#but yknow that was freaking low

[knockknockitsnickels]

For Equality (#Women), here's a Princess tierlist (already did a voices one). I was hesitant to make one bc all of the princesses are different facets of my beautiful wife whom I adore, but I also love to yap so let's do it. Full disclosure I like all of them a lot for different reasons so these rankings are based almost entirely on vibes. For the sake of brevity I'm gonna be counting unique chapter 3s alongside their respective chapter 2s and counting the shared chapter 3s separately. I know that makes no sense but c'mon there's like 22 of these ladies

EDIT: I completely missed Razor!!! 😭 I'm sorry babygirl. Updated to add her.

Spectre/Princess and the Dragon: Spectre my beloved. My most anticipated route after playing the demo, and she met all of my expectations. The themes of forgiveness in her route are wonderful, I love how reluctant she is to hurt you, even when you deliberately antagonize her. Princess and the Dragon was also great - getting to see from her perspective feels so fitting I'm surprised it wasn't in the original game, and the moment of quiet you get just chatting with her was a delight.

Nightmare/Moment of Clarity: One of the most tragic characters in the game. I adore the way Shifty's description of her completely recontextualizes the route, taking Nightmare from a quirked up lil villain to just a sad person trying to find a connection after being rejected. Another wrinkle is that no matter what route you take - whether you get Wraith, M.O.C, or set Nightmare free - there's not really a way to give her the connection she wants. I got M.O.C for the first time via choosing to stay with Nightmare, not wanting to release her after she admitted to wanting to destroy the world, but recognizing she just wanted a friend. After the vision she shows us, I felt bad for what I chose - I wanted to apologize to her, but there were no options left.

Prisoner/Cage: First princess I ever got, hence subject to first-princess bias. I've already talked a lot about how much I love her in another post so I won't repeat myself, but she truly is the 3rd best Princess in the game.

Fury: My babygirl It's really hard to write about why I love this girl so much. I've talked about it a bit before, but there's a special kind of horror in how you destroy Fury's original sense of identity (whether you got there via Adversary or Tower), and how upset she is by what she becomes. I think she also ties in really well with the overarching themes of the game. Her insistence that you are not your body and her desperation for you to understand her (in one route destroying herself in the process) remind me a lot of what Shifty has to say in the final fight.

Adversary/Eye of the Needle: My lovely wife whom I adore, my bestest friend. Adversary is such a fun and underrated character, her respect and genuine care for the player is so good AND she's hot. Eye of the Needle is also extremely underrated, her dialogue during the Shifting Mound fight - especially the variation when you free her - honestly gets me a lil emotional.

Wraith: A star, she's done nothing wrong, she is a girlboss and she is slaying. I've already written a bit about how tragic her route is & how I think she's one of the best shared chapter 3s in how she changes depending on the context, so instead i will say: banger design.

Witch/Thorn: Yeah im basic. Thorn was something I was hoping for basically as soon as I realized I couldn't get through the game without hurting the Princess, and it really met my expectations. Witch is a fascinating character - she's so desperate for revenge she'll end up destroying herself in the process, yet despite reveling in how awful she believes the two of you are, her chapter 3s show there's a part of her which wants to reconcile with you.

Damsel/Happily Ever After: Damsel on her own I found to be a pretty funny route - Smitten's dialogue, her happily agreeing to end the world, & Narrator suffering throughout the whole route makes it a lot of fun. Honestly even the more unsettling moments like the deconstructed Damsel are kind of funny - like OK I think it's fascinating thematically (we're trying to help her by asking what she wants but in questioning the only desire she knows we strip her personhood away), but also her turning into an anime doodle is hilarious I'm sorry. Despite that, there is this underlying, deeply uncomfortable horror to the whole route which comes to the surface in HEA and Burned Grey (we'll get to her). HEA is genuinely the most tense I've ever felt playing this game lmao. I think she adds a lot to Damsel - she gives her another dimension of personhood, and whether you choose to pursue it or not, I think the route feels incomplete without it.

Razor: Hilarious, showstopping, spectacular. Her route is a lot more lighthearted than the others, which helps her stand out and can be a nice break on some of the rougher playthroughs. It's hilarious that she was originally going to be a bit more sinister - I'm glad BTG made the best decision anyone has ever made and changed her to her current version. There's also some interesting stuff going on with her thematically, esp in how she parallels Stranger she stole Stranger's ch 3 that's why she's the only route with 4 chapters and how she kind of flips the script on the player and so the slain becomes the slayer. Also, I just love the concept behind her design - her exploding into the perfect woman a knife monster is something I will never forget. She probably has some of the same problems with linearity as some of the routes I talk about later (you're always going to see almost the exact same 4 chapters, after all) but there's enough variation in dialogue and outcome to make me always happy visiting my dear friend Razor.

Stranger: I love her but she's probably one of the routes I replay the least, just because it always plays out the same. Either way, I love the lil peak behind the curtain her chapter gives us, and I love getting to reunite with her & having a real conversation for the first time if you get her as the heart princess.

Tower/Apotheosis: God forbid women do anything. Pristine cut really did wonders for her - honestly in hindsight I think part of the response to her might have had to do with how brief both of her Ch 3s could be. Getting a chance to see (both via Apotheosis & Fury) how much she clings to to her divinity adds a lot to her character.

Wild: Wild really hits different after all of the tension in Beast & Witch. I'm not sure how intentional this was, but I like how both of the no-knife princesses (Beast & Witch) have ch 3s where there's an option to reconcile. I'm guessing the devs knew players would probably eventually be forced to backstab the princess & wanted to give them a chance to make things right? Either way, I love she. The dissonance between the peaceful atmosphere of this route & her desperation to stay together makes this one of the most anxiety-inducing routes in the game.

Drowned Grey: Extremely cool design, extremely cool environment, I love the whole "widow/bride" thing the two greys have going on, unfortunately her route is extremely short & linear. I think part of my trouble with the greys is I don't entirely understand how anyone would get them naturally lol. You stabbed the prisoner? Jail for you. Jail for 100 years.

Burned Grey: My thoughts on her are basically identical to my thoughts on the Drowned Grey but she's lower because I think Drowned Grey looks cooler. Sorry bestie.

Beast/Den: She's one of the most horrifying princesses to me, which is probably part of why I try to avoid getting her route, lol. The themes of dehumanization & the way she's reduced to a base instinct of wanting to consume you just so she can be "whole" again freaks me out. Also the part where she rips you in half & is like "lol oops" is so funny. Legend.

[6ebe]

[yioh]

i can’t be the only one who rly does not like furina’s design😭

[mossflower]

ok i’m gonna set an alarm but it is not the end of the world if i miss the lecture tomorrow

[lacnunga]

am so deeply intrigued by all of the things you are working on but PLEAB tell me about 'jsamn changeling' I am V INTERESTED

Hmmm this was kind of a case of misnaming bc it is at its core a arabella x emma accidental child aquisition fic and the child in question is actually a witch, not a changeling as i was thinking of. i was thinking about the half-human, half-fairy children that were called witches in jsamn and how there'd be like a spate of them post canon with the reopening of fairy roads and how these kids would manifest their fairy sides like maliciousness and greed etc when not raised in a fairy environement. like how far does this nature extend in a human environment? also, how would a human community react to half fairy children, after centuries of no fairies at all, and all remaining people of fairy blood being so removed from their ancestry.

aNYWAY the main point is arabella finds a half fairy kid without knowing her parentage and takes her in. emma can sort of sense the fairy-ness about the kid and as she's already traumatised by her experience in fairy she has a real hard time adapting to having the girl around, but also sticks it out bc she loves arabella. it does become a little haunted story bc the girl has intrinsic fairy magic and manifests it in wild ways to protect arabella and injure emma and arabella has to navigate this weird tangle of protecting emma, dealing with her own fairy trauma, protecting the girl from herself and the superstitious folks and deciding whether the girl would be better off in fairy with her father or if she should stay in the human world.

blah blah here's an excerpt.

“Mrs Strange,” came Lady Pole’s voice, tight and choked with tension, “what is that?” Lady Pole stood at the head of the stairs, dressed in her sombre gown and with her hair cascading down in wild tangles. Evidently, she had only then woken from the restless dream she had been dragged into. The dark bags beneath her narrowed eyes stood out starkly upon her sallow skin, and she was then clutching at the banister with one hand so tightly as to draw her knuckles white. She was staring at Lucy. Lucy, for her part, had not taken her pearlescent eyes off of Andromeda and was still baring her teeth at the hissing puss in an attempt at intimidation. “It is a child, Lady Pole,” Arabella said. “I have called her Lucy – she was found at the-,” she cut herself off suddenly, remembering that she had intended to keep her trip a secret from Lady Pole. But the damage had been done, and the Lady fixed upon her with such an intensity that she could hardly lie about the matter. “I found her by a fairy road,” she reluctantly admitted, fiddling with the ends of her rough bandage. Lady Pole inhaled sharply. “…It is not safe for you to go near Faerie, Mrs Strange,” she snapped. Arabella tried not to take the tone to heart, reminding herself that it was simply Lady Pole’s way of showing her concern. “The road is still closed,” she assured her, keeping her tone low and soothing as she had often done when Jonathan was in one of his agitated states. “But the poor darling was just standing there, moaning. I think-,” she hastily crouched down and covered Lucy’s ears with her hands. “I think she was abandoned there. She cannot talk,” she whispered. She quickly yanked back her hands as Lucy tried to bite her again. “I see,” Lady Pole said, although she was clearly unhappy about it. “And you have decided to be its- her Samaritan, I assume?” Arabella shifted. “Well, I could hardly leave her there, my lady.” By her stolid stance, Arabella thought that might be precisely what Lady Pole would prefer her to have done.

[crispyflowerblaze]

my ranking of Piano Man by Billy Joel, just how i feel right now

1) Piano Man: yeah i mean i adore this song, it's so great, and it's one of the Billy Joel songs i've known the longest

2) Captain Jack: man i freaking love this song, it's so cool, and like the music part leading up to the chorus, holy shit, and the chorus is so amazing too

3) Somewhere Along the Line: this one is just a bop, i have a lot of fun with it

4) The Ballad of Billy the Kid: i really like this song, the instrumental parts are so great and yeah i dunno i just really really like it

5) Worse Comes to Worst: really not too sure about this placement, honestly this and the next two could've gone either way but this felt the most right, yeah this one's really fun

6) Stop in Nevada: again, not too sure on the placement, but it's also really fun

7) Ain't No Crime: ditto, i just have to dock points cus the one line that's like "but you won't want him every day" and that doesn't rhyme but if he said night it would've rhymed! lol does anyone else agree with this

8) If I Only Had the Words (To Tell You): i really like some parts of this but personally it just doesn't stick out in my mind too much

9) Travelin' Prayer: same, has some really nice parts but doesn't stick out too much

10) You're My Home: very sweet but again, just doesn't stick out in my mind very much

[sirompp]

[silent-sentinels]

[reads a "am i pluraI" guide] hm okay okay okay okay okay okay okay o

[fjordfolk]

trojzoi saga continues

heart murmur confirmed in troj. grade 1~2 according to vet, says she would've missed it on a bad day or if i hadn't brought it up, called it a 'slight clicking sound.' everything else is fine, pulse is solid, so vet didn't think there was reason to worry or have much else to say about it other than 'we'll keep it in mind, i guess.'

[auckie]

I think the things that offend me most nowadays in like, smaller interpersonal interactions rather than grand, sweeping trends in culture, are when people chose to not partake in a wide set of things. Like musical close mindedness, or refusal to try different foods from different cultures. Not watching an entire subset of films bc they’re ‘french’. Avoiding reading bc you say you have adhd and it’s too hard. Like dude I get it, I’m busy. I can be picky. Everyone can. But the willful ignorance of closing yourself off to those VAST portions of the human experience, and not having curiosity and a lust to learn and explore art that was made by someone worlds apart from you either in terms of their culture, era, whatever. I dunno man it just pisses me off so bad. I think it’s arrogant. Like oh you’re comfortable in your safe little bubble huh? And you’re enforcing its barriers with the excuse that you’re autistic and have sensory issues. With music made by black people?? lol okay. It is pretty presumptuous for me to assume malicious intent but I think those prejudices are borne from either the comfort of being someone who’s wealthy and probably white not feeling the need to learn past what they think is enough, or it’s a reflection of a society that’s taught you to prioritize what it shills— popular, current (white, depending where you live ig) artists who are making streamlined, easy to digest content. Often when I meet people with these issues they’ll have one particular ‘niche’, and it tends to be like. 70s music. Victorian literature. Anime and Japanese games. But they’re still not really investing beyond the media presented. Like there’s so much more to Japanese culture than liking some cartoons put out between 2010-2020. You don’t gotta become some sorta Einstein who learns the background of every little freak in FGO yeah. But don’t you wanna aim higher? Aren’t you interested in any of the historical figures? And nothings wrong with hopping onto a trend. You read Dracula bc of that Dracula daily thing. Cool! Read more. Some people will say they’re chronically ill or disabled and can’t get outside. That’s okay. The internet is full of things you can read other than fanfiction, YouTube has a shit ton of free music. There’s Wikipedia and free articles online if you have questions about things. Yeah nobody is spending four hours a day looking at the national archives website and studying art history but it’s imbued in the things around you, and youll absorb it ambiently as you go along. you dont have to be a jack of all trades and cover every major genre of every major medium, but it never hurts to try! I really love seeing ppl ask too. Bc it can be kind of humiliating to admit to what seems like some jackass hipster that you’ve never delved into, idk, Serbian films (lol not that one). And hopefully if whoever you’re asking will give you honest good recommendations and not berate you. I’m kind of berate a straw man rn I guess. The hostile tone def doesn’t lend to an atmosphere of sharing but I cannot tell you how many times I’ve rbed anything involving specifically jazz only to see someone rb and add the stupidest comment on the post, or in the tags, or go into my inbox to be like waaah I don’t like jazz bc it’s boring and old and for pretentious hypocrites who hate neurodivergent people! Like what are you TALKING about. Fine if you don’t like it but don’t try and rationalize that as a moral standing you shit lark. And just as they’re allowed to dislike jazz I’m allowed to not really enjoy people who don’t like jazz. Or country. Nautical knots. Knit wear. Watching urbex YouTubers get their shit rocked by squatters. Korean food. Pachuco fashion and stupid ugly low riders. Bollywood films. and they don’t want to try any of those things either yknow? The next thing I’m getting into is circuit bending.

[jsfix]

Sweet Treat

Kinktober Halloween - Blood Kink

Pairing: Tim Drake x GN!Vampire!Reader

Summary: Tim lets you feed on him.  

Warnings: MDNI, no pronouns and no description of reader, reader is unhinged and obsessed with Tim (relatable), blood (mention of drinking from people/animals, the taste of it, vampire stuff yknow), Tim & reader have safe words, unprotected sex, coming inside, oral (Tim receiving), praise (Tim receiving), blood kink (Tim is a freak), marking, little bit of cockwarming

WC: 1,912

AN: happy halloween!!

Though you had no problem draining the life of the scum that inhabited Gotham City, your boyfriend sorely did. And, because you loved him, you tried feeding only from animals, though this left you weak. After a few months of low-energy, constant sleeping, and mood swings, Tim suggested you try feeding from him instead.

You told him he was crazy. How could you even think about feeding from him? Drinking his blood, splitting his skin with your sharp teeth, leaving painful marks even if they were quickly healed from your tongue. He insisted you at least try. He hated seeing you weak, especially if you were only feeding from animals to please him. He eventually wore you down. You matched him in stubbornness but, honestly, now you were too tired to fight for too long.

The first time you drank from him was… interesting. You two sat on the couch, each of you trying to calm the other’s nerves. He was good at masking it, of course, but you were good at reading him. You watched admired him a lot. Not in a creepy way, you swear, he was just hard to look away from. You knew his tics; the way his eyes would brighten when he uncovered a missing piece from a case, how he’d rhythmically tap each finger against his thumb when he was lost in thought, how his nose would twitch just the slightest bit when he was nervous. It was a blink-and-you’d-miss-it type of thing. You never missed it.

You comforted him by running your fingers through his hair - a gesture that always calmed him - and tried to appear relaxed. Of course, he knew your tics as well. The hand gently squeezing your thigh told you as much. You made him come up with a safe word. You didn’t want to drink too much from him, worried about hurting him, he said he would tell you when to stop. Still, your hand had a slight shake to it as it cupped his head, tilting it away from you to expose his neck. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his skin before sinking your teeth into it.

He let out a gasp, almost flinching away but being held in place by your hands. He grunted as you fed from him, his hand on your thigh tightening in what you would have assumed was pain if not for his other hand coming up to push your head closer into his neck. He started moaning now, soft breathy ones escaping his mouth in between whispers of your name. You were in a similar state and found yourself unable to pull away from him, only stopping when he stuttered his safe word. You stopped instantly, pressing kisses against his wound and licking it closed before pulling away fully to look at him.

He was flushed, cheeks a bright red, chest heaving, the cobalt blue of his eyes barely visible from the way his pupils had dilated. You were in a similar state; your chest heaving, your iris’, now tinged red, barely visible, and the blood you’d drunk from him allowing a faint warmth to pool beneath your cheeks. Needless to say, you didn't get much rest that night.

His blood - he, all of him - was addicting. You didn’t think you could be more obsessed in love with him. Before, feedings were just routine. You enjoyed the occasional chase when your victims tried to run from you, sure, but drinking blood from criminals and animals was just to satiate your hunger; it left you feeling full and that was that.

Drinking from Tim, however, left you feeling warm. Not only from his actual warm blood coursing through your body, a warmth you only experienced back when you were alive, a sensation you’d never felt from your past victims - but also from his trust in you and the love you shared. And also because he just tasted so damn good. His blood was almost sweet and felt so smooth going down your throat and left you with a sense of euphoria you’d never felt before. You were used to craving him - his kisses, his laugh, his presence - but this level of intensity was new. It was almost painful, the time between your biweekly feedings, waiting to taste his sweet blood again.

You know Tim felt a similar pleasure from your bite and he claimed the fanfare surrounding feedings nights was unnecessary (a lie, you knew he loved it) but you still wanted to make him feel special. It was a big thing, him letting you feed from him, and it took a lot out of him, which is why feeding nights were always planned for the night before his required two days off from patrolling (the guilt of feeding from him never really left but if anything at least it got him to actually rest).

Sometimes you’d wine and dine him (literally); sometimes, you’d have a simple movie night, spooning him on the couch, sinking your teeth into his gentle skin while jerking his cock, a combination that made him come almost instantly; other times, you liked to take it a bit slower.

On these nights, you liked to have him on his back, writhing as you kissed up and down his thighs.

“Fuck!” He let out, followed by a whimper of your name as his hips jerk up off the mattress. You hum at the taste of blood from the bite on his thigh.

“You taste so good, baby.” You murmur against his skin, moving to bite the soft skin of his inner thigh. You suck gently as he moans again, careful not to let your thirst take over. You want to draw this out.

“So sweet,” You lick the wound, pressing a kiss to the now healed skin. “So good for me.”

You continue kissing his thighs, nipping and licking his skin as he shakes with the effort to stay still, desperate but not wanting the pleasure to end. You reward his patience, finally taking his cock into your hand, hard and leaking, moving your thumb over his slit, gathering his pre-cum and stroking slowly. He sighs shakily, feeling relief from the friction. You rise from your lying position, knees pressed into the mattress as you lean over him to let a glob of spit mixed with blood trail past your lips onto his tip. He moans at the redness you massage over his length.

“Please,” he moans your name as your hand moves up and down his shaft, “please, please.”

“What do you need, baby?” You coo at his begging, moving your other hand to cup his balls. His hips jerk and he lets out another moan.

“I, I need-“ you cut him off, taking his tip into your mouth. You suck at his ruddy head, wishing you could take him fully.

“Oh, god!” He moans loudly, thrusting into your mouth before you manage to press your forearms against his thighs, pinning him. “Oh, fuck!”

You release him from your mouth, pressing light kisses along his shaft and down to where your hand was gently massaging his balls, taking one in your mouth to lap at while he caught his breath.

“What was that?” You smirked as he glared at you. “What do you need?” You licked his slit, the saltiness of his pre-cum mixing with the lingering sweetness of his blood. He hissed.

“You. Need you.” He released his grip of the sheets, sitting up to pull you up towards him. You let him move you, straddling his hips as he pressed kisses over your chest and neck, anywhere he could reach while you settled over him. You gently cupped his face moving him away from your neck to look at him. Your thumbs caressed his red cheeks as you smiled softly at him, taking him in.

“You okay?” The words were whispered, a quiet pause in the middle of an intense session. You felt as if you were in a bubble, oblivious to the outside world and its people and its crimes and ugliness and hate. You wanted to stay in this bubble forever, with Tim, with his beauty and love.

He smiles back at you, equally soft. He was thinking the same thing as you; he thought he could stay in this moment forever, you gently holding his face, looking at him with so much love, he thought he could burst from the feeling of it. The light from the rising sun shining through the window, hitting your figure, leaving you with a glow that somehow made you look even more beautiful, gentle for him, even with your red eyes and fangs covered in his blood.

“Yeah,” Tim said breathlessly. Your smile widened and you leaned down to kiss him. He sighed into the kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. Your kisses are gentle, both for the sake of the bubble you’ve created and for his lips. They grow rougher as he starts grinding up against you and you find yourself thinking he really doesn’t care about your fangs making his lips bleed.

He runs his tongue across your fangs, purposefully rubbing against the sharp point and you both moan as it cuts and bleeds into your mouths, just for a second, before it heals. Swapping spit and blood, Tim whines as his hips grind against yours harder and harder. He begs once more, needing to feel your walls around him, your warmth enveloping his dick. You reach down to grab his length, positioning it against your hole before sinking down on his cock, causing you to moan simultaneously. You let yourself adjust to his size while he goes back to kissing your neck, sucking hard at the skin to leave his own marks on you. After a quick ready? you finally move. He plants his feet and thrusts up into you and you set a quick pace, too desperate for each other to go slow.

The room fills with grunts and whimpers, moans of each other’s names only interrupted by pleas of harder, faster and expletives. You felt yourself getting close to your peak, Tim following right behind you. He grabs your hip with one hand and with the other grips the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss before guiding you towards his neck, tilting his head for access. You dig in, euphoria hitting immediately, causing you to cum. Tim manages a few more thrusts before coming himself, cum spurting into you as he digs his fingers into your skin.

You stay in this position for a bit, warming his softening cock while you drink from him and rest against him. His arms rub up and down your sides, occasionally squeezing you when he feels a spike of pleasure. He thinks he could stay in this moment forever too, if it weren’t for the potential loss of life. You pull back from him sooner than you normally would, that warmth filling your body already from the nips you’d given his thighs and lips. You gently press a kiss around the bite mark, about to run your tongue across it before-

“Leave it!”

You pull back, startled. He’d never asked you to leave marks before.

“Leave them. Please,” he says, surprisingly bashful with his red cheeks and even redder lips covered in blood, “I like your marks.”

You smile, feeling your cheeks warm, before kissing him.

AN: don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed this fic!! Thanks for reading :))

[bomber-grl]

Hiro affection headcannons

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

Knowing how hiro is , it’d be best to assume the ways he tends to show affection aren’t all that romantic at first glance

He gets so awkward whenever you give the slight implication that something is romantic

So, the only way he can properly function is if his actions are under the guise of being funny or just him joking around

So more often than not you and hiro will be bickering about whatever and honestly at each others throats 😭

Hiro will go AT you

He’s merciless with his insults and despite how horrible and childish they are he’s proud nonetheless

Ofc it’s mutual and always done if the other is comfortable

However, if you were to ever want to do anything that inherently romantic hiro won’t be completely opposed, but it’ll take him some time

You’d be the one that would have to take the initiative and go out of your way to romance him

You can usually tell when he’s taken off guard, especially with how he’d stiffen up and try his best to face away from you

I mean you can obviously tell how red his face is but if anything, he’s doing it to save face and not end up being teased by you once he gets his confidence back 😭

On the more serious note, he knows how frustrating it must be if you ever want to hug or kiss or even just hold his hand.

He knows how difficult he can be but it’s honestly just difficult for him to express affection especially if that affection is towards someone who is his s/o

Now that we’ve established that hiro is a bundle of nerves let’s get onto the actual acts

So when you decided to hug hiro it wasn’t exactly a conscious decision

It was sorta in the moment and you’d only have realized because of how hiros face and body language told you everything you needed to know

+ his voice crack when he tried to speak 🤭

Well onto to the actual acts-

When you initially held hiros hand it was more spontaneous than anything 😭

It’s honestly nerve wrecking and before you could even do anything it was hiro who did it first

You looked towards your hands and his was clasped over yours

It was more than awkward but you could tell it took everything out of hiro

It was best to assume it was because he felt guilty for making it seem like he didn’t really care

Either way it wasn’t like you could tell him anything since he ended up freaking out after 6 seconds and wiping his hand , saying that they were “too sweaty”

Which was probably the case too

If you ever hold hiro hostage and try to hold his hands for a good time, he’ll let you but don’t expect hiro to say anything

He doesn’t trust his voice

What’s worse than the state he’s already in? Is that fact you shove it in his face and make him feel even worse 😭

With all relationships y’all are likely to kiss

And for hiros case it was not only his first kiss with you but just in general

The first few times you try to initiate a kiss he’ll totally freak and bail

I mean you can ofc tease him and he’ll be at your mercy-

But it’s just best to give him some space

It’s only like a few months later that the both of you are chilling and you decide to kiss him

You’d probably be in his lab or room and once you kiss him he’d reciprocate

But once the kiss ends he’s having a mini panic attack and totally freaks out internally, if it isn’t already physically visible

He’d probs trip in the process of yeeting himself away from you afterwards 🧍‍♀️

And if you’re in his room in the scenario then this would alert Baymax, worst? Cass

Either way Baymax is totally there to make it even more embarrassing and awkward for hiro by pointing out your heart rates

If you make a habit at hugging, holding his hand or even just kissing his cheek then you’d have to give him a moment 😭

He won’t push u away tho

Luckily these moments are basically free times for you to tease and absolutely make fun of him 😼

Yknow, In the case this degenerate decides to poke fun at you

When they go low, I go lower

[creative-clawmarks]

What was Alex's theoretical stance on being a vampire BEFORE becoming a vampire?

What is his stance on being a vampire now that he IS?

Beforehand he'd really never thought about it and I think if you asked him he would say it doesn't matter cuz vampires aren't real.

Afterwards he feels that it mostly sucks cuz, yknow, he's a forever murderer and anything brighter than a low-watt bulb hurts his eyes now. I say mostly tho cuz some things like crawling on the ceiling and being irresistible to freaks are objectively fun.

And, well, he also enjoys violence and eating people while he's doing it, but those are accursed instinct and he feels bad right after so I don't think that counts...

[sixerstanley]

Ford loves Stan’s belly so much is2g. He loves fucking Stan missionary because he likes seeing the belly jiggle. He loves spooning Stan so he can wrap his arms around that big hairy belly and feeling the warmth it creates in his hands. He loves feeding Stan with one hand and keeping his other in Stan’s belly to feel it. But he never calls Stan fat or makes him insecure about his belly, he loves it, he loves Stan

He is a freak about his brothers stomach. But like, respectfully though

regarding the first part: YESSSSSS Ford LOVES Stan's belly!!!! he loves to see it jiggling, loves to see how it moves when stan does, hell, when he's even just laughing.

when it comes to the other part tho, its chill if you wanna disregard canon (which you have every right to, because frankly, gravity falls suffers from a lot of fatphobic material/jokes, but so did a lot of shows in those days) but in Journal 3 Ford canonically is a jerk about Stan's figure. And tbh, speaking as a fat person myself, not that that type of behavior is okay, but i think Ford having a bit of an internal arc about it is fine. Like, starting off a jerk about Stan's weight (bc in journal 3 he's a dick fdsjndjfksn) but then realizing its either 1) some internalized stuff, 2) the funnier option to me, that he actually likes it a LOT but doesn't want to because we're taught as a society that fat people are undesirable, or 3) a mix of the two.

Like again as someone who's fat myself its very funny to think of Ford glowering at his desk and drawing stan in the journal, gritting his teeth clenching his jaw and trying not to pop a boner.

Post weirdmageddon tho and his character growth? Ford is absolutely a ton sweeter about Stan's weight, i think even going full body worship on him a LOT. Stan probably gets...not uncomfortable, but yknow when your self esteem about something regarding yourself is so so low that when someone compliments that, even if they DO mean it genuinely. you don't really know how to react? yeah. that.

i think it would take a lot of time for stan to believe all that stuff, especially since ford was a dick about it before, which tbh, makes the whole ford being guilty thing that much juicier imo

but yeah! those are just my thoughts on it, i see where ur coming from tho

[ohtobearandomftblog]

random dragon slayer headcanons so my brain will let me get back to writing a fic

bite. monchity cromchity. its their way of hugging. or it was before erza beat it into natsu that that was a No. the others learned through others, too, except for erik. he still bites. the dragon slayers dont hug each other though they only bite. not enough to break skin but enough to leave an indent for a few minutes.

stare. stareeeeeeeeee. stares so much that people wonder if they even blink. they do. but if theyre staring its that weird membrane thing that wets their eyes without obstructing their vision too much. not many people realize it and even fewer arent freaked out.

the raised slayers view the lacrima slayers as true dragon slayers. the lacrima slayers do not view themselves as true dragon slayers. the raised slayers do so much random shit trying to convince the lacrima slayers that they are, in fact, true dragon slayers.

they can tell emotions. generally. if someones sad they stick around as a shoulder to lean on or a wall to vent to. if someones angry they either get prickly too or stay far away. its like a pet.

can also tell if someones low in calcium or potassium or something similar. like a service pet. they almost never point it out, but they do bring like milk or bananas over or even drag people out into the sun and stare at them until they accept their new position.

sunbathe. they all sunbathe. yes even rogue. its not so much the brightness (except for sting and sometimes natsu) its the heat. yes even gajeel. they wouldve dragonized if they didnt view themselves as completely and wholly human. dragons are big lizards. lizards are cold blooded or somethin. need heat to function. sunbathe.

natural aversion to other slayers like god and demon/devil. has to work with the other slayers to get past the fight or flight instinct. took wendy a bit to view sherria as human and not an actual god. took everyone a bit to warm up to gray and not think he was going to pull pranks or shank someone in their sleep. the other slayers do not have this issue with anyone, even dragon slayers. no one knows why the dragons are like this.

have a draconic language. written and spoken. the raised ones spoke “human” only with their parent dragon and only at the beginning. the lacrima ones dont know draconic until the raised ones start to ‘bring them out of their shell’ or whatever makarov tries to say about it. laxus doesnt know nor does he care, and hes the only one that cares about this sudden language bit in his brain at all. not even erik was freaked out.

half-draconic forms, even after theyre not in danger of dragonizing. typically has claws, and more sharp teeth than just fangs, and different colored eyes, and scales, and wings, and maybe a tail. wings might be scaled or feathered. porlyusica hates them.

if they eat any fresh meat like they didnt drain most of the blood before cooking it has to be well-done. for natsu and sometimes laxus it has to be nearly burnt. cause they get the impression of the last emotion felt before the animal died and its a real appetite killer to suddenly be hit with pain and sadness yknow

yknow how they dont break skin when they bite? most of the time. sometimes they just want to taste some blood. only done to each other or family or loved ones and is kinda rare but it really helps them all calm down

alcohol doesnt work on any of them. almost any drug doesnt work actually. high metabolism or somethin. needs a lethal dose like three times over to even get a small amount of like pain killers or somethin

theyre all allergic to chocolate. like eating a regular sized brownie will have them in bed for two hours. erik was already used to that because whatever is in fiorean chocolate does not sit well with isvanians. speaking of isvanians after gray got that demon/devil slaying magic he could eat fiorean chocolate and rubs it in the slayers and lyon’s faces. theyre all so damn jealous

after tartaros the average s-class quest became normal quests and shit bordering 10 year quests became average s-class quests. even though everyone on tenrou got s-class near tartaros they all still hold onto the “true” s-class people (laxus mira erza gildarts) as ones qualified to run them. laxus is pestered so much by the slayers to pretty please go on an s-class quest please they would oh so like to check out this area and oop theres a quest just for that area would you oh so kindly take it so we can even get a bit of money pretty please

whenever erik’s around they all go on an s-class quest and pay erik his cut afterwards since he’s not in a fully legal guild yet

read more for lists of hcs instead of just bullet points:

they all smell of their element. faintly to mages, not at all to non-mages, and strongly to other slayers of any kind. they can also smell the main types of magic a mage uses, like the metal of erza or the ice of gray or the wet animal of lisanna and the terror of elfman and the blood of mirajane.

natsu smelled of fire and gray smelled of ice so even without knowing who gray was he immediately started to pick a fight with him. just because he smelled cold.

wendy got along well with everyone immediately because her own scent would bend just slightly to compliment anyone she was nearby. besides, fire needs wind to stay strong, lightning typically comes with storm winds, metal can be tempered and cooled with air, poison can be spread with a breeze, light bounces in strong winds, and darkness seeps into everything with heavy air.

laxus immediately sets off peoples fight or flight, typically. just from the ozone smell. even makarov, whos dad used lightning magic, needed to get used to it. it wasnt great when trying to make friends.

before the dragons got out of their slayers, they had very clear “what would my dragon parent say/do”, because the dragon parent was saying shit

erik and laxus will always have the dragon’s voice commenting on shit, even if they dont realize its the dragon itself

sting and rogue had Blaring dragon voices but when the dragons left they only have what the lacrima gives them

natsu gajeel and wendy have nothing now and got so reckless after the dragons left makarov had to sit them down and ask just what the fuck happened and if they needed psychological or mental help

once the exceeds got to earthland and built a village/scattered one found laxus and another found erik

the one following laxus stuck around in his exile the few weeks/months before the s-class trials because he saved them from some random bandits. the exceed tried to follow laxus to tenrou but laxus told them to get to fairy tail or to go home to wherever the exceeds village was. they stuck around the village until laxus came back seven years later where the exceed then joined fairy tail and would sometimes stick around with laxus or the thunder legion or just be on their own

the one with erik joined the magic council’s shenanigans and was on ‘feed the prisoners’ duty and took a liking to him. when erik got out the exceed left with him and also tried to find cubelious to the point of leaving erik many times for long times and coming back with nothing. even after they figured out where and who cubelious was the exceed stuck around because ‘in for a penny in for a pound’

rain calms them all down. even natsu. sure, he and gajeel and sting are gonna stay under cover when rain comes, but theyre also close to passing out bc its so calm. rogue loves the darkness that comes with it and deals with the water. wendy jumps in the rain and people swear she moves with the winds. laxus lays down wherever theres space and absorbs the rain and wind and lightning.

there were jokes that laxus was more of a storm dragon slayer than a lightning dragon slayer when people realized that not only was he not wet from the rain, but it didnt even roll off and soak the ground. he genuinely absorbs it.

laxus doesnt mind the jokes but does point out every single time that he doesnt use water or wind in his attacks. juvia wondered if it was because he never really fought in the middle of a storm. theyre all too scared to test it now (even laxus, cause gosh wouldnt that absolutely fuck with his mind?)

they all have a favored sense. and a weakest sense.

natsu's most powerful is taste. he can taste a difference in the air quality before anyone can notice it. he can taste all the individual herbs and spices used in making food. he eats most things plain because of it. his feeling is fucking awful. you could stab him with a pencil and a knife and a broadsword and hed only be able to tell because of the taste of blood in the air. he can feel big texture and temperature differences and thats basically it. he can feel when hes in water and when its cold and thats it. he wants to feel lucy’s and happy’s hugs he really does but he can only taste the metal of her keys and the fish in his pouch

gajeel's is feeling. every single seam on his clothes makes him want to adopt gray's habit. he can feel when someone sighs because it disturbs the wind just enough. he has piercings and metal everywhere he can because the smooth and cold difference is comforting. his worst is smell. if he was blind deaf and gagged he would not be able to tell who was in front of him. fire? blood? a nicely cooked steak? never smelled it. he wants to smell the shampoo levy uses and the polishing substance lily uses on his sword but all he can do is feel the smoothness of both

wendy has great smell. even in the middle of a tornado she can smell all the little details and can almost pinpoint where they came from. she can smell when food or the air has been tampered with. too strong smells like erza’s perfume give her a headache. her sight SUCKS. she has three pairs of glasses she needs at all times (close, general, and far (she begged erza to teach her requip magic Just for them)) and is colorblind. what kind of colorblind? no clue! blues are yellows reds are purples greens are blacks yellows are greys purples are orange whites are green blacks are white grey is cyan cyan is pink pink is turquoise turquoise is red or SOMETHING. she wants to see all the colors of the clothes carla picks for them both and the flowers they see in bouquets but all she can do is smell where the purple(?) dye is from and which fields the flowers came from

erik’s is hearing. no shit. he hears birds miles away. he hears through sound-proof lacrimas and walls. he hears thoughts. hes traumatized just from impulsive thoughts lets not even get into intrusive. his worst easily taste. he eats poison what do you mean his taste buds are fine??? those shits were chemically burnt off nearly the moment he got that lacrima in. before they were though he could barely stomach even cubelious’ poison because it tasted so bad. except for blood. it probably has to do with the smell too but he can mostly taste blood. now he wants to taste kinana’s cooking but all he can do is finally hear her thoughts and, wow, he really wishes his best and worst sense would just switch

sting’s sight is the best. he sees in the dark maybe because hes a glowstick but even without that. one-way glass means nothing to him. fog also means nothing. sometimes particularly thin walls mean nothing like shoji where people can see the shadows? nah that shits invisible to him. its like glass to a bird. his hearing is Not It. only gets garbled nonsense. needs hearing lacrima at All times and even then does that “what? huh? oh yeah i went to the store” thing and people cant tell if its because he really did need to hear it again or if he only finished processing it. also does not hear accents. words sure are words and he can barely understand it no matter what. does not know the difference between rogue and yukino’s voices either. and he wants to. oh how he wants to know the “dark and deep” voice of rogue and the “scratchy and soft” voice of lector but no, all he gets to know is the blemishes in rogue’s skin and the small spot on lector’s forehead that doesn’t grow hair

rogue is that weird sixth sense thing that he just calls instinct. hes got eyes on the back of his head. ears in the walls. nose in everyone’s business. touch sensors on his hair. taste buds on his fingertips. except he really doesnt, because all of those are his worst senses. he needs glasses, learned how to lipread because no one spoke too loudly near him, doesnt know what people mean by scented candles, has no clue what a papercut feels like, and can barely taste the spiciest shit imaginable again except for blood. he wants normal feeling in everything, but all he gets is knowing what you said four miles away and what you were wearing and how your hair felt and what your ice cream tasted like and what cologne the guy next to you had. he thinks its the shadows. he calls it instinct.

laxus. depends? one day he can hear thunder in crocus when hes in magnolia. another he can smell rain in a dry spell two weeks before it comes. another he can feel a bug under his bed frame that doesnt touch his mattress but sure keeps him up all night. another he can see all the way into blue pegasus’s guildhall sitting on the second story of fairy tail’s. another and he can taste blood even though no one is bleeding. sometimes it tastes like his own blood. hes never bleeding. and hes not really bad at any of the senses. theyre like a normal non-mage’s when theyre not heightened to hell and back. but his gramps and the thunder legion would say his instincts arent the greatest, especially for someone so fast. he cant dodge a sneak attack no matter how many times people teach him. he cant tell when someone lies to him no matter how stuttery they are or how fast their heart beats. he couldnt tell when his appendix almost fucking exploded. if his body didnt start expelling excess lightning hed absorb so much hed get sick. if he didnt collapse, he wouldnt have been able to tell that his body was full of bane particles, and would have just kept going. rarely does laxus admit that his instincts suck, but he does confide in the thunder legion and his gramps. about how he thinks his body heightens what it doesnt need one day and how it makes what he does need the worst it can get--his smell so good he can tell when rain will come but his hearing so bad he couldnt tell when someone lied about a trap straight to his face and would have murdered him if freed didnt look for him. its why he was so standoffish before tenrou.

literally none of their first language was modern fiorean, or modern english. no ones was draconic, either.

natsu and wendy share a native language. theyre from midi. its old midian, or latin. levy and freed are learning how to speak it from them, since they know written latin. natsu and wendy still critique their grammar and spelling.

sting rogue and gajeel share one. theyre from joya. its old joy, or old german. but gajeel has a different dialect that he says is its own language and not a dialect, but modern dutch was almost fully absorbed by modern german, so who knows what old dutch was actually counted as.

erik is from isvan, and speaks isvanish/spanish. he, like gray and lyon, get very pissed if you say spanish was in desierto. its different dialects, theyd say, and its not like they chose for the dialects to have the same damn name. he only learned fiorean in the tower of heaven

laxus. doesnt actually remember. neither does makarov. could be icebergen/russian, from gramps. a dialect from a small country that was absorbed by alvarez, from his grandma. or “oriental”, from his mom, but call it “oriental”  or “eastern” and he will throw lightning at you, because he knows three dialects (japanese, korean, and chinese), and its not clear what you mean when you say “oriental”.

the ones in the grand magic games confused the commentators by speaking their native languages to swear and it was only when some parents spoke up about it did a rule suddenly get put in place in the middle of the third day. they were jokingly furious, along with gray, lyon, jura, makarov, and the strauss siblings.

some magics just Dont Work on them

cana’s fortune telling doesnt work. at all. well, she learns it doesnt work on those raised by dragons, but does work on those with the lacrima. no one knows why until they learn the raised ones were sent around four hundred years in the future. then it all makes sense.

mirajane tried to see if her take-over would work on natsu when they learned he was e.n.d. could be because he chose to be fully human, but it didnt work at all. she could tell he was still a wee bit demonic, but honestly it was more likely to work on gray than on natsu.

mind control? good fucking luck. erik is only able to understand the others because hes a dragon slayer, but mind control magic? mest can attest, trying to implant false memories into natsu gajeel and wendy was a fucking pain and gave him a nose bleed.

after the slayers stopped dragonizing, the enchanting a personality onto them or whatever irene did just. never worked again.

one time, when he was young and the lacrima was implanted less than two months ago, someone tried to requip away laxus’s lacrima. everything they could requip in their mini space storage thing shot out around them. they couldnt use magic for two weeks. laxus told erik, sting, and rogue this recently, and they had that look of ‘i dont know what the fuck you expected’. he pointed out he was only seven when the lacrima was implanted. they realized common sense when it comes to kids is out the window, both for the kids themselves and the adults around them. they patted him on the back. he doesnt know what that means.

magic drain, yknow, like what aria did to incapacitate makarov during phantom’s bullshit? nope. magic drain works by taking the magic of someone and just spreading it out into the world. try that shit on natsu and the air will be on Fire. wendy? so much wind you cant breathe. gajeel? shit will start turning into metal. it doesnt work at all on laxus and erik since magic drain just doesnt work on lacrima at all. sting and rogue? what could be drained away just causes blinding light or blinding darkness, soooooo

can consume their elements like food and no its not just for magic energy

gray once dared natsu to survive off of only fire. literally everyone told natsu to Dont Fucking Do It. he only ate fire for two months and everyone was Concerned and gray finally told him to stop. he didnt for another month.

in phantom the only thing gajeel was allowed to eat was scrap metal. juvia would sneak him some regular food every once in a while because metal didnt actually give him that many nutrients. when they got into fairy tail juvia tried to sneak him some food again and mirajane saw and explained to them that theres no sneaking necessary he can just eat the food are you guys okay??? juvia thought she was in trouble for the rest of the day and gajeel got her out of it by eating a chicken leg at a random table in the guildhall. then natsu challenged him to a food fight and was concerned when everything thrown was just Eaten by gajeel

wendy forgets to eat food. especially in cait shelter because sometimes the illusion people would forget to make food at a good time and most of the time carla had to remind them that shes a growing child who needs food?? wendy was so used to just eating the air when traveling with mystogan that most of the time she was genuinely full before they even finished cooking. it kinda stayed when she got in fairy tail but now natsu gajeel and sometimes laxus just put food in front of her so often that she only eats air when on quests now

sabertooth was like phantom before sting became master and light and darkness were even Worse than metal. just before the gmg they were visibly malnourished and natsu focused more on that than how they supposedly killed their parents. like he dragged them to fairy tail’s hotel thing and when gajeel and wendy saw them they joined in the dragging to get these kids some fuckin Food

brain was also a bitch and gave cubelious raw meats Only and made erik eat her poison Only. erik would sneak in vegetables and fruits because cubelious could actually eat them (now he knows why) and cubelious would put some aside for erik cause even if he cant taste it she knows her poison is really just for magic and not actual nutrition. but like poisoned berries? fantastic for them both

laxus doesnt really eat. hes allowed to and he enjoys it when his taste isnt enhanced to hell and back. but like. most lacrimas after the tenrou shit have electricity in them. nice little snack. and he just summons lightning every once in a while and that more than makes up for the small magic it takes to summon it. besides eating proper food takes time and its messy and hes really got shit to do yknow

that combined slayer magic? like the lightning flame dragon and iron shadow dragon and white shadow dragon? yeah so

they can be anything. like natsu isnt stuck to just lightning. and theyre not even stuck to just other dragon slayers magic. like when he ate zancrow’s it was dragon god’s flame, he just didnt realize it. if wendy ate sherria’s it would be dragon god’s wind. if laxus ate orga’s hed be dragon god’s lightning.

again theyre not stuck to just their element and whatever was the first one they tried that wasnt. natsu can be a blinding flame or a burning shadow or a scorched metal or a heatwave (gray hates this one) or feverish poison. theyll all make him sick afterwards like lightning flame.

gajeel’s is shining iron and melting sword (yknow gallium? the metal that melts at body temp? basically) and scrap tornado and venomous blade and shocking steel. he gets weak after them instead of sick

wendy’s is prism and suffocating winds and scorching air and sharp wings and noxious breeze and storm (yes with water and more evidence of laxus being a storm dragon slayer but this time he will smack you upside the head if you mention it). she gets sleepy afterwards

sting’s is blazing light and cutting bright and prism (being the same as wendy’s which is Odd) and hurtful white and lightning’s blinding. he cant think clearly after

rogue’s is burning shadow and cutting darkness and night’s fog (not fog but it is a physical darkness) and blindingly nothing and encompassing and electric eclipse. he gets so hungry after

erik’s is blazing acid and venom and bane particles (laxus hates this one) and purify and comatose and seizing poison. he gets lethargic

laxus’s takes after everyone else except wendy. lightning flame, shocking steel, lightning’s blinding, electric eclipse, and seizing poison. instead of storm he just gets more powerful lightning but wendy says its because he actually is controlling the wind but he doesnt think so. everyone calls it dry lightning in front of him but they say this is another point for storm dragon slayer when hes way away from them (he still hears and still punches whoever said it when he gets to them).

[aventurineswife]

College AU

Reader, Kaveh and Alhaitham are roommates in the same apartment and reader sometimes has the moment where they just sit/stand across the room from Kaveh while he is busy with something and yknow stare at him with that lovestruck look cuz they pining hard on that beautiful, amazing, gorgeous bbg.

And Alhaitham had caught on the fact that reader had been crushing on Kaveh for months (a very massive crush) and he just bluntly tells them one day to just say it. And reader freaks out a bit like "Whaaa? Pffft noooo, I dont...dont see him like that, ahahahaha, pls dont spill the beans...."

The rest is up to you 🤭

“If Only You Knew” | Part 1

Summary: You share an apartment with Kaveh, the charming and passionate architect, and Alhaitham, his blunt and logical friend. You've developed a massive crush on Kaveh, and sometimes, you just can’t help but stare at him with lovestruck admiration. Alhaitham, having caught onto your feelings, encourages you to confess, but you brush it off, panicking at the thought of Kaveh finding out. Though you remain the quiet admirer for now, Alhaitham’s words linger, and maybe someday, you’ll gather the courage to reveal the truth.

Tags: College AU, Modern AU, Fluff, Unrequited (but Mutual) Pining, Roommates, Love Confessions (eventual), Slow Burn, Alhaitham Being Observant, Kaveh x Reader, Humor, Light Angst, Crushes

Warnings: Mild language, secondhand embarrassment, unrequited pining (for now), Alhaitham’s blunt honesty

A/N: OMG ITS MY BEAUTIFUL ARCHITECT WIFE KAVEHHH 😍🤭💖 and his roomate... 😐

Part 2

You sat on the edge of the couch, textbook open on your lap, but your attention was decidedly not on the words. Instead, your gaze was fixed on Kaveh, who was sitting at the dining table, his messy sketchbooks and architectural plans spread out around him like the aftermath of a storm. He was fully engrossed, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over a drawing with that intense, focused look you’d come to adore.

For a moment, you just watched him. His hand moved in practiced strokes, a small smile appearing every so often, as if he was admiring his own work. You didn’t blame him; everything he created was beautiful, a reflection of the way he saw the world. You loved watching his passion, how he became so absorbed in it. Maybe one day, you'd tell him how he looked like an artwork himself, surrounded by ideas that only he could bring to life. For now, though, you’d just stare across the room, hoping he wouldn’t notice the soft, lovesick expression you probably wore.

Unfortunately, someone did notice.

"You're staring again," came a low, matter-of-fact voice from beside you.

You jumped, realizing that Alhaitham had somehow materialized in the living room without you noticing. His usual unreadable expression was tinged with a faint smirk, like he was privy to some secret.

"I—uh—what?" you stammered, trying to act casual as you quickly turned back to your textbook. "I was just...thinking. About, uh, architecture! Yeah. Architecture is...fascinating."

Alhaitham didn’t look convinced. He simply raised an eyebrow, glanced over at Kaveh, who was still oblivious, and then back at you. "You know, you could just tell him," he said bluntly. "Your crush on him isn’t exactly subtle."

Heat flooded your face. "Whaaa? Pffft, nooo, I don’t...I don’t see him like that," you protested, sounding embarrassingly unconvincing even to yourself. "I just...he’s an inspiring person. A friend (okay Adrien-). I admire his...dedication and stuff."

Alhaitham stared at you, unimpressed. "I see," he replied, deadpan. "Admiration. Is that why you’ve been looking at him like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen for the past six months?"

You buried your face in your hands. "Alhaitham, please, don’t spill the beans..." you whispered, mortified. If Kaveh found out...you didn’t even want to think about it. You were sure he’d laugh it off or worse, get awkward about it. The thought alone was enough to make you want to disappear.

Alhaitham sighed, sitting down next to you. "You know, you might be surprised. Kaveh isn’t as dense as you think," he said, voice softening just a little. "You’re giving him too little credit. Besides, the worst he’ll do is make an emotional speech about unrequited love and how tragic it is."

You could almost imagine it. Kaveh, in all his dramatic glory, would probably get poetic about it, turn it into some grand tale of forbidden romance. You chuckled, even as the nerves twisted your stomach.

But then Kaveh’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Hey, what’s so funny?”

You looked up, startled to see him looking at you, curiosity lighting up his bright red eyes. The blush that had only barely started to fade returned with a vengeance. "Oh! Uh...just something silly." you mumbled, trying desperately to avoid Alhaitham’s knowing gaze.

Kaveh chuckled, his attention back on his sketches. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one around here with a sense of humor. Alhaitham is no fun.”

“Thank you.” Alhaitham said dryly, glancing at you with a small smile.

You spent the rest of the evening nervously trying to play it cool, but every so often, Alhaitham’s words would echo in your mind, making your heart beat just a little faster. Maybe one day, you’d find the courage to tell Kaveh how you really felt. For now, though, you were content to stay right here, as his silent, hopeless admirer.

Honestly this just reminded me of MLB 💀

I should really go study for my exams and finish my homeworks...😔😔

And now I want to write something suggestive but idk what 😪👁️👁️so send in your requests with what and who you want to do your fantasy with