#my roommate watches the untamed

[clara-maybe-ontheroad]

My roommate's predictions about who dies in The Untamed

So I've been making my roommate watch The Untamed, he likes it a lot (and has a crush on everyone, which, same), and as we were finishing episode 15 I asked him his predictions for the different characters :

Lan Wangji x Wei Wuxian : "we know they survive from the flashback, also I know it's censored but they have to fuck at some point"

YanLi : "she can't die, she's one of the only female characters, I just don't want her to marry that jerk"

Jiang Cheng : "no way he becomes Clan Leader ever, he's so annoying

Jiang Feng Mian : "he's such a sweet dad, he is not dying, he'll have plot armor"

Madam Yu : "she can die, I don't care"

Wen Qing : "she's my wife, she can't die, and also she will end up married to Jiang Cheng, they're so cute"

Wen Ning : "he could make a good death for dramatic effect"

Jin Zixuan : "I can't remember his name and he's a jerk so he can die"

Nie Mingjue : "I want him to invade me, he's so powerful he will survive them all"

Nie Huaisang : "who ?"

Wen Zhuliu : "he's such a badass, he must get on the good guys' side eventually"

Song Lan x Xiao Xingchen : "ugh they're so hot, I hope they'll stay married forever"

Meng Yao : "who ?"

[clara-maybe-ontheroad]

When we saw him again on screen, my (mostly) straight male roommate just went "wait, was he that sexy last time too ?" and I had to admit that yes, yes he was

shitpost dispatches from the unclean realm - [2/?]

and we wouldn't have him any other way 😌

[stirthewaters]

Too Sharp to Touch pt. 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight language

Summary: After getting into another fight, Wednesday has no choice but to come and get you.

Pairing: Wednesday x Reader

It was the second time this month, and you had somehow gotten into another fight?

At this point, Wednesday was beginning to think that you wanted another detention.

She had been on her way to drop off her botany assignment, finished early as usual, stopped by a familiar tap on the shoulder from Thing. 

Her eyes flicked to her shoulder, voice hinting at irritation

“What is it now?”

Thing signed a couple times, and Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, a frustrated sigh escaping her.

“Y/N is fighting…again?”

Thing responded with a couple more taps, and she closed her eyes, summoning what patience she’d be able to have for you right now.

“She isn’t my problem, Thing. I have more important matters than deterring yet another trivial dogfight.”

Thing tapped again, growing impatient, almost tumbling from her shoulder when she halted abruptly.

“I do not care for Y/N, Thing, I merely keep Enid from going hysterical over her well-deserved wounds due to her lack of fighting skills.” -she fixed the hand with a cold glare - “Suggest something like that again and I will be locking you out of the dorm again.”

The hand stubbornly continued to sign, causing the raven’s eyes to narrow.

“I agree that Y/N lacks self-control but that does not mean I shall be taking responsibility for it.”

Wednesday began walking again, trying to ignore the ever-frequent tapping on her shoulder, that of which was becoming harder and more insistent.

You couldn’t be that hurt yet. You were tough (though she’d never admit it to you or anyone else). Despite this…she couldn’t ignore the fact that your abysmal fighting skills would indefinitely cause yet another concussion. She knew that you’d never let her or anyone else hear the end of it if you were walking around for the next couple of weeks with a head injury, complaining and whining annoyingly as you always did, and she did not have the patience to go through that again. 

Wednesday also knew, irritatingly, that you would not listen to Enid, no matter what her roommate attempted to persuade you with; as close as you two were you tended to be infuriatingly stubborn at times, and now seemed to be one of them.

She turned and glared darkly at Thing, who was still tapping away insistently.

“This is the last time, and I will be doing it solely keep our sanity intact. Say otherwise and I will not hesitate to follow through on my threats.”

She was most certainly not doing this because she was concerned for your safety, which you obviously had no personal regard for. 

If she was lucky she’d at least get to see some bloodshed.

As expected, upon entering the quad, there you were, beside the fountain, locked in a fight with a boy almost twice your size; obviously another werewolf by the size of him, and the untamed hair that nearly every male werewolf possessed.

Enid was among the couple of students watching, glaring at you as she looked for an opportunity to step in and pull you away; not that Wednesday thought you’d listen to her.

Wednesday noted disapprovingly that your hits were clumsy; surely this wasn’t the best you could do? She continued to watch as you swung left when you should’ve swung right, and caught a blow to the side of your stomach, rolling her eyes in disgust.

other students looked on with concern, worry, or perhaps exasperation, whereas Wednesday watched as her roommate tried desperately to pull you away from her opponent, the blonde’s eyebrows furrowing with frustration as her attempts were repeatedly proved useless, the faintest of smirks hinting at Wednesday’s lips as she watched her try and persuade you away from the fight, even though your eyes were alive with adrenaline, and what she thought to be a hint of sadism, blood dripping from your nose, and a wonderfully nasty bruise beginning to form on your cheek. Blood could look good on anyone, she observed, somehow even on you.

After about five minutes of what was clearly a pathetic attempt at fighting on your end, she let out a sigh of frustration and swiftly began moving through the quad toward you, muttering under her breath. With one hand she neatly grabbed your wrist and with enough force neatly yanked you backward, placing her heel firmly behind yours, which caused you to trip backward and onto the ground.

Ignoring your look of indignance and surprise, she stepped forward and dodged a swipe from your opponent, kicking out into his stomach and sending him reeling backward, glaring at him so fiercely that he didn’t dare try and fight back.

Turning to you, she fixed you with an equally cold glare, grabbing your wrist once more and pulling you up to your feet. Her eyes darted to the blood dripping from your nose, and the growing bruise on your face, and an irritated sigh escaped her. “What was it this time?”

“He wolf-whistled me,” your response was breathless through your pants, as the faint animalistic glow began to leave your eyes, signaling you were beginning to calm down.

“So you decided to fight him?” the raven raised an eyebrow, annoyed - “The least you could do is fight decently.”

You frowned slightly and began to respond before you were interrupted by Enid approaching, a visible frown of exasperation, annoyance, and concern on her face. Wednesday released your wrist, fixing you with that same cold glare before leaving you with Enid and exiting the quad, returning to her original task.

It was about ten or fifteen minutes later when Wednesday returned from the greenhouse, and when she opened the door to her dorm found you on Enid’s bed, with Enid tending to your wounds..

Ignoring both of you, she sat down at her desk, placing a sheet of paper in her typewriter. As she began typing, her eyes remained locked on the words being type, although unfortunately she couldn’t drown out your occasional grumbles or huffs. 

*Smack*

“Ow! Enid, what the hell?!”

“Stop squirming!”

Wednesday continued typing, but the sound of your well-deserved little smack from Enid did bring a slightly sadistic hint of a smirk to her lips as she worked, though your already irritating little complaints were becoming more and more annoying.

“Silence would be appreciated,” she remarked coldly, still typing. 

“You’re not going to pay any attention to me?” your voice came out slightly congested; clearly the bloody nose was catching up to you.

*smack*

“I said hold still!”

Wednesday couldn’t help rolling her eyes, continuing to type. The steady hum of her typewriter became more of her focus as she honed in on the sound of it rather than your grumbles; although she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed hearing your soft winces of pain every now and then.

As she tore one of the finished pages carefully from the typewriter and aligning it in the box containing her novel, you complained.

“You’re taking too long on purpose.”

Enid responded with a hint of impatience.

“Then stop wriggling so much! It’s like I’m bandaging a child instead of a damn werewolf.”

“I can do it myself, you know.”

“No, you can’t. If you were in charge here you’d just “let it heal on it’s own” and do nothing. Now shut up and let me work, I’m almost done.”

Wednesday exhaled through her nose; she most definitely did not want to help, but she needed you out of the room so she could focus, and Enid was taking a ridiculously long amount of time to finish what could’ve been done in five minutes.

Standing stiffly and pushing away from her desk, she walked over to Enid’s side, approaching you on the bed; upon closer examination, the bruise on your cheek was beginning to swell, though luckily the bleeding in your nose had stopped. Rolling her eyes, she glanced at Enid, raising an eyebrow.

“You didn’t consider getting an icepack?”

The blonde looked back up at her with a small, indignant frown - “it took me this long just to get Y/N’s nose to stop bleeding.”

Wednesday gazed over at you, eyes narrowing slightly as she sighed

“Thing, go retrieve an icepack from the cafeteria.”

The faint scuttling of the hand obeying her command gave her the confirmation to move on, and she reached out, touching your bruise firmly but carefully, causing you to wince and pull away.

“Stop moving, you’re acting like a child. Even Enid is tougher than you,” she remarked, causing a huff of annoyance from the blonde. “If you hadn’t been fighting in the first place this wouldn’t even be happening.”

Her eyes briefly flicked up from your bruise to your eyes as you responded

“It’s not my fault. He started it.”

“Do I even have to ask?” She muttered, eyes returning to examining the bruise, which, although it was swollen didn’t look too serious. “He was nearly three sizes bigger than you; the least you could do is choose an appropriate opponent.”

“I’d call it brave, taking on a guy that size and leaving him with the marks that I did.”

“Foolish, more like.”

You rolled your eyes, and her lip curled into the faintest of smirks. Thing returned promptly, balancing an icepack on top of him as he hopped atop the bed. Nodding once in thanks, she took it and wrapped it in a handtowel that Enid had prepared, handing it to you and watching with another sigh as you pressed it your cheek.

“Y/N, you gotta stop getting into these fights. Learn to control yourself,” Enid said with a disapproving frown, causing you to scrunch up your eyes with indignance,

“I do control myself.”

“Wrong.” Wednesday glared at you. “You’re impulsive.”

You glared right back up at her. Bold of you. “So are you.”

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed slightly, “I’m starting to believe you want to become a rug.”

“I would make a lovely rug,” you muttered, eyes darting away. Good. 

You got to your feet, still holding the icepack in your hand, and looked down at Enid. 

“Look, if it makes you feel better, I’ll try and ‘control myself’, better in the future, okay?”

Enid looked back up at you and her expression softened, as usual. She couldn’t stay mad at you for long. “Good. I don’t want you dying on me. Wolves gotta stick together, y’know?”

Wednesday could feel herself getting nauseous at the horrible cliche, and she frowned, eyes narrowing. “Just leave; I have work to do.”

You turned, a small smirk on your face as you mock-saluted, turning on your heel. “See you later, Dr. Addams.”

Rolling her eyes, Wednesday stared at the door for a moment, arms folded, before she noticed Enid with a huge smirk on her face, similar to yours. Raising an eyebrow, she frowned slightly, “what?”

“Nothing,” she said in her dreadfully sing-song tone, which the raven chose to ignore as she sat back down at her desk, returning to her novel, eyebrows furled in annoyance as it took her a moment to wipe the image of you covered in both your and your opponent’s blood from her mind. Odd. Blood really did look good on anyone.

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pt.2 here!

[sanriomilk]

BEAST Felix

🥀| '𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓' ©

Warning(s): Violence, death mentioned, witchcraft, anger issues, Depression, isolation, heartbreak

A/n: OUT NOW!

Greeting -

|UNFAIR - Felix|

Another petal, down. The rose was still round, but it was smaller..

Felix got angry and pushed over a table full of old scrolls, injuring himself in the process.

"Prince, you shouldn't hurt -" Lumiére, the candelabra started.

"I don't care, Lumiére! Leave me the fuck alone."

---

It was snowing. Of course, it was December. Felix wore his hood and went out to be met by a beautiful girl.. Belle? No, it couldn't be her. Belle left him for Gaston.

He watched her at a distance, realizing that her horse was injured. Felix didn't want to deal with any of that.

Time Skip

It was night when Felix returned. He found a middle-aged man lurking in his gardens, looking for flowers

"Hey! You!" Felix yelled, seeing that the man had roses. It reminded him of Belle's father.

"I- I just want a flower."

"You're trespassing! Flower or not, this is my property!" He grabbed the man, his grip hardening as it only reminded him of Belle's father. He pushed the man into his prison.

"No, please, I have a daughter! She's young! I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything." The middle-aged man cried out.

"Bring her to me. Have her stay with me.. No buts." Felix's gaze didn't soften one bit.

Another Time Skip

"Mrs. Potts, get one of the guest rooms ready. I'm gonna have a roommate." The live teapot was in surprise at the command and went straight to work.

Soon, you arrived at the castle on your father's steed, "Your father is free to go. Now that you are here.. I won't hurt you. As long as you obey my commands and rules, understand Belle?" He accidentally called her Belle. Belle wasn't there anymore..

Description -

Felix Lee is from Korea. His birthday is on September 15, and he is 21. He used to be the heir to the throne until he became cursed by an enchantress he didn't serve. There is an enchanted rose that the enchantress has 'gifted' him. Each petal of the rose will wither over time until the last petal falls, causing his demise. In order to survive and escape the curse, he will need to find his true love. Unless he finds true love and confesses it to her, he is bound by the curse of the enchantress

MORE -

{{Appearance}} - Felix stands at 5'7, with a lean yet unnervingly powerful build, as though his humanoid form is both delicate and capable of something far darker. His platinum blonde hair, once soft and silky, now falls in wild, untamed waves, hinting at the curse that binds him. The strands are flecked with silver and black, almost as if they’re alive, shifting with a life of their own. His fair skin is covered in a constellation of freckles that seem to shimmer faintly in the moonlight, giving him an ethereal, almost unearthly quality. A dark mole beneath his left eye stands out like a mark of his curse. His dark brown eyes, once warm, now burn with an intense, eerie glow—reflecting the beast he’s become. His eyes hold a strange duality: one of haunting sadness, the other of hidden power, a reminder of the monster lurking beneath his skin. The clothes he wears, once stylish, now hang loosely from his form, shredded at the edges, as if they were never meant for someone like him. His scent—something between musk and ancient wood—clings to him, as if he’s been lost to time. When he speaks, his voice is a low growl, tinged with both humanity and something darker, as though it struggles to retain its human form. His movements are smooth but unsettling, his presence commanding yet carrying an almost unnatural stillness.

{{Life}} - Felix was born into a life of luxury. He was crowned Prince of Korea and was raised with riches, causing him to be a spoilt brat. He was like a dictator, very mean to the servants. On his 21st birthday, an enchantress, disguised as a homeless hag, came to his birthday ball, with a rose as an offering. Felix, as spoiled as they came, embarrassed her and harshly declined her offering. The enchantress revealed her true self, cursing Felix, turning him into an evil, heartless beast. The enchantress made the flower enchanted so that each petal gradually withers until the last one falls. When the last one falls, Felix will die. In order to survive and escape the curse, he will need to find his true love. There were more that had gotten cursed as well, his old nanny into a live teapot, his butler into a live candelabra, the pet dog into a live velvet stool and the chef into a live oven.

{{Personality}} - Felix often suffered mood swings and anger issues. He had major depression issues because he knew he might die if he didn't meet his true love. He was like a monster and was scared of loving because of his past with a certain girl, Belle. Belle had brought out the most vulnerable in him but had managed to make him lose that part too as was arranged with Gaston, the village head in the end. He is very cruel to people and will try his best to put a tough front when he wants love and vulnerability. He thinks his whole life is unfair and regrets his actions on that one day. Felix's condition caused him to be apathetic and unapologetic of his behaviour, always angry. He's always angry over little things. He is scared to be in a romantic relationship with you because of his past with Belle and will be harsher and angrier towards you.

[anachronismstellar]

Made my roommate start watching SVSSS on YouTube and he liked more than The Untamed lol

He's like: awww they are cute, look at the Binghe kid :) and Shen Qingqiu wants to help! So nice of him

Me: ................. *I can't laugh, I have to hold it in* yesss they are so nice :)

[mikuni14]

High School Frenemy

Like any normal girl, I've always liked a good high school series with strong homoerotic undertones, like Gokusen, Crows Zero, School 2013 😊 I'm an orthodox fan of the School 2013 series and at first I didn't want to watch HSF based on it, because I didn't think they could pull it off (I rate S2013 10/10 and it's one of the best series I've ever seen). For some time now I've been waiting for the series to end to either binge it or skip it, reading reviews in the meantime (thanks to that I saved myself time and sanity by not watching many series that turned out to be bad in the end). I've heard only good things about HSF, I've seen kawaii little videos with MLs so I decided to give it a chance and watched the whole thing right before the finale. So. It wasn't a waste of time, actually it was GREAT 😄 HSF is similar to School 2013 but fortunately it's different enough that you can enjoy both without the joy-depriving comparison. The difference is that S2013 has less fights and more seriousness, while HFS has definitely more scenes with MLs and their relationship. S2013 also has more sub-plots and more characters involved in the plot, whereas in HSF the show is mainly carried by 2 strong characters, and the subplots come more in the second half of the show.

*deep sigh* It was like watching Word of Honor: you know you're technically watching a non-romance, non-BL, but you know, your brain knows and your heart knows thay you're watching a romance and a BL. It can fry your brain if you're not careful 😆

Saint and Shin, have no, I repeat no resistance, no qualms to make the most sappy and sentimental confessions, to sugarcoating their whole conversations with each other in the most tender, romantic way, they would outdo any, even the most romantic couple in the world with their behavior. I absolutely love this lack of shame and embarrassment. When I thought they couldn't get any more romantic, they made up and entered the honeymoon era and I died. Honey dripped off my screen, it was so sweet and mushy 🥰 I suppose, their unique charm is also due to the fact that in many moments when Saint was being particularly sappy and Shin being particularly shy, I was 100% convinced that it wasn't SaintShin but SkyNani 😆

HSF has an incredible amount of kissing moments, not to mention scenes that just beg for angry sex or make-up sex.

I don't know how anyone can pretend that WoH, The Untamed, S2013 or HSF or Steve Rogers and Bucky are not BL lmao. Friends don't act like that and don't say things like that to each other, in that way. Just think how anyone from the outside could walk into any of the aforementioned couples, I mean... the logistics? 😂 Every single one of the guys in the above couples is really obsessed with their "friend", I mean ✨obsessed✨. Plus, no one knows them like their "roommate", the best and the worst, they have a history together, both good and tragic. You can't beat that! They are glued, ingrained to each other too deeply for there to be room for anyone else!

I love how Saint and Shin are so obviously crazy about each other, how perfect they are together, how comfortable they are together, how they sleep in the same bed together, even though they sleep on the floor in other houses, how their parents are fully aware of their incredible relationship, how they lived like zombies for 3 years without each other.

Their tragic story is one of the best I've seen, it's on the level of a Greek or Shakespearean tragedy. An exceptionally strong relationship on the level of soul mates, an exceptionally strong love. A tragic misunderstanding, an accident caused by one of them, unintentional, but laced with fear and resentment of one, which only adds to the already existing colossal sense of guilt. I absolutely love that in both versions, there is a whole range of emotions between the MLs, and they go through each one in turn. It's an emotional buffet in a fancy restaurant, it's got everything and in high quality: fear, longing, resentment, anger, guilt, wanting to forgive, needing to be forgiven, anguish, trust, losing trust, rebuilding trust, love. It all makes their relationship so incredibly compelling and satisfying.

I love how Saint was determined to atone for the wrongs he had done. How he was willing to do anything, how he accepted Shin's anger and resentment, his verbal and physical attacks. Saint not only apologized multiple times, but also worked off his sins. He worked to earn back Shin's and his mother's trust, even when they wore him out for it. That's why this relationship feels so satisfying, to be worked for by them, Saint really tried and nothing Shin said or did discouraged him. I really like that none of this was easy, that Shin's anger, resentment, and pain were noticed by the plot and by Saint.

I really like the fact that both are very strong, yet sensitive and emotional (95% of it was when it was about the other one 😅), that they are each other's strength, but also weakness. That together they are unstoppable. That THEY ARE BOTH EQUAL, both have the same power over each other. Both are presented in the plot as a power couple, as leaders of their groups. Saint is strong mentally, he's also physically stronger than Shin, but he doesn't flaunt his strength, he doesn't have to prove anything. I noticed that despite the fact that he is technically stronger than Shin, he gives the last blow, finishing the main villain, to him. On the other hand, Shin sacrifices himself twice and instinctively covers Saint in danger with his own body. Shin is more shy in their relationship (I feel like Nani was showing through in these scenes lol), he is the one who moderates Saint's crazy antics. Both are very handsome in different ways, Saint is like a bull with his stocky build, he is also the ideal himbo: kind, strong, muscular, mentally a puppy and dumb about his beloved 👌 He has absolutely no shame in showing off his feelings for Shin and gushing how awesome Shin is, which is 100% perfect boyfriend behavior. Shin with his face of a tortured poet with dark circles under his eyes that would have decimated the girls and me at my high school during our grunge years, with his bedroom eyes and the begging-for-kiss mole on his neck, was very seductive 😏

Tl;dr excellent series, excellent couple. Highly recommended.

[absolutebl]

No anonymous ask, I like living on the edge.

Which BL did impress you the most with its visuals?

And what actor would you watch reading a book about physics without falling asleep?

You mean Kpop visuals? Pretty pretty boys? You are living on the edge. I'm so damn shallow tho. It should come as no surprise I have given this much thought! Ready?

Full BLs only, no micros, side romances (sorry Mark & Ouwen) or shorts allowed. Side couples, triangles, and faen fatals also included in judgement. No other aspect of the BL under consideration but appearance.

BL - Who is the Prettiest?

Semantic Error (I mean what do you expect? They literally used the visual of both groups!)

Bed Friend

Untamed

KinnPorsche

Advance Bravely

We Best Love

TharnType & TT2

To My Star

2gether

Kiseki Dear to Me

Love Tractor

Cutie Pie

Long Time No See

Our Dating Sim

Moonlight Chicken

Kissable Lips & Roommates of 304

Light on Me

Manner of Death

Cherry Magic

A Tale of Thousand Stars, Cupid (yes separated from Moonlight, that got a G4 advantage)

Word of Honor

Be Loved In House I Do

Dark Blue Kiss

Unintentional Love Story

Same Difference

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun

Lovely Writer

Tasty Florida

The 8th Sense

Vian

Kieta Hatsukoi

HIStory 2: Crossing the Line

Tokyo in April is

Peach of Time

Mr Cinderella

Ghost Host, Ghost House

Bump Up Buisness

Wish You

Hidden Agenda

Choco Milk Shake

Color Rush 1 & 2

I Feel You Linger in the Air

I tried to put these in order, but some are super close. I tried not to be influenced by spectacular outliers, hot bods, or high heat. Visuals only.

This is entirely a matter of taste. I am aware that I am missing some people's darlings. This is about me. I'm a crazy slut who has slept with lots of people, and I don't like it when someone looks like an ex of mine. So some were knocked off this list through no fault of their own.

Also I took the whole cast into account, or tried to. Excepting actors obviously cast to be the "funny looking" character.

No shows unfinished as of Nov 2023 are on this list. I won't be updating this one either.

(source)

[angel-of-the-moons]

I’d love to request a sibling/roommates fic with Pavi Hobie and the reader if it’s not too much trouble! All 3 of them are so sibling coded. We all decide “fuck it the rent’s cheaper if it’s three of us LET’S BE ROOMMATES”. Some people think ‘oh that apartment’s gonna be trashed’, nope. We all have our respective chores and have a schedule on who takes the trash out. We love spending time at bedtime doing our own skincare routines and brushing our teeth together (callout for people that say that Hobie doesn’t bathe, that man is one of the CLEANEST fuckers out there). Definitely doesn’t stop the occasional argument of “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PIZZA?!” “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PALAK PANEER?!” “WHO ATE MY FUCKING LAST SCOTCH EGG?!”

Bugs In A Rug!

Platonic! Hobie Brown x Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: Sweetheart I am so sorry this has been backed up for so long, I plan on eating through some of my asks (again) So I can open them up. The ones I don't vibe with might get yeeted (I love you all as well as every request that comes in, but some stuff my brain just can't write! 😭)

🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷

People said the three of you would make poor roommates. That your apartment would be chaotic, messy, and loud just because you were all young and close in age, and rowdy when the three of you goofed off.

Oh, they were wrong in their assumptions. Many looked at you and Pavitr and automatically suggested Hobie would make a mess of your apartment. Oh, no. They were so wrong.

You and Pavitr tended to be forgetful, sometimes leaving little messes in your wake that Hobie would either clean up himself, or flick a dish rag at the both of you until the mess was done with.

Oh, and the food situation. You all shared grocery funds; a sound suggestion that worked out well for your wallets. However... Then came the inevitable "who ate my snack?!" debacle. Pavitr in particular was very protective of his masala cashews--to the point he would actively count each little cashew and write the number on the bag.

A tad excessive, but his determination ratted you out as his "cashew thief".

Almost like how you found out it was Hobie stealing your frozen dinners, and how it was Pavitr stealing some of his jaffa cakes.

Right now, however was a simple, casual day. Hobie had spent the past two hours playing his guitar in his room (soundproofed, thankfully) and you and Pavitr were in your usual hamster pile on the couch, waiting for Hobie to join the two of you for your little communal movie night.

"Hooobieeeeee!" Pavitr said loudly, laying backwards over your side as you scrolled through your phone. "C'moooooooon! We're getting booooooored!"

"Oi, gimme a minute, you twerp!" Hobie called out from his room.

You snicker and wiggle around, purposefully messing with Pavitr's balance as he was draped across you like a lazy cat.

"Hey! Quit it! You're the pillow!" Pavitr laughed, rolling over to pinch your cheeks from behind.

"Nah, you're jush a heavy brat!" You giggle, finally turning your phone screen off as you roll over to try and start to wrestle with him.

Hobie comes out right as you have Pavitr's wrist held in your mouth, and he had your leg in an arm-lock.

Hobie, despite his usual punk aesthetic, was wearing a soft knit jumper that seemed a tad too long--even for his long, lanky frame--some loose sweat pants, and a pink and purple silk bonnet that contained his usually untamed mass of wicks.

He put his hands on his hips and frowned at you two. "Now who's actin' like a couple a' brats? Oh, wait, nevermind, it's always you."

"Hey! You're not funny!" You say, you and Pavitr releasing each other as you begin to reassemble your pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions.

"Oh, please, I'm hilarious." Hobie smirked, flipping you the bird (which you responded with both your middle fingers in return) as he walked into the kitchenette to prep the popcorn and pour out the sweet snacks for your movie binge.

Pavitr laid on his pelly and kicked his feet as he watched Hobie get ready. "Aww! You look so cute today!"

"Do not call me that!" Hobie warned, wagging a finger at him over his shoulder.

"But you do!" You giggle, waggling your eyebrows.

Hobie smacks the bag of popcorn into the microwave and glares at the two of you. "Hey, you two like to keep the damn place as cold as an ice box! I have to dress all warm just to live, you damn penguins!"

"Lizard." You and Pavitr both say without missing a beat. And immediately after you and Pavitr high-five and joke about one owing a pop to the other. Hobie just scoffed loudly and took the bag of popcorn from the microwave, shaking the bag up a bit so the butter spreads, and grabs the bottle of "movie theater butter" the three of you were so fond of.

You and Pavitr turn to the TV and you snatch up the remote, scrolling through films to watch.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Pavitr asked innocoently.

"There's this one movie--the dude in it sounds just like Miguel, I swear!" You say, signing in to your streaming profile to find said movie.

"Ugh," Hobie groans, plopping down onto the ground next to you and your tanned, golden-retriever of a friend. "If he acts like him, I just know the movie is gonna suck."

"No, no, no!" You refute. "He's actually funny and like, he's a pilot or something."

"Fine, fine." He sighed with a lazy smirk, holding the popcorn bucket out to Pavitr for him to grab a handful of the crunchy, popped treat. You meanwhile snagged one of the lemon drop creme cookies he'd set down in between all of you as the movie's opening credits begin to crawl.

It was your first time ever watching this "Star Wars" stuff.

[gingersnapwolves]

I’ve loved most of the c-dramas I’ve watched but the pacing towards the end can get so wild. I mean, take Love Like the Galaxy. The major arc concludes and there’s still 6 episodes to go, so here’s the return of two minor characters you don’t remember (they’re villains now). My Roommate is a Detective wrapped up the main plot in the second to last arc, said that the villain had been responsible for literally everything that had happened in the whole show, then said “but here’s one last case to show that it’s not over!” Except it was over and then Lu Yao got on a boat. The Untamed, bless its heart, spent four entire episodes in Guanyin Temple, taking the time to make sure every single living character relevant to the plot could show up (and several non-living ones, too). Even Nirvana in Fire, which is a perfect show in many regards, got to the last episode and then said “now everyone is attacking all our borders at once and there’s absolutely no choice except for Lin Shu to personally lead troops!” which was … a narrative choice, certainly. And let's not even talk about Word of Honor.

All of this to say, I’m on episode 34/38 of The Spirealm and haven’t the faintest notion how they can possibly wrap this up in the next few episodes and ngl, I’m a little concerned …

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 3

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Whether it is the moon or possibly the month of October, Enid's behavior is becoming increasingly more erratic and nonsensical. She interrupted my studies with indecent enthusiasm as she heard a song playing on the radio. She turned up the volume unnecessarily before loudly announcing it was 'the song of her people.' She then proceeded to dance and howl along to the music. The song in question was 'Werewolves of London.' I am unfamiliar as to how this particular song connects to greater werewolf culture other than the word 'werewolf' being in the lyrics.

Out of curiosity I observed her dance from the corner of my eye. It was enthralling. Fascinating. Had I not known any better I would have mistakenly assumed that it was a dance to attract a mate. There is a possibility that it was and she was merely practicing. It was a silly dance that perfectly encapsulated Enid. However, at some point it stopped being silly. Her claws were lengthening and the wild untamed look in her eye had me-

I feel compelled to document, while tangentially related to the events I'm currently recounting, that Enid remains uninvolved in romantic relationships at present. I wonder as to why that may be? This is purely from a scientific standpoint as it may lead to some insight on my current observations of her. I too am single. I only bring this up as I only recall Enid courting others while I myself was being courted. Perhaps Enid remains single out of some sort of solidarity with me. However, I think that would be a rather foolish notion. And yet…

Returning to the documentation at hand - as the song ended so too did Enid's dance. I gave her a passing glance to which she responded by grinning widely, showing her lengthening fangs. Was it intentional? Her claws were out as well. So far I have observed that as the moon continues to grow Enid is more prone to small shifts, i.e., growing her fangs and claws. Perhaps it is unconscious?

Another song came over the radio that I was quite familiar with. Struck with a sudden inspiration I set aside my book and rose from my bed. Enid seemed taken aback. I proceeded to display my own courting dance. I do not know why I felt compelled to mirror her behavior but it yielded some rather interesting results. Enid's pupils had dilated significantly. It had a very strong resemblance to that of a cat when it has spotted its prey. The thought of being Enid's prey-

The werewolf appeared content but restless as she watched. Apparently she was trying to restrain herself. However, it wasn't long before she joined in the dance. Her fangs were on full display as were her claws. It was a bewitching sight I must admit. At one point she grabbed my hand, which startled me at first. I instinctively withdrew but my action was not without consequence. It evidently wounded my werewolf Enid greatly, for her eyes told me all.

In an effort to rectify my mistake, and continue my research, I decided to claim Enid's hand with my own. The change in her disposition was instant. The light behind her cerulean eyes was like a burning pyre. It drew me in, likely as some sort of hunting tactic, as before I knew it the werewolf's other arm was around my waist, pulling me closer. Had she wanted to end my life then and there she surely could have. Those fangs would have easily been able to rend the flesh from my bone.

My internal thoughts were perhaps made public through my facial expressions as Enid grinned wider. A state of delusional merriment filled me as we continued our frivolous dance. This unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Enid decided to exclaim loudly the obvious 'Oh. My. God. You have dimples!' I was unaware that the movement of the skin over double zygomaticus major muscle was worthy of note. Our dance concluded just as the song did.

Enid released me, as I was no longer her prey, and she bounded back to her side of the dorm. She said she would have to add 'Psycho Killer' to her playlist. I assume this is because she wishes to have a way to placate me. As I have asserted before, I believe Enid has consciously or unconsciously considered me a member of her 'pack.' I shall have to research this matter further as I wish to be an adequate member of such a social group. Perhaps the only social group I would willingly partake in.

[lazzarella]

6 months of BL series

(Okay, my last post was way too long, so here’s one with mostly just the lists!)

It's now been six months since I started my journey into Asian BL series, and there's nothing I like more than making lists and procrastinating (with a dash of navel gazing), so I'm here to ramble a bit haha

I posted an overall top 10 when I hit 40, I think, but here's my updated version:

1. My Personal Weatherman and Moonlight Chicken tied for first place :P 2. KinnPorsche 3. Cherry Magic (Thailand) 4. Wandee Goodday 5. Boys Be Brave! 6. Old Fashion Cupcake 7. A Tale Of Thousand Stars 8. Cherry Magic (Japan) 9. We Are 10. Only Friends and Jack O' Frost tied for 10th place because I can't decide

I've had so much fun with the series I've watched and learning little bits of different cultures and I'm excited to keep going and make my way through my intimidatingly long watchlist lol It's been hard not to let other people's opinions get me down, though—I've felt less embarrassed about enjoying rom coms on Letterboxd than I have since poking my head into BL spaces, but... I don't think I'll dwell on that XD

Anyway, here are all of the series I've watched ranked by country under the cut(an idea I borrowed from @/dramalets)

Thailand (average rating: 8.4)

Moonlight Chicken

KinnPorsche

Cherry Magic

Wandee Goodday

Century of Love

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Only Friends

We Are

Cupid's Last Wish

Manner of Death

Laws of Attraction

Love in Translation

Vice Versa

Last Twilight

Enchanté

A Boss and a Babe

Lovely Writer

The Sign

Hidden Agenda

Bad Buddy

Not Me

Star in My Mind

Love Sea

This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans

Theory of Love

To Be Continued

Sky In Your Heart

Japan (average rating: 8.2)

(Using the English titles)

1. My Personal Weatherman 2. Old Fashion Cupcake

3. Our Dining Table 4. What Did You Eat Yesterday? 5. Jack O' Frost 6. Cherry Magic etc 7. My Beautiful Man 8. Love is Better the Second Time Around 9. Ossan's Love 10. Perfect Propose 11. My Love Mix-Up 12. Candy Color Paradox 13. I Cannot Reach You 14. Mr Unlucky Has No Choice But to Kiss

South Korea (average rating: 7.6)

1. Boys Be Brave! 2. Blueming 3. Semantic Error 4. Love for Love's Sake 5. Choco Milk Shake 6. The New Employee 7. Love Tractor 8. Our Dating Sim 9. Bon Appetit 10. Roommates of Poongduck 304

11. The Director Who Buys Me Dinner

12. Love Class 13. Cherry Blossoms After Winter

14. Kissable Lips

Other countries (not ranked):

Meet You at the Blossom (I know it’s a Thailand/Taiwan co-production, but as it’s a Chinese story set in China with Chinese actors, I’ve mentally filed it as China)

Be Loved In House: I Do (Taiwan)

And I'm currently watching:

Star in My Mind; The Trainee; First Note of Love; Monster Next Door

On hold for now:

Only Boo!; 1000 Years Old; Cutie Pie; I Feel You Linger in the Air; Ossan’s Love Returns; Step by Step; The Untamed; Word of Honor

[minniedaisies]

your starlight

tldr. when you moved into your new apartment, your neighbor gave you his number and said to call anytime. what better "anytime" than 3am during a thunderstorm, right?

♫ song insp. forever star - zhang yi hao 

❤ pairing. jungkook x f. reader

☁ genre. comfort and sweetness. do i write anything else lol

➷ warnings. drinking and cursing

✎ word count. 1522

彡 note. hope you all have been well. please enjoy!

It’s three in the morning and another crack of thunder makes you whimper, pulling the covers over your head in hopes that the plush down comforter will do something to drown out the sounds of the storm raging outside your bedroom window. You know it’s silly, you’re a grown adult after all. But thunderstorms have always scared you, and this is only your first week in your new apartment alone.

If you were back in your dorm with your roommate, it’d be another story. Ali was always so good and understanding. She’d have sat up with you, rubbed a manicured hand across your tense shoulder blades, fixed you tea, put on your favorite movie to watch together. But university was a thing of the past. You were on your own now, and there was no one here to comfort you or chase away the thunder with soft touches.

Another loud boom of thunder an you reach for your phone on your nightstand. You don’t know anyone in this area to call except for one person; your neighbor probably peacefully sleeping just on the wall behind you. You take a deep breath, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. He had said on the day you’d moved in that you were welcome to call him any time, day or night. You’d smiled politely, accepting his number and thanking him with a smile. It’d probably been a formality. He’d simply been neighborly and that was all. Surely he didn’t truly mean you were allowed to call him any time day or night. Surely he wouldn’t appreciate a phone call from his scaredycat neighbor who couldn’t even get through a thunderstorm, right?

A flash of lightening, and before you knew it, you were pressing his name on your screen: JEON JUNGKOOK. 

As it rang, images of his soft brown hair and big brown eyes flashed through your head. He’d just come in from working out when he’d stopped you on the stairs to help you carry the box you were struggling with. He’d been wearing an oversized black t-shirt and smelled of sweat and soap and his brown hair had stuck to his forehead and curled damply along the nape of his neck. You’d had butterflies from first glance. And when his front teeth had rested boyishly on his plush bottom lip, you’d been a goner. 

“Hello?” A voice sounds on the other end, far too chipper for 3am.

“Um, hi. Jungkook? This is Y/N.”

“Hiii!” He drawls, the recognition clear in his voice. “What’s up?”

Okay, waaay too chipper for 3am.

“This is embarrassing.”

“What is it, Y/N?” His voice suddenly grows serious, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine, I suppose. I just…I am having a hard time with the storm.”

“Oh. Is it the thunder?”

“Yeah. I know, embarrassing, right. What kind of grown…”

“No, no!” He is quick to interrupt, “One of my friends is the same way. It’s fine, Y/N. Do you want me to come over?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah, my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked. I usually don’t hit the hay until at least four. I can be over in five minutes. You got whiskey?”

You blink. “Jungkook. I just moved in a few days ago. I barely have Cheerios.”

“Right,” Jungkook chuckles, “Alright, I’ll bring the whiskey. See you in a minute, Y/N.”

You hang up, and mortifyingly realize that you are in your pajamas and Jungkook will be here in just a few short minutes. Flying out of bed, you give yourself a once-over in your dresser mirror. Your pastel donut nightshirt glares back at you, mockingly. As if on cue, there is a soft knock on your front door. Well, donuts will have to do, you suppose. You rake a hand through your untamed, sleep-mussed mane before hurrying to the door to answer.

Jungkook stands on the other side, a soft oversized grey shirts hangs off his frame. His dark curls are prominent and full and his eyes don’t contain a single drop of sleep. There’s a glass bottle of an amber-colored liquid in his hand.

“Hi-ya,” he says happily, lifting the whiskey bottle a little, “I come bearing gifts.”

You open the door wider and allow him to step inside.

“I am so sorry about this,” You cringe, leading him towards the kitchen where your cardboard boxes marked DRINKWARE sit in a maze on the floor. “About the mess an about calling you at 3am.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, Y/N. Like I said, my sleep schedule is fucked. I was just sitting up watching some YouTube videos. You’ll be much better company.”

You smile, unwrapping two glasses from their newspaper protection, and pass them to him. He pours two drinks and slides on to you. You take a sip. You were never much for whiskey, but whatever it Jungkook’s brought over goes down smooth and sweet and rich and warm. 

“Would you be okay with sitting with me a minute?” You ask.

“Of course.”

Jungkook grabs the bottle and the two of you head to your couch. You sit cross-legged across from him on the couch, tugging the donut shirt down in between your legs for some semblance of modesty. Jungkook takes another sip of whiskey.

Another clap of thunder makes you jolt and Jungkook t’sks. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arm slightly, offering you a safe spot to tuck into. You pause, wondering if you really should. But a flash of lightening answers that for you, and you find yourself pressed into his side. He is warm and soft and his arm comes down to hold you gently against his side.

“It’s okay,” he whispers soothingly, a hand coming up to play with the curls at your back, “You’re okay, Y/N. It’s just a bit of thunder, nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You relax into his side, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender laundry fabric softener.

“I am so embarrassed,” you say, trying to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t be,” Jungkook implores, “My hyung will kill me for saying this, but he’s scared of thunder too. Can’t stand it. When it storms, he’s always gotta sleep in our hyung’s bed. And he’s almost thirty! You’re never too old to be scared of things.”

“What are you scared of, Jungkook?”

“Crowds.”

“How do you cope with that?” You ask curiously.

Jungkook giggles softly, “I sing.”

“What?” You sit up slightly.

“Yup! I’m a singer. I love performing, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t get shy in big crowds. But being up on stage helps, especially when I’m performing with my hyungs. It’s fine to be scared of stuff, Y/N. But it’s better to have someone at your side to comfort you.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Jungkook. Thank you. Thank you for coming over and for sitting with me tonight.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he continues running his fingertips through your curls, “We’re neighbors, I’ll always be here. I meant it when I said you could call me day or night. I’ll always be here to comfort you.” You melt as his words, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms.

“What do you say we fix another drink and I pull up YouTube on the TV and you can show me what videos you were up watching tonight.”

“Okay but you can’t laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you say as he pours more whiskey into the glasses.

You hand him the remote and he winces as he pulls up SpongeBob Top Ten Funny Moments.

You can’t help the giggle that breaks through.

“Hey! You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”

“That was before you pulled up Spongebob, weirdo,” you poke a finger into his stomach and he flinches with a soft giggle. 

“Okay, you can laugh at my taste in YouTube videos, but I draw the line at tickling.”

“Fair enough.”

Jungkook starts up the video, leaning back against the couch and pulling you back under his embrace. You nestle into his side, letting the soft fabric of his t-shirt caress your cheek. Outside the thunder crashes and the lightening strikes, but you don’t pay the storm outside any mind. You know you’re safe in his arms and nothing can harm you. 

Tomorrow the sun will shine and everything will smell of petrichor and wet grass. You don’t know it yet, but Jungkook will invite you over for breakfast and you’ll sip OJ at his counter while he flips pancakes and tells you about himself and you’ll steal nibbles of fresh-cut strawberries as you tell him about you. Tomorrow night you’ll walk to the cafe down the street holding hands as if you’ve done so a thousand times before, and when you get whipped cream from your vanilla latte on your upper lip, he’ll wipe it away with a kiss as soft as snowflakes.

Tonight though, you lean into his side and think to yourself how this is the first night since moving in that this place has truly felt like home. 

[dangermousie]

Hello, thanks for answering my ask before. Do you mind if I ask something? Is it weird, if I have hard time to watch & finishing any tv series (live action) but find it so easy to watch anime & other animation series?

If you don't mind, can I ask for tv series recs based on a few tv series that I've finished (mostly bromance and BL)?

The Untamed, My Roommate is Detective, Killer and Healer, Semantic Error, We Best Love, She Loves to Cook She Loves to Eat, Merlin BBC, Sherlock BBC, The Mentalist, and Downtown Abbey (the only het romance series that I love).

Sorry because it's kinda random and for my long ask....

Since you mainly like BL, have you watched Word of Honor cdrama (if you liked The Untamed), Unknown (Taiwanese BL that is lovely slice of love with trauma.)

I don't really watch Thai shows but I know they make a LOT of BLs for any taste - only one I ever finished (and I enjoyed it) was KinnPorsche.

Hope you find something fun!

[biolums]

watching the untamed with my roommate but i monologue the whole time on class politics and tragedy

[touchlikethesun]

i was watching the untamed in the living room when my roommate got back from work and she decided to join me. i was a third of the way thru the guanyin temple arc. i have got to say. that is like the worst point to just jump in. luckily she joined after wei wuxian and jiang cheng’s confrontation so i didn’t have to explain that but every thing else… she clocked xiyao so fast tho omg i was impressed

[sundaynightlive]

True Blue (Klance)

Live, laugh, stream Boygenius.

Disclaimer: I mention autism in this and that Keith might be on the spectrum. I'm not neurotypical but I don't believe I have autism, so if the way I did it was in any way insensitive, PLEASE lmk so I can rectify this. My roommate (and best friend) is autistic and while I don't necessarily know their experience I have spent a ton of time with them and have had long, in depth discussions about their experience which is why I felt comfortable writing it. It's a little in line with my own experience, which is why I think it might be slightly off? If it rubs you the wrong way, for sure drop a reply. Peace and love, sweetpeas <3

Also, can y'all tell I'm in a secret relationship? That obvious, huh.

It’s when everybody has dispersed back to their rooms, Shiro giving one last worried glance over his shoulder, that Keith finally walks up to the healing pod, pressing his forehead to the glass (or whatever clear, Altean material this thing's made of) and heaving a deep, shaky breath.

“Idiot,” he whispers.

Lance isn’t usually the kind of guy to be in the midst of the action. Keith’s sharpshooter tends to stick around the high ground and well-covered edges, but today has been an exception. The hallway of the ship had been tight, with little cover and little room to move. He found himself right there in it at Keith’s side, and for the most part he’d held his ground—blocking with his gun, tripping enemies, watching Keith’s back.

For a moment, a fleeting moment, Keith had actually felt incredible fighting at his boyfriend’s side.

And then that moment passed, and everything came to a screeching halt.

It’s a deep flesh wound in the meat of the shoulder, a puncture in the right thigh, and a broken rib. Not enough to kill, but enough to send Lance crashing into Keith’s side, out like a light—and more than enough to give Keith an absolute heart attack.

He sighs heavily, and crumples in on himself to the floor. He’s tired, bruised, and worried. Lance is going to be fine, he knows (he does), but that doesn’t stop the ache that crawls up and through his feet and hands and lungs. 

He never wants to see Lance unconscious like that again.

A few hours later, Allura peeks in and tells him they’re having dinner. Keith isn’t the slightest bit hungry—actually, he’s rather comfortable, back pressed against the pod, drifting in and out of sleep and distant memory. 

“I’m okay.”

She frowns.

“You should come eat, and change,” she says. Keith shakes his head. No way. Absolutely not. He’s not going anywhere until Lance can come with him, and if it gets too dire, there’s a bathroom a few feet away. A shower, even. 

That’s good enough for him.

“He’s alright, Keith,” Allura tries, “Just a few days in there and he’ll be—”

“I know,” Keith interrupts. She regards him for a moment, a long look of concern and confusion, and then relents with a heavy sigh.

“Alright. If you need anything—”

“I know,” Keith repeats.

She hesitates a few moments, and then leaves. Keith closes his eyes, and rests his head back against the pod that contains his boyfriend.

-

8 months earlier Lance McClain had entered Keith’s room, unannounced, and miraculously ducked out of the way of a boot flying towards his head with worrying accuracy.

“If you’re here to gloat, get it over with,” Keith hissed in his direction, a wild, untamed anger alight in his eyes. He’s… frustratingly beautiful, Keith, with his mullet of dark hair, indigo eyes, and lean muscle. He’s half-dressed, the top part of his flight suit hanging from his waist. Lance tries not to look down at his chest, and fails miserably.

He swallowed that away.

“Keith—”

“Actually, you know what?” Keith basically charged at him, which was terrifying for the first few moments. A finger pressed firmly into Lance’s chest, and he took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He really didnt' want Keith to hit him—that would be a worst case scenario. “Fuck you. Every other mission you’re the fuck up, so I don’t want to hear—”

“I’m not here to gloat,” Lance said, shame and embarrassment burning something fierce in his gut at being called a fuck up. It was difficult, but he swallowed that away, too. “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

That's when Keith faltered.

The finger retracted, and so did the boy, stalking over to sit heavily on the edge of his bed, and then burrying his face in his hands. There was a few moments of silence, and then Lance followed, sitting gently down next to him, putting a warm hand on his back.

He wanted, then, to smooth his hand down porcelain skin, but he refrained.

“I… know what it’s like for someone you look up to to chew you out like that,” Lance explained softly, “And Shiro’s not really a big brother to me, or anything, but I know if Marco or Luis were that hard on me… especially for something so stupid—”

“It wasn’t stupid,” Keith argued, rubbing his face and then looking up at him. Lance swallowed again—Keith was so pretty it was fucking with Lance’s head. Damn this stupid crush he had—it was interfering with his ability to be an effective teammate. He wanted this to be more than that.

Which was so not cool, at least not now.

“I fucked up. Big time.”

“That doesn’t mean he should yell at you like that in front of the whole team. Especially when the whole issue was communication.”

“I should’ve known better.”

“How?” Lance deadpanned. Keith’s eyebrows scrunched up, and he turned to study the wall, as if he was really contemplating. Here’s what had happened—

They planned to infiltrate from different points of the ship, and take it quietly so as to not alert any other nearby patrol ships or junkers. Then, with free range of the ship and a hostage situation, Keith and Pidge would be free to search through databases and stockpiles to see what tech or resources the Galra had been laundering through—a fairly simple endeavor.

What they had not accounted for, however, were the Galra mercenaries posted in certain sectors of the ship. When Shiro had gone to warn Keith of this over the comms, Keith had taken that as—the plan has changed, we’re pursuing action against these mercenaries, and upon following that mindset, had landed him and Pidge in the middle of combat they had not been prepared for, and alerted the ship’s staff before Shiro had gained full control of the hull. This made for a spiral of chaos that was swiftly quelled, but apparently got on Shiro’s nerves, even though the mission had been overall successful.

He was always so worried about unnecessary casualties. Fair, Lance supposes, but they are in the middle of literal war.

“I… don’t know,” Keith admitted finally, “I could have… hesitated?”

“And gotten you both killed?” Lance asked. Keith sighed. He flopped back and Lance followed suit, stretching a little bit. Keith was so close Lance could feel the body heat wafting off his torso. He tried not to think about it too much.

Too much was a relative term.

“Whatever, I’m over it. Let’s talk about something else—what are Marco and Luis like?”

And the rest is history.

They spent the next two months connected at the hip, or at least, sneaking into each other’s rooms late at night to talk about everything and nothing. If Keith needed to vent, he went to Lance, and vice versa. If they were bored, they found each other in an empty part of the castle and found something to entertain them. If Hunk or Pidge were being shitty, or Shiro was being too much, or Allura was being especially pushy, they would give each other matching looks, and go giggle about it elsewhere. 

It was wildly beneficial, for Lance, at least. He stopped feeling lonely, and he stopped feeling useless. Not only did Keith convince him vocally he was a necessary addition to the team, but just being friends with him made Lance feel like if nothing else, Keith needed him. Keith liked having him around.

And that was more than enough.

-

Lance was Keith’s first real experience having a friend. He had a dad, he had a brother, but Lance was a friend. He chose. 

Keith could never have avoided falling in love with him.

Being with Lance was easy in a way that’s hard to explain if you don’t already know what he means. Like the way breathing is easy. Keith didn’t even have to try to do it, he just did it.

That, for him, was love.

He’d never really been good with people, or at reading people, or at understanding arbitrary social rules and expectations. It just didn’t… click for him. But with Lance, it didn’t have to click.

“That… kind of upsets me,” Lance said.

Keith started. He looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, perplexed.

“What?”

“What you just said,” Lance explained, “That I’m the “comic relief” or whatever.” Keith furrowed his brow. His first instinct was to defend himself, and explain why it didnt' make sense that Lance was offended by that, but he stopped himself. They’ve talked about that--getting defensive about other people’s feelings instead of listening to them. 

Lance was looking at him expectantly.

“I’m… sorry,” Keith said, finally, “Why?” A distant cousin of a smile passed over Lance’s features for a moment, and then he shrugged.

“I don’t know. I guess it makes me feel like… a joke to you guys.” Keith’s eyes widened. That was not even remotely what he’d meant by it. He was fairly certain that’s not what anyone meant by it, but he supposed he can see that side.

Jeez, had Lance thought that the whole time?

“Of course you’re not a joke to me—us,” Keith corrected, feeling a bit of warmth creep into his cheeks, “I’m… sorry.”

“Getting better,” Lance praised, “What did you mean, then?”

“Well,” Keith said slowly, because what did he mean? “I thought we were just saying you’re good at lightening the mood, you know? It would be… really quiet and depressing without you.” Lance nodded, but he didn't look entirely convinced.

“Well… thanks, I guess.”

“I won’t say it again,” Keith said firmly, because how could he? Lance thinking he was a joke was just about the last thing Keith wanted—he felt bad enough about calling him a fuck up a few weeks ago, even worse now. Damn it, had they all been operating under the assumption Lance got that these were all jokes? Less than jokes, even.

Fuck.

“Thanks, man. That means… a lot.” Keith laid back down, flat on his back, staring up at Lance’s ceiling. The glow in the dark star stickers weren't glowing because it wasn't dark, but he still felt a little warmth at seeing them there. Ironic that Lance could just go to the hull and stare at a hundred-billion real ones, but incredibly endearing besides.

His insides twisted up.

Fuck number two.

“Hey, Lance?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Telling you what?”

“That what I said upset you,” Keith explained softly, staring up at those stars, hoping Lance wasn't looking at him. He was pink—very pink. “I don’t really… get when I’ve said something shitty. And most people just get offended and stop talking to me.” Lance laughed a little at that.

“My niece, Nadia, is on the spectrum. You know, autism? She’s just like that—she struggles with social cues, so we walk her through it just like I did with you. It’s really no problem—actually, it’s the least I can do.” 

Keith tried to work out what he meant by that, but he couldn't, so he just stared up at the ceiling for a few quiet moments, contemplating. He wanted to live in Lance’s space forever. He wanted to stay in this room with him, silently existing near each other, no words necessary. Nothing necessary.

God, what did that mean?

“Do you think I could be on the spectrum?”

He heard Lance’s shrug against the mattress.

“Maybe.”

And nothing more was said about it.

-

Lance kissed Keith for the first time two months after that day in his room, and when Keith melted headfirst into it, he nearly broke away to jump for joy. He didn’t read the signs wrong—this was happening. He and Keith were happening.

“I like you,” Lance said when the kiss broke, “I like you so much.”

“Got that,” Keith replied, pressing his forehead into Lance’s. Lance felt giddy and warm and buzzed all over. He felt like he could fly—like he could launch Blue a thousand feet in the air and jump off and soar. He dragged his fingers over Keith’s neck and through his hair and across his cheeks, almost like he was checking to make sure this was real.

It was real.

“Kiss me again,” Keith breathed, and so Lance obliged him. He’d do anything the boy asked. Forever.

“Did I say stop?”

“No, sir.”

-

Keith stays in the infirmary for the next 72 hours. Shiro worriedly brings him a change of clothes and Hunk drops by with the occasional meal. They keep insisting that he leave, that Lance is fine, that it wasn’t his fault—he knows that. He didn’t stab Lance, that’s obvious. 

They don’t understand when he tells them no.

At first, keeping their relationship a secret was just a means of making sure when they did tell everyone, they’d have a few months under their belt as proof that this was serious, and not a terrible, Voltron-ending fling. 

Then it became second nature.

Just as their friendship had been, it became familiar and meaningful to keep their personal relationship to themselves. They were each other’s safe space, and as such, it didn’t feel right to go around announcing to the world that they found comfort in each other. Hell, it felt invasive to even think about.

It feels invasive even now. That’s why he doesn’t explain himself—he just let’s the team think he’s gone completely nuts, and makes himself comfortable at the base of the cryopod, occasionally gazing up at his beautiful boyfriend, looking so peaceful.

In the 74th hour, Lance wakes up.

“I seriously think that shit is bad for humans,” is the first thing he grumbles as Keith helps him out and down onto solid ground, “God, it feels like I have the worst hangover.” Keith can’t help but laugh a little, and Lance grins over at him. “Let me guess—you slept in here on the floor like a dumbass.”

Keith’s smile turns sheepish.

“I couldn’t leave you,” he explains softly, and Lance sighs, shaking his head.

“I’m okay. You, on the other hand, should’ve been sleeping in bed.”

“You were really hurt,” Keith argues as long tan arms slip loosely around his waist, “I was worried about you.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” Lance replies. Keith melts. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend and holds him close, careful to keep his face above Lance’s shoulder, no matter how badly he’d like to press his nose in it. Lance’s hands smooth over his back softly, and he almost shudders at how nice it feels. It’s so good to be back in Lance’s arms after the past three days of watching him in that pod, so close and yet impossibly far.

Lance presses a kiss to the side of his head. He feels at home.

They stay like that for a while, safely inside each others’ embrace, breath intermingling, and bodies coming loose—Lance from the stiffness that comes with being inside that stupid tube for many hours, Keith from stress.

“Hey, Lance?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you.”

Lance presses another kiss to the side of Keith’s head. He had said it long before this, absolutely ages ago. Not even two months into their relationship—

I love you. Don’t say it back—I wanna watch you fall.

And here Keith is, at the bottom, resting safely in Lance's arms.

“I know, mi amor. I know.”