fine; give us like 15 minutes, and we'll be headed over there," he says, standing up and heading back towards the building again.

"I'm going to go ahead and tell Kristen so she can start back this way" she looks at me while heading towards the parking lot. I nod, getting up to follow her.

[i-may-be]

hii! i was wondering if i could have a matchup if that's alright 🗿

i'm bisexual and my pronouns are they/them, i'm okay with being called anything really. i lean more tward a masculine side, but not by much (kinda 50/50)

fandom is mha <3 i'd like a romantic match up please

the characters i don't wanna be matched up with are any kids like eri because that's weird :/

my loved ones say that i have a pretty laid back personality but i can have my moments where i don't stop talking lmao 😭 i can be pretty spacey and i constantly zone out when someone's talking for a long period of time

i'd like only one partner please and thank you :)

my style kinda varies but i mostly wear baggy black jeans and over side band shirts and hoodies. my first impression is quiet and reserved, but when i get to know someone well i talk (a lot)

other things i do when i'm comfortable with someone : i like to call them dumb and random names i make fun of them sometimes if i'm really comfortable around the person, i kinda hold onto them

some of my hobbies include playing the guitar, the drums, and bass. i also love skating and listening to music. i love cats and going to music stores and just looking around. people watching at the park is also pretty neat. i also really love the colors green and purple. i don't really like neon colors or loud noises.

and my type is calm white boys (a little emo) and really powerful women

thank you so much and have a great rest of your day !

hello! thank you for choosing this blog for your matchup <3

ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Nejire Hado

HOW YOU MET

You were in a relatively empty cafe enjoying your order when she first approached you.

Kinda put you off at first, because why is someone approaching you randomly in a cafe? But she was asking you questions faster than you could really think so you were already off to a rough start.

Things eventually smoothed over when Mirio came in(apparantly he was supposed to meet up with Nejire sooner, but she became bored with waiting for him after he was delayed) and he apologised for her bluntness and a few tad invasive questions that you never got around to answering in the first place.

Whatever tension you had eventually died down with Mirio there to make Nejire a little bit less intense, and somehow you all found yourselves deep in a conversation until the pair had to leave to go through with their original plan.

After that, you seemed to meet Nejire in random places and slowly got to know each other more thanks to her chatty personality and by your own growing proximity and encounter rates(that pokemon deep dive really pulling through in my writing lmao).

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

I don't know what your music taste is- like I'm assuming it's good considering it seems to be a big part of your life and you play three instruments- but just know Nejire's music taste is pure shit. Like in the most affectionate way possible, she has really bad taste in music. Like not even in the mainstream bad music way, she just listens to very obscure bad music. Respect though, she's dedicated.

While you both differ in a lot of hobbies and just your personalities in general, Nejire's curiousity about everything brings you both together as she learns more about your interests. Plus, she's pretty admirable in her determination and drive which pushed her to become one of the top 3 UA students. She admires a lot about you too, just like she admires things about everyone around her, but you're special in the sense that you can convince her to actually ask her what she admires about you, a question to payback for all the intrusive questions she gives you without much warning.

Get prepared to start knowing a lot of people and have a lot of people know you. Since she's settled more in herself and now has a chatty personality, Nejire knows a lot of people, and a lot of them are going to learn about you when you both get together. News spreads quickly, and your name will be associated with her. It's not anything anyone can control, but be warned.

HANGING OUT

You both seem to share that kind of curiousity about people, you with your people watching and Nejire with her, well her more blunt approach. You could definitely drag her out to people watch with you, she can definitely hold back going up and chatting to them if you want her to just sit with you and talk quietly about your observations.

Due to her quirk and the training she has to go through to overcome it, Nejire will sometimes just come to you utterly exhausted by the day. When she's in this state, she's much more willing to just let you talk about whatever you want or put on some music while she relaxes herself.

Ice-skating dates, go figure. I think she'd do kinda dumb stuff on the ice to see you laugh, but she's too cool to actually fall or anything. After you guys would go to a cute little cafe to eat or get a drink or whatever, but it's just a sweet time for you two where you have her full attention.

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Coming back to this post because of the wonderful reblog from @ectobiologay and because they brought up a point about the feminine/masculine portrayal of Eros which was a bit unclear in my first post. (I hope it's okay if I @ you because I don't know how to respond to tags and if it's not okay, just tell me and I'll delete that post, anyway thank you so much for your long tag-comment ❤️)

The first two times Yuuri skates Eros, he uses the "atashi" (female "I) pronoun, which is tied to the character he portrays aka the beautiful woman who seduces the playboy and stops him from going to the next town. However, when Viktor tells Yuuri to skate Eros as himself, he switches back to "boku" (male "I), which is the pronoun he uses for the rest of the time. The fact that he skates Eros as himself, indicates that he discarded the character [the woman] he portrayed at first as he no longer needs it to express his Eros. Of course, that doesn't tell us anything about whether he skates this routine less femininely, but it tells us that he now pours everything of himself into this routine and if this includes skating it in an effeminate way that would be different from a purely feminine performance if that makes sense (at least, both terms have different meanings to me, but I think we could split hairs over that, lol). The fact that Yuuri uses the "atashi" pronoun in only two instances and drops it the moment he no longer needs it, implies imho that he only used it for a role that was supposed to help him grasp Eros. I'm getting a bit cold-hearted and technical now because I look at this through a scientific and a writing lens (and I hope this won't attract hate from whoever will read this because I've stepped on anyone's toes in my ignorance): If for instance Yuuri were genderfluid (like me), the "atashi" pronoun would appear more often throughout the show and also when he's not skating Eros. He might even choose to dress femininely when his gender changes. I can't speak for other non-cis genders (if anyone reading this post can say more to this, please do enlighten me), but as a writer I can say that if a genderqueer character is well-written, we see typical patterns regarding their presentation and their pronouns (or a lack thereof, looking at Zoe Hange from AoT) to convey their genderqeerness to the audience. So far, the cold analysis of the little data the source material provides; I believe the gaps in the show and the lack of queer labels imho leave plenty of space for non cis-male Yuuri headcanons that can coexist with his canonic characterisation (I better don't mention how often I made a straight character queer although the source material didn't hint at it in any way but just because I wanted them to be queer).

I wrote a meta analysis that dives deeper into Yuuri's exploration of the Eros routine and how Eros evolves over the course of the season. You can read it here if that interests you.

There are quite a number of male YOI characters that could be described as the "effeminate gay man" stereotype due to how they present, not just in isolated instances but constantly and I'm looking especially Viktor, Chris, and Phichit (I wonder if the creators were aware of that). But except for characters like Yurio or JJ, most characters don't seem to care about how they present.

Apologies for the long reply, I struggle keeping it short. I'm always too happy to discuss my special interests and the queer representation of the YOI characters is a super exciting topic.

One of the many things I love about YOI is how it ignores gender norms. Like Viktor wearing androgynous costumes as a junior because it matched his looks? Lovely. Yuuri learning how to dance like a woman as he explores Eros? Great! Let this boy do whatever he needs to find his unique Eros expression. Mila practising lifts on Yurio? Please give me more.

None of these form a pattern that indicates anything about these characters' gender or, more generally their queerness (spoiler: these could apply to a number of labels or to none; gender is a societal construct and the reasons to not want to conform to it are various), the show is that vague and it seems a deliberate choice. Viktor eventually changed his style and image. Yuuri finds his unique, masculine expression of Eros in episode 6 when he seduces Viktor with his own charms (as conveyed through the use of the masculine pronoun "boku"). These characters live in a world where gender norms don't matter and where everyone can express themselves and explore certain aspects of their personality without anyone telling them that it's not "appropriate" for their gender.

And you can spin this further. If Viktor wants to wear a women's yukata because he loves the flower print, he can do that. If Yuuri wants to do ballet in pointé shoes because it challenges his sense of balance, no one can stop him. (In my fics, Viktor wears such shoes for that purpose and because he loves the laces.) If Chris wants to wear an evening gown and high heels because he loves how it emphasises his thighs and his bum, he can just go for it. If Yurio wants to wear a mini-skirt to ripped jeans, no one will bully him for it. If Mila wants to skate in black skates because it matches the colour of her costumes better than white skates, no one would care (same goes for white skates for any of the male characters). If Phichit wants to wear make-up, no one would give him strange looks.

The beauty of Yuri on Ice is that the characters are free to do these things without having to fear judgement or repercussions. They are free to choose how they want to express themselves, be it for image reasons, because of a character they portray in their figure skating routines, because it ties into a certain aspect of their queerness, or because they just prefer this over a traditional expression. In the world of YOI, it just doesn't matter. I would love to live in that world.

(You might notice that I don't count hair length as gender norm because for many people it's a stylistic choice. I'm thinking of all the metalheads and women with pixie haircuts, which have been normalised in most societies I know of.)

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Faded

Langa x reader

Warnings : self harm, mental abuse, physical abuse, crying, screaming, abandoning, depression, blood and angst and angst, not proofread.

Overview : Angst.

When your boyfriend, langa, left for japan, you knew you'd be lonely. They were your only family, you had no one except them, his father's death had hit you so hard you could kill yourself but you had to stay strong for langa. Living alone with no one by your side soon became a routine, the routine you had before you met langa, his family, they loved you.

Your father was straight up a drunkard and your mother, let's just say she opened legs for other men more than she opened her arms for you to hug or if she ever did.

You couldn't leave to stay with langa and his family, when your parents fought, resulting with you lying in your room after being hit by them, they needed to let their anger out and who was the best to blame except you? You were the reason they were both like this, they had said, hitting you over and over untill they calmed themselves down.

Your friends were worried for you, not only had langa left but also you were covered in new bruises and injuries almost every other day, barely eating or talking.

Langa called daily at first but soon his calls lied from once a week to once a month before you could comprehend anything that was happening. He would tell you everything about japan, his new friend reki, how he met so many people who skated so amazingly it was enchanting. Maybe the network wasn't so good on his side, that must be the reason he couldn't see your eyes hanging dull, your body looked like nothing but bones and skin, all the bruises, the injuries must be not so visible with a poor network.

He loved you afterall, he'd worry too much either way so it's okay. "Oh God reki is so awesome, you know y/n" and the rest you never heard your ears ringing in pain, as much as you wanted to listen to him, it hurt. The way he ignored all your well being and focused on some strangers he had met just a few months ago. it hurt so much but you couldn't speak it out, so you chose to end the call abruptly.

Sobbing into your knees, you sat on the bed feeling ever so lonely, you were starting to question everything and anything. Why were you even alive at this point, if only you died somehow. Soon it became a routine, crying till you passed out for an hour or so then getting up to go to school.

Your social media had died down to nothing, your life had died down to nothing. You were so tired of everything at this point, a murdered would stab you with a knife and you'd thank him for it. Soon langa's facetimes turned into voicecalls after your abrupt ending of the call.

You'd still receive calls from his mother but you barely picked them anymore, to say she was worried was an understatement. But langa was so busy, so happy with his life she couldn't get to tell him how worried she was for you.

you had started deeming yourself unworthy of living, of being with anyone, the mental and physical abuse from your parents only worsening to the point you couldn't breathe straight. You had switched to self harm as a coping method sooner than you had thought.

Not long before suicidal thoughts picked at your brain all the time, you were starting to fail classes, anyone could see how miserable you were, but no one ever cared enough to talk to you, or so you said, pushing everyone out.

It's been weeks since you last talked to langa, since you last went to school, choosing to burry yourself in your room instead. You parents were happier than ever, there abuse starting to get negligible, they weren't even near you anymore. your mother being pregnant with another child from your father. They were ecstatic, but you were not a part of it, the celebration stayed between them and their friends, tho your parents had started treating you better.

You found yourself falling deeper the more you struggled, your mental health declining to the point you were starting to loose all hopes in yourself. Your hate for others soon turned to hate for yourself and your self harm increased, many times your father would see your lying in you bedroom with bloody wrists, they were all worried for you, they stated, "go to therapy, y/n. We don't want to loose you" your mother sobbed to which you stayed there not moving. She hugged you, cried till you nodded your head. But therapy brought no good, just dragging you further down.

Langa had started getting worried sick and so was his mother, he had ranted about everything to his friends, whatever your friends told him. He wanted to talk to you even if once more, but you were fixed on isolating yourself more and more.

It was not long before you called langa, "I'm sorry, i was busy" you said, your voice was nothing more than emotionless and he begged you to tell him what was wrong but you stayed silent, his worry soon ending up with him screaming for you but you never answered. Not before he heard a loud crack and your parents screaming your name.

Langa stood frozen as he heard your parents cry and scream for you to wake up. He just wanted to pretend you were okay and alive. He was sitting in joe's restaurant, silently sipping the juice he was given as reki and shadow tried to distract him, suddenly his phone rang cutting off the awkward silence, and his mother told him to stay wherever he was and that she was coming to pick him up.

He just wanted to pretend you were okay, but it all came shattering down as his mother banged the door open, her face stained with tears as she fell on her knees sobbing and crying about how you had hanged yourself the day you called him, everyone remained silent, langa only sitting there not moving a muscle, oh God he wished he had stayed with you just a bit longer, called you a bit often, asked you if you were okay, he was selfish so selfish, if only he had noticed everything before maybe just maybe you would be talking to him rn.

Reki and shadow tried to comfort his mother who was now sobbing on the ground while langa just sat there frozen. He never thought a little lack of his concern could drive you to killing yourself. He wanted to blame someone and as much as he hated it he was the only right choice he found. Langa's phone pinged, a message from your mother's number. A page, stained with blood and tears, coming in his sight.

He saw your beautiful handwriting turn into nothing but a mess,

"I'm sorry, i love you i swear i do. But it was so hard living like this langa, there was no one, no one. I was so lonely so lonely, i thought cutting myself would do me any good, but it only drove me into more hunger for blood, and soon i wanted more than the stinging pain against my skin. I wanted to kill myself before i even knew it, you looked so happy when you called me that time. Stay smiling like that for me forever won't you? I'm sorry again langa i love you."

The letter was so abrupt as if you were in a hurry, as if you were dying. And he started sobbing before he knew it, surprising not only himself but everyone around him. His mother only teared up more she saw him crying. Cherry and joe desperately trying to calm the mother and son down.

It was a mess, the mess you left behind for them to handle, the mess you were going through all alone now cut short and stuck to everyone who loved you. Maybe if they all noticed sooner you'd have been here. Maybe just maybe if they told you they loved you sooner you would've been here.

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A/n: hey, so uhm idk i just wrote this in a flow. Just know if you, or someone you know is going through Something you can always seek help or go try to help someone, nothing you'd say to a depressed person would ever be meaningless, maybe your kindness saves a soul. Hope you all are doing fine hahhaha. Lot of angst for a day whew.

Anyway, thank you for reading🥺🥰🥰. Reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥺☺️💜

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pairing: joe x reader

prompt: your psycho ex text you while you were cuddling with joe and you felt uncomfortable, joe layer comforted you about the situation.

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safe place

Stars were out, so was the moon. The clock was ticking on the wall as you waited for the last customer to leave the shop. So you could quickly head to your boyfriend's place.

After a couple of minutes deciding which boards they were going to choose. They finally chose one, it was one of them you made. To be honest you were super proud of it.

The design was simple but you've spent so much time designing and drawing it. The customer paid and left. As they left you quickly went to the door and locked it.

You did your normal chores, like mopping the floor, cleaning the display and dusting the shelves. Thank god you only work night shifts. You said goodbye to Oka and Sketchy.

You took your skateboard and headed towards Joe's place which wasn't too far from your workplace. Skating through the streets. You saw some places that looked fun and thought about some date ideas for you and Joe.

Finally arriving at his place you got off your board and knocked on his door. You waited a bit until you heard the door lock unlock.

He greeted you with an excited face. He let you in and you placed your board next to his. You took off your shoes and went and hug him.

"How was work today, princess?" He asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You just hummed in response to his question. You were tired from today's work, even though not many came in. You just didn't sleep well.

You let go of him and walk towards his room and he follows you from behind. You went straight to his closet to pick out some clothes to wear. Since you were still wearing your 'work clothes', you picked out a white graphic tee.

Then you jumped onto his bed and simply laid there. You closed your eyes and relaxed your entire body. You felt a dip near you, it was just Joe.

You sat back up and went and slumped on Joe and just relaxed your whole entire body again.

Suddenly you just hear your phone ring every few seconds. You turned your body towards the nightstand, where your phone was.

You looked at your notifications and it was an unknown number. So you went and checked to see what the person texted to you.

It was along the lines of ' I know where you live, you know, I can come over whenever I want and make your life even more miserable.' to ' you're pathetic without me, you should have stayed with me instead being with that fkn goblin boyfriend of yours' you just closed your phone and just stared at nothing.

Joe turned himself towards you and he knew something wasn't right.

"Hey you okay?" He asked as he scooted closer to you.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm just tired because I didn't sleep well yesterday." You answered but of course it was kinda a lie. True you were tired but it wasn't just that. It was the fact that your ex-boyfriend threatened you. Of course, he knew where you live but what if he actually came over and started banging on your door like a mad man.

You just had so many thoughts about what he would do. You thought about many scenarios in your head. You were just overthinking over the texts he sent you.

" I know you are not fine, princess. I can see clearly on your face that something is bothering you." He said.

You sighed and just told him the same thing. But of course he kept asking if you were fine.

You were still in your head. Still thinking about scenarios that would never happen. You just felt Joe snatching your phone without warning.

"Your ex?" He asked as he was reading the threats that your ex sent to you. You didn't even fight back to get your phone back you just let it happen.

"Yeah..." you murmured, you were fiddling with your rings to avoid Joe's eye contact.

"Princess, why did you hide this? I know you just received them but please tell me if he ever sends you these threats again and if you're scared that he will actually come, you can move in with me until you feel safe again." He said softly.

"I'm sorry if I didn't tell you immediately, I was just shocked that he got my phone number even though I changed it. I just have too many things on my mind right now. I'm sorry." You sniffled a little. You were still in the process of healing from your past relationship.

For context, he cheated on you, he lied to you, he forced you to do stuff that you weren't comfortable with. You just kinda gave up. You kinda just let him do whatever he wants at that point.

But then one day you were just at the skatepark, just chilling and relaxing while looking at the sunset.

You then saw Joe, he was so handsome, his toned abs were everything, he had girls around him but then you both made eye contact, he smiled at you and you just turned your head away from his eyes.

You were blushing, your heart was slightly beating. You missed this feeling, like how you meant your ex for the first time during high school. But that feeling left when he showed his true colors.

The rainbow faded, clouds hid the sun, you were in the cold rain alone and hurt but then he came in and your world wasn't as gloomy. Flowers bloomed again but the sky was still gray.

You were about to leave the skatepark until you saw a pair of shoes in front you. You looked up to see Joe.

"Hey, can I have your number?" He asked shyly.

"Uh yes yes you can have my number" you stuttered a bit.

Later you caught your ex cheating on you and after that, a few months later you and Joe hit it off.

Anyways back to reality. You were Joe's grasped comforting you. Caressing your head, playing with your hair, it really soothes you. All of the thoughts about your ex just left your head.

"I'm sorry for not telling you again." You said while you were hugging him.

"Stop apologizing, it's fine, just please if you don't feel okay tell me and I'll try my best to comfort you. Since you are feeling a bit better, do you want some pizza? I made some earlier at my restaurant." He told you.

You nodded and sat up. You wiped off some small tears and stood up. Joe got up and you both walked towards the kitchen.

You both later ate and slept on the couch while the tv was playing a random show. You finally felt comfortable and all of your worries about your ex just left. Joe really did make you feel that he was your safe space.

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[marciego]

Hey girl, could you do 5, 20 and 22 for Lumón?? Thank you!!

5. Describe their cozy night in.

it's fuzzy socks time and dumb movie they can make fun of, sometimes they watch more romance oriented stuff because simon likes them but he knows luna doesn't really care so whenever they're watching a romcom she mostly snuggles with him and doesn't pay much attention to the movie but they're both very satisfied with this option too, luna shifts positions like every two minutes during the movie and every time she's more and more in simon's space, they make popcorn and try to throw it into the other's mouth and most of the time they're laughing so much they end up knocking over the bowl and having popcorn everywhere on the couch

also i think that like, very very very often they have plans to watch a movie together, but they start talking and joking and having fun that way and throwing popcorn at each other and before any of them notices they're falling asleep while talking and the movie is still paused at the first second

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

i made myself SO emotional choosing this song but....... so will i by ben platt absolutely like "the world will always be there and so will i"???? this was WRITTEN for them i'm still losing my mind

22. What reminds each of their partner?

honestly i think the best part of dating your best friend, especially your childhood best friend, is that you have memories with them everywhere and of everything, and i think luna would absolutely go that way about it. like i don't think she'd have precise things that Always remind her of him, but so so many small, mundane things she'd see in her every day life suddenly scream simon to her, like she still wears the friendship bracelet he gave her with they were 12 every day, she sees wild flowers and takes a picture of them to send to simon because the last time she picked flowers for him she put them in her backpack, ended up with dirt all over her stuff and forgot she had them for 3 days, so simon suggested that next time she just sends him a picture instead, she can be skating at the park and see a swing and think back about that time she almost killed simon at 8 when she pushed him way too enthusiastically there, and so on

but i do think that simon has more specific things, even tho obviously small stuff like this happen too, but the main things that remind simon of luna, outside of like the obvious stuff like the moon, rollerskating etc, are seeing bright colors that absolutely clash together and look awful together, like he'll see the ugliest shirt you can think of and get all soft thinking about his gf, and also music, like she's such an important part of his music, whenever he'd be playing or hearing it he'd end up thinking about her

[ghostsxagain]

The ice they're skating on is thin, ready to crack at a moment's notice and plunge them both into freezing water. There are two wise choices here: commit to one another properly and give the relationship a real try, or end it now before things can get even messier. Of course, neither one has any interest in choosing just yet, so they'll just continue on as they have been since getting involved. Remi's been changed by Bodhi and he's not ready to let him go - maybe one day he'll be brave enough to give them something better.

"Ah, there it is. No teeth pulling this time, you just came out with it. Thanks, Bodhi." Remi's smiling now, unable to hold onto his bad mood from earlier. Just like that it's melted away, gone without a trace. He really does love Bodhi with everything in him, there's no denying that now if he even tried. "I'm not mad, babe, not anymore. I don't even remember what it felt like - like it never happened, yeah?" He tightens his hold, their bodies pressed as closely as possible. "My sweet, sensitive little American. You can let it all go, we're good. We're going to have a good night together... Thank you for coming over." This version of Remington is softer, more vulnerable. No one else has seen it except for Bodhi, for it started to emerge slowly after they first hooked up. It feels like Rem's himself for the first time and he really likes it this way. "Was there anything you wanted to do, or is this okay for now?"

At any given moment, Bodhi’s terrified that the truth will come down like a hammer. Remi will tire of this game that they’re playing and find a nice girl. Hell move on like hes supposed to, and Bodhi will be left in the dust. This is what everyone alludes to, what everyone tells him in different words, and the fear has begun to creep into him like a toxin. So, he doesn’t let fights last long anymore. He comes running as soon as he can, at least when he’s at fault, and he waits patiently when it’s Remington’s turn. He’s so in love, he’s certain no one has ever loved anyone the way he and Remi love each other.

It’s a relief to be welcomed into those arms, to breathe in the familiar scent of his person - the one he loves, the one who loves him. “I said I’m sorry, you ass.” He replies with a little laugh and a half sniffle, arm around Remi’s neck before he nuzzles against the other’s jaw. “Please don’t stay mad at me, I can hardly take it.”

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Iron Triangle, #10 ;)

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10. netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

(I... I don't want to play dodgeball against ANY of them. Can they play against each other? O_o;;;)

OK, but seriously: I'm doing Netflix and chill (and I mean that in the LITERAL sense of the phrase because fuck EVERYTHING that had a hand in sexualizing it UGH) with Pangzi because I HAVE A CUDDLE PANGZI AGENDA RIGHT NOW and I think it would be lovely to curl up on the couch with snacks we made and watch GBBO or something fun and adventure-y. ^_^ OMG, we could watch all the Indiana Jones movies so get can laugh at all of them and tell me how wildly inaccurate they all are. XD

I am going ice-skating with Xiaoge, because I feel like he rarely gets to use his physical skills for purely fun things? I think he'd be good at it and he'd enjoy the stillness and quiet of ice skating on some distant pond and watching the glittering snow. And then I can take him for hot chocolate and bundle him up in warm things. ^_^

And if I HAVE TO play dodgeball* with someone, it's going to be Wu Xie because at least I'd stand a CHANCE... except now that I think about it, realistically, the second there's even a SLIM chance I might actually HIT Wu Xie, Xiaoge's going to show up to keep him from getting hit, and the game will be over and we can ALL THREE OF US go ice skating, get hot chocolate, and then settle in on the couch to cozy up and watch brainless TV.

SO ACTUALLY, my answer is that WE'RE ALL GOING TO DO THE FIRST TWO TOGETHER, and we're going to skip dodgeball because honestly WHO WOULD CHOOSE TO PLAY DODGEBALL WHEN YOU CAN DO THE OTHER TWO.* ;D

*no offense meant of course to anyone who actually enjoys dodgeball, but I... very, very much do not. OTZ

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For the ask game: Snow, Jake+MC, Love your fanfics 💙, and I also wanted to thank you for doing the truth or dare stuff with me, it's really fun! Wich brings me to my next question, truth or dare? 💙🐸🐱☕

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A/n: Hey, Anon! First of all, thank you for your request. Second, I'm very glad that you like my stories. Third, thank you for asking the Truth or Dare stuff. I love interacting with you all.😁 So, I hope you will like this, have fun. :)

And this time I choose truth again.🥰💚

It’s just fluff and a little comedy :D

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Yawning you get up from the warm bed in which Jake is still lying and not yet fully awake.

You walk on tiptoes over the cold ground to take a quick look out the window to check the weather.

It’s the end of November and slowly it should start snowing, you look forward to it all year, and then it takes so long.

You pull the curtains slightly to the side and a bright ray of sunshine shines into the room.

"MC" Jake suddenly growls and gets your attention. The sun has glowed directly into the face of the half-asleep hacker and blinded him. With a tortured face, he keeps his eyes closed. "Oups" you giggle and then look out the window.

"Oh my God" you call loudly and stares out of the completely snowy window, which has only a small free hole in the middle, and gives you a view of the white streets of Duskwood.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" Jake asks in a panic and sits down upright.

Squeaky, like a child who got a lot of candys, you turn to him and grin all over your face. Before you can stop yourself, you have already made your way to him and thrown yourself on him.

"Urgh" makes Jake as he falls on the mattress and you quickly pull yourself up to him to be able to look at him.

"We have to go out now!" you call excitedly and press your lips for a short kiss on his. He doesn’t even have time to react as you’ve already sat up.

He blinks over your enthusiasm and sits up again too.

So that you do not fall from his lap, he wraps his arms around you, "Good morning dear" he murmurs and yawns once.

"Good morning" you chuckle, "Jake the streets! It’s snowing! Everything is white," you finally explain to him your reason for joy, and he begins to smile wearily.

"Well finally" he grins and alludes to the past two weeks in which you have always complained that it has not yet snowed.

"And because of that, you and I have to" you press your index finger against his chest and then you point at yourself, "going out!"

He sighs, "All right"

"I didn’t even have a coffee, MC" amused he shakes his head.

"We can get you one from the baker around the corner! You like them so much, don’t you?!" you try to persuade him.

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Without looking, he knows what happened.

"Oh it’s so beautiful! Do you hear the snow crunching under your shoes?" You rave and make a not quite elegant spin where you almost slip on the smooth snow, "Oh Oops" you mumble when you have found your balance again.

"Be careful" warns Jake, who has pulled his black scarf over his nose.

"Yeah," you murmur, "Don’t run so fast, I can’t keep up," you tell him and keep going like you’re ice skating.

You lift the snowball to throw. Right now, at this moment, as if it were fate, the hacker turns around to you, "Did you just-"

"I’m cold, MC," he rebukes you and you roll your eyes. Your gaze falls on the outer window sill of a residential building on which a mountain of snow lies.

With devilish grin you grab the snow to form a ball from it.

"It’s okay," you appease him, but you can’t help but hang "Mr Grinch" at the end of your sentence.

"HA!" Jake calls and pulls his arms up, "One to one for me"

The snowball that was supposed to hit his back lands right in his face. Luckily, he had pulled the scarf up so high, otherwise it would have become even dumber. Jake twitches in shock as the cold wet hits him without warning. You’re gasping for air, you slam both hands together in front of your mouth. Luckily, you didn’t push the ball so hard.

"Oh God," you murmur guilty, "I’m so sorry, babe" you go toward him while he stands there wiping a load of snow out of his face.

"Did you really just call me Grinch?" he ends his sentence a little contrite and you have to admonish yourself not to grin.

But before you reach him, he had already bent down and picked up a mountain of snow with both hands. "Well.." the scarf slides down and reveals his nasty grin, "Then let me be your Grinch!"

"Oh no," you reel and quickly search for a way to seek protection, but already too late. You’re about to escape behind a bench when the snowball hits you right on your shoulder. You’re just trying to jump to the side, but you can’t.

Slowly you turn your head to the hacker, "All right, that means.. war"

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About 20 minutes later, you arrive completely exhausted, frozen and wet at the bakery, which is actually only 5 minutes walk away from your apartment. Jake’s cheeks and his nose are red, so are yours. Small ice crystals still stick to his eyelashes and his hair is a single mess.

Before you can open the door, Jake pulls you back and you bump into his chest, "You know, MC, that’s why I love you," he whispers grinning.

As countless little snowflakes fall on you, you two kiss each other, on the first winter day of the year.

"I love you too," you breathe.

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