#their friendship is so underrated sometimes

[kpopmultistanfanficarchive]

Hear me out: headcanons for SVT who are Platonically ObsessedTM with you? They just think you're the coolest person ever and really want to get to know you and hang out with you all the time.

There are so many romantic headcanons but if you're dating one of them you're probably gonna be at least close acquaintances with the rest and friendships are highly underrated imo!

Y'know what lovely anon you are so completely on to something here. ☝🏼

Note: My brain isn't really in a place where I can bang out 13 whole headcanons right now (still recovering from a mega aura migraine episode), but I will say this!

My brain immediately goes to ✨Hoshi✨ when it comes to Platonically Obsessed™️ content!

That man has absolutely no qualms with screaming about how he's your biggest fan. It could literally be the most important day of your life or just a normal Monday and he'd still meet you with the same 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼go best friend👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 energy. He makes it his mission to know everything about you by asking a million questions from the smallest things to the big existential questions. He also badly wants to get to know the people who mean the most to you (because hey! it's important to know what's important to you, after all).

The next one who comes immediately to mind is ✨Jeonghan✨.

Idk how to explain it...I just know for a (Not)Fact™️ that Jeonghan is a religious online sleuth. Once you're on his mind he's online for a wild amount of time, gathering any and all intel he can find. He's got your entire online footprint practically committed to heart by the time you all really start to kick it off as friends. Not for any nefarious purpose, of course, or even a romantic one; he just finds you so cool and nice and sweet and he wants to know everything there is to know 😭😭

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Please don't block me I fear this is hot garbage. Sometimes you just gotta get one bad one out so you can get back to work tho. 😂����

[ruddyhotelau]

Can you share some facts about the Eden Trio? cause after seeing your designs for them, I just couldn’t having about positive thoughts of the trio dining things together in friendship.

Hmmmmmmmmm, let me see:

+ Husk and Alastor were tie in a poker match lead to them form an alliance. Husk find Alastor annoying but Alastor quite enjoy Husk's grumpy attitude, he find the other kinda entertaining.

+ In this AU, Alastor and Niffty have a sort of father - daughter relationship. Niffty sees Alastor as her father figure and Alastor enjoys Niffty's chaotic energy. While Husk is like Niffty's grumpy uncle.

+ Because Niffty is the youngest in the trio and the one who died in a young age (around her 20s) so Alastor and Husk tense to treat her like a child sometimes. But that doesn't mean they underrated her power or her strength, Niffty isn't an overlord without a reason.

+ Their relationship is a mix of business partners and a weird founded family.

So yeaaaa, they usually have meal together too, Alastor is the one who cooks.

[slowpokegamer]

I was talking about this last night in my groupchat, but I've been in shambles lately thinking about how fresh little 19 year old baby Dandelion was ready to fucking DIE alongside Geralt during the short story "The Edge of the World"

Like he just met this white haired bozo. Geralt was about to convince the elves to SPARE him and Dandelion was like "KILL ME TOO OR ELSE I'LL SET THE WORLD AGAINST YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"

I can't breathe, he's somehow just the stupidest motherfucker in the world and also somehow the most LOYAL ASS BITCH IN EXISTENCE. He loves his friends so much, he loves GERALT, so much 😭😭 He was gonna get revenge for Geralt if the elves killed him through whatever means he was able to and he was 100% serious on that threat

He literally barely knew Geralt and he was ready to give up EVERYTHING, he immediately decided he was going to be bonded to this broody asshole for the rest of his life and THATS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED

I care about them so much. They make me want to start tearing up carpets, I'm gonna be sick /pos

[abyssal-ilk]

thinking about sten again. thinking about him calling the warden kadan and never explaining what it means. thinking about him offering to take the warden back with him to par vollen, but it's never actually an option the warden takes, even if you agree. thinking about how sten responds the best to a warden who stands their ground even if he doesn't agree with them. thinking about how he loves sweets and art, and how he plays with kittens. "it's training," he says. but come on. he's playing. thinking about what else he's had to justify to himself for liking.

and he calls alistair kadan! shale as well! do you think it was ever extended to the other party members? just,, agh

[galaxina-the-pyro]

Okay, so am I the only one who wishes we got an episode where Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet hung out with each other? Not to exclude Phineas and Ferb, but friend groups can divert sometimes - each of the kids have had time to spend with Phineas and Ferb without the other two around, particularly Isabella. So I don’t see why those three can’t hang out outside of the boys once in a while.

It’s not even that the three don’t have established relationship dynamics, or that they’re ONLY friends because of Phineas and Ferb - I think it started that way but evolved over the series. But I never see the three being a general focus so to speak. We get IMPLICATIONS that they hang out together beside Phineas and Ferb like in AT2D, but they WERE initially waiting around for them to come back, so it wasn’t even first instinct. And it’s not like they COULDN’T - Isabella always hangs out with the Fireside Girls outside of the guys, and they get invited to hang out with Phineas and the others too.

Anyways, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I wanna see more content of these three, so I’m gonna draw them hanging out.

[a-queer-little-wombat]

Ohhhhh, time for a reread...

Because now I'm wondering if Crowley is also canonically gay or if theirs is an incredibly deep, eternally long, queerplatonic relationship.

actually i wasn't sure what he meant by /southern/ pansy specifically. he's an angel wouldt he have said northern pansy?

HA, that would have been a good twist actually, but it’s specifically an English expression, southern pansy meaning “posh English homosexual” because the English southern accent is stereotyped as being the posh accent, which Aziraphale definitely talks that way.

[lilacstro]

Astro observations part 14

Well, the result of my poll clearly said for this and waiting for it to end would make no difference I know haha, so here we go with part 14 :)

people with planets in subconscious houses(4/8/12) in water signs or even having planets in all of them or at least 2 could be really emotionally receptive, and may feel overwhelming emotions, sometimes being unable to manage this tsunami and moodiness that can manifest can even cause mental troubles

Girls having an afflicted moon/mars placement, or moon or mars in harsh aspects can experience hormonal/menstrual problems some point in life

One of the best friendships happen when your moon sign matches someone's sun sign and vice versa

women with 5th house Leo/Aries/Sun/Mars could be really protective around their children

For girls who say "I always cry on my birthday" or "my birthday month is my worst" could actually have sun transition into their 8th/12th house at the time of their birthday month. I can make a post on how your birthday month could be for you, let me know if you guys want to read.

I often tell my clients and I have seen it myself, people with strong Jupiter in their chart are the ones that go through a lot of hard times, the lesson here is to maintain that unwavering faith and optimistic mindset and move forward, it is not until then that you have learnt, Jupiter starts to bless you :)

people with ruler of 4th in 10th could actually struggle with having their secrets be their secrets in life, it would just somehow come out to people, not exactly fully exposed but people would know something is up.

planets in your 4th house can in fact tell you what you may like to keep hidden, for example having NN in 4th may not really like sharing my goals or plans with people.

ok so I recently saw some celebrity's newborn's natal chart, and I saw Mars conjunct Uranus in the second, and it just speaks to me that somewhere in this life, this baby gonna want to spend money like crazily-excessively and he would rebel otherwise, this sure can turn into many more mature things with time, but that impulsivity with money seems something that he needs to look after

Mercury in Leo people are actually so unafraid lmao, they can deliver the most obviously wrong facts with full confidence and when you confront them, well you cannot actually. But they can make excellent journalists, debaters, politicians etc.

People with 6th/8th/12th house placements or any of these houses in Virgo/Libra risings should be very aware of who they are entertaining. These kinds of people are actually really giving by nature but they need to be sure that people are not blantly "expecting" them/ latching onto them just for getting what they want.

6th house- literal service, cooking, cleaning, looking after them in tough times

8th house- to change them for their good at the cost of draining yourself

12th house- to mentally elevate or spiritually enlighten someone on the right path

I think it is not very talked about and a very underrated thing but Neptune in 2nd house people can be really intuitive, things they say may come true but they would not have enough confidence to speak it out or believe it themselves is one thing. Can make really good psychic/tarot readers and even astrologers.

Venus in 12th house people may attract situations where they can unknowingly want to keep their relationship/friendships private BUT please for god's sake, talk about it to other people, since to me this translates as an isolated Venus and the chances of being manipulated run high and you probably would not even know.

People who can have their comments get a lot of likes or want to comment out of desire can have Mercury in 11th, but please note Mercury and the 11th should most likely be in fire or air signs, water and earth can rather keep their opinions to themselves.

Speaking of which if you have Mercury-Mars placement in 11th, you are very likely to be someone who fights for what they like, be unafraid of arguing or putting out your comment on internet, for example: fighting that your fav artist is right or this song is being hated on for no reason etc.

You may often find yourself contradicting between the life choices of your North Node and South Node house/Signs. For example, someone with NN in 4th and SN in 10th would want to think "ok I wanna marry young, have kids and look after my kids", OR sometimes think "no not at all I will be an unmarried childless girlboss living her life in 30s", it is likely that it is not in between OR it can be, "well how will I manage this desire to have a successful career and be a mother at the same time idk"

People with Sun/Saturn and Neptune in harsh aspects could have father struggling with substances, or maybe dogmatism or have some kind of un real ideals, may feel very hard to impress, yet you would probably still in some want to get his validation which rather seems impossible because of how out of the world and unrealistic it could be.

Wherever Juno sits in your chart can show what can change in your life most when you meet your spouse or most significant other, for example people with Juno in 11th, would change what they usually prayed or wished for, their friends and social life. Juno in 9th may become more philosophical or open to higher education. Can make another post on this one

Speaking of which, Juno can also give clues on how your future spouse could be, it is like a tarot kind of description, not everything would be accurate but some of it sure would be. For example, Juno in 11th could have spouse who works on Internet or through Internet, could have Aquarian traits of having strong, different opinions, BIG hopes and dreams, etc. Can make a post on this one again lmao

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[emmafrostyyy]

y'all sleeping on Astarion/Lae'zel bc this moment is so...the way the flippant demeanor drops and he doesn't hesitate to call her out for sticking with her version of Cazador like their relationship is so underrated fr...

sitting down writing this bullshit like let me peel it like an onion a bit and elaborate why this pairing is fascinating to me

It's really interesting how during the most cathartic, life-altering moment in Astarion's questline, the reactions of the other companions are more about the moral wrongness/guilt of sacrificing innocent lives. Lae'zel doesn't do that and instead relates to his hurt.

She knows what's he's feeling, the lack of control, the unfairness of being powerless for too long. This is a woman who just found out her entire life purpose was built on lies, discarded and hunted by her own people after outliving her usefulness, and groomed to basically die for an insane power-hungry lich queen. She knows all too well that power isn't always real freedom. Her first instinct is to empathize with Astarion to steer him away from his hate and resentment.

Astarion/Lae'zel is so interesting to me because they're such a classic "can we make each other worse or make a better person out of the other?".

They both have genuine appreciation for violence and respect each other's ruthlessness. Astarion was used as a weapon of seduction while Lae'zel was of warfare. Sex with people is meaningless and not real intimacy for them, and while both have little understanding/experience of interpersonal relationships beyond the physical, they still feel and love very deeply. They have no frame of reference for things like friendship and warmth, but they badly want all of that and more, even if they don't know it yet.

In-game they can sleep with each other, which is basically the foundation of the normal Tav/Astarion romance. Lae'zel saw him during combat and got horny, who knows. Astarion who's used to luring people with his charms, takes up Lae'zel's blunt offer because she's a strong hardened warrior that can provide protection and be a worthy ally, and he doesn't know how to say no. Navigating the complications between one who wants to be seen beyond as a sex object, and one who comes from a totally alien culture with no concept of love/family/connections and only sex is honestly really compelling to me. It's a transactional, mutually beneficial thing with no emotional expectations. Once you get past the skeevy rockiness of their early relationship, I really like the idea of them slowly seeing something past the exterior and realizing they may have harshly misjudged the other, an unspoken friendship blooms, and in comes the realization that they are essentially loners longing for kindness and a comforting touch in the most desperate of situations.

Lae'zel is prideful, direct, has no sense of courtship talk, and doesn't hold back her thoughts the slightest--she's not sweet/agreeable and what you see is really what you get, which I imagine would be disarming for Astarion who's used to vacuous flattery and has difficulty trusting others. But she's also insanely protective, passionate, loyal, and an initiator-- every romance scene is triggered by her first and she's always showing effort towards her relationships, which would mesh well with Astarion who does need someone to nudge him.

She doesn't purposely suppress her feelings, she's just simply at loss at how to express them sometimes due to her wildly different upbringing. She stops the sparring match you agree to and an easy vulnerability slips instantly out of her: "I don't want to hurt you. I want to protect you, and for you to protect me." and "Thus far I've taunted you, devoured you, battled you. Now I want more than anything to soothe you." are romantic as fuck and Astarion of all people really needs to hear that tbh.

Astarion is also someone who struggles with reinforcing his boundaries, and a key theme in Lae'zel's romance is that she encourages and wants you to challenge her and learn to stand your ground. It's not gentlest method, but hey, relationships are about having to make an effort to learn each other's language.

I think he also would take pleasure "educating her on the matters of Fay-run" (I believe there's a whole banter with him teasing her and teaching her pet names) and would get a kick out of coaxing Lae'zel out of her shell with her shyness at showing public affection, and making her blush. Also it simply would be fucking funny to see Astarion who's used to easy seduction, trying to pass a persuasion check just to get a smooch and generally having to work to earn regular kisses from Lae'zel lmfaooo

Lae'zel also initially struggles to see her chains as chains. When she learns about Vlaakith's betrayal, she copes instantly through denial and shuts it down. Astarion is NOT having it and calls her out, he knows her well enough to recognize that she would value blunt honesty above all.

I imagine he also despises her lack of self-preservation, the way her entire identity is tied to duty and being in service of others, and doesn't understand her desire to still help/liberate the people that want her dead and are hunting her down. He wants to make this duty-bound soldier realize that looking out for herself, and putting herself first may not be the worst thing in the world.

They're so similar to each other but are also polar opposites in some ways that make a more equal, balanced romance I think. It's not a simple, one-sided, feel-good "she/he can fix her/him" fantasy because both of them have to earn each other's love, actually cut through the other's flaws, and actively motivate each other to be better versions of themselves.

They're not at all the other's ideal guiding hand. It's rough, jagged, and imperfect, but that's how healing goes. It's so far from being the healthiest relationship -- but even if their belief systems differ, their moral compass does often align. I imagine it's a slight relief for them to have a partner where there would be less shame and judgment when they expectedly, occasionally slip up and fall into their bad habits.

Also, man, the "You showed me the betweens and beyonds. Beyond war and peace, beyond passion and obsession, most importantly, you showed me freedom.", "First you were my wound, now you were my cure.", "But you saw something else in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago.." lines really hit hard when applied to them.

Of course, they can also make each other worse, feed into the other's negative traits that will bring out the worst part of themselves. It's this duality of their pairing that is very interesting to explore, the way it can steer in either direction because it's an intense, fraught relationship at its core.

[theastromind]

Some more astrology observations

Another lot of observations that I've seen.

People with Scorpio Mercury, especially in the 10th house could be drawn to psychology as a career as they like to dive deep and analyse other people.

Having your Moons square each other in synastry looks scary, but if you’re able to communicate your feelings and your triggers, this can create a deep bond between the two.

If you look at what sign rules your 2nd house is how you like to decorate your living space as your 2nd house represents your home.

A lot of Tauruses like to spend a lot on themselves and indulge when they can. They’re most likely to own a lot of clothes and makeup.

Having a lot of 1st house placements can make someone focus on themselves a lot, not necessarily in a narcissistic way, but they try to work on themselves to become a better person.

Because Scorpios are known for transformation, they could go through a lot of personal styles to see what suits them the best.

Having someone’s Sun square your ascendant can make the person not fully comfortable being themselves in front of you.

A lot of Cancer risings can have a round face like their ruling planet, the moon. They have really expressive eyes and sometimes look like sort of sad at times.

Mars in the 10th house can indicate a very hardworking person, especially when it comes to their career.

Chiron square your North Node can indicate having a lot of trauma and working through that, could possibly be from past life karma.

Venus Scorpios or Venus in the 8th screams ‘ride or die’ in relationships.

When looking at your emotions look at your Moon sign, especially if it’s your initial reactions to something.

Your Moon sign also indicates how you are within your friendship groups.

Positive aspects between both of your Mercurys in synastry can show that conversation between you flow easily and you just get each other. You probably have a lot of inside jokes between you two too.

Thanks for sticking around to read another post of my astrology observations! ♡

btw these gifs are my favourite sanrio character called U*SA*HA*NA* and she is so underrated and needs more love!

[ilikebobcuts642]

The relationship between Mista and Abbacchio is incredibly underrated and I have no Idea why.

The crazy thing about them is the fact that Abbacchio does not once get annoyed with or yell at Mista in the manga. Yeah he scolds(?) him sometimes, but he’s always gentle about it.

The anime added a single scene where Abbacchio yells at him, Fugo, and Narancia to stop goofing around after the torture dance scene. But even then he wasn’t yelling at just Mista so I don’t really think it should completely count.

He also encourages Mista sharing his random ass thoughts and even answers them sometimes.

Also I won’t take “well they don’t have that many scenes together” as an answer on why they’re underrated. Abbacchio and Narancia have almost the same amount of scenes together and most of the time they’re just bickering about something yet they’re one of the fandom’s favorite platonic duos.

I love their friendship and think it deserves way more recognition than it actually receives.

[mikkaeus]

house md hilson fic rec - medium to long fics (10k+)

Other house rec lists: short fics | episode tags | postcanon | infidelity trope (all of these are mutually exclusive apart from the infidelity one) // Edit: I added the longer postcanon fics to this reclist as well because this one got the most traction!

These are all House/Wilson unless otherwise stated. Before we get into the fics, here are some of my fave authors that have written several house fics.

fourteencandles: im literally in love with them . 10/10 writing no notes. also long fics?? hello???

ictus: this author has the range! from emotional to fluff to funny. very smooth writing. all of their fics have different vibes which was fun to read. they’re all very good. 

Transformatron: fics that are transcendent and porny, all featuring a d/s undertone or theme (wilson as the dom)

Namaste (livejournal / ff.net): Some short fics, some much longer ones. Mostly gen focussing on H&W friendship, with some fics on canon pairings. Interesting character studies and discerning prose.

In order of length. *faves, ***underrated faves

*Brain Damage by fourteencandles (8k) (Ok I know this isn’t over 10k but I wanted all of their fics on one post and it’s close enough so.) This was brilliant. Like a real episode of House, with Wilson as the unfortunate patient-of-the-week, with bonus House/Wilson. Characterisation was bang on, and the plot was original and engaging and had a satisfying conclusion. Love to see House taking care of Wilson.

Down to the Water + Bound for Home by blackmare (~10k) Aftermath of season 4. House and Wilson go on a road trip. Quiet and sad and fragile, with excellent writing. This fic appears to have been fairly well known in lj days but I don't think a lot of newer people know about it.

*A Smaller World by fourteencandles (10k) The thing between them works, if Wilson doesn't push for more. God I’m so soft. I have so many feelings!!! In love with this established relationship hilson, still a little precarious, but with Wilson adapting, and House willing to put in effort.

*What's Past by fourteencandles (10k) The guy who used to have Wilson's job comes back for a visit, and it turns out they have more in common than Wilson ever knew.

*Touch Therapy by nomad (10k) It's not that House needs the human contact. It's just that when you're sharing an apartment, these things happen sometimes. Light hearted and funny, canon divergence from when Wilson’s staying on House's couch in s2. This is pretty much the homosexual waters have started flowing in House's direction post. Excellent dialogue.

***not another medical drama series (10k) by captainharkness Retelling of season 1 with House and Wilson as an established relationship. Great slice of life stories! Ongoing. The first is H/W POV, the second is Cameron, and the third is Chase. My favourite is definitely the second one (someone else’s story). I adore seeing H/W through the ducklings’ eyes. 

Synchronicity by copperbadge (10k) Dead patients, car wrecks, drug overdoses, journalists, Comatose Charlie, and orange chicken. Must be love.

systemic by ictus (10k) Ever since Wilson moved in, House has presented with some inexplicable symptoms. Fortunately, he has a team of talented doctors to aid him with his diagnosis. Season 2 fic! This one is funny and sweet and overall a great read.

Rush Down Darkness by Starlingthefool (10k) House MD/World War Z crossover. Told mainly through interview dialogue from house’s pov. Engaging story. House/Wilson definitely takes a backseat to the plot — there’s no grand getting together or anything. That's not to say it's not about them though, because there were still lots of good moments (good in the sense that my heart hurts). More succinctly, it has the vibes of an established relationship fic., although it isn't technically one.

Defensive Strategies by Milkshake Butterfly (~10k) (lj) In which Wilson is tired of being asked out by women when he's not ready to date again, and naturally House proposes a simple solution: pretend to be together. An enjoyable read.

******Commonplace and True by celestialskiff (11k) It would be a simple story--House and Wilson meet at a medical conference, have sex, and enjoy each other's company--but nothing is ever easy, or simple. Explores Wilson's relationship with House, with women, and with himself. House and Wilson throughout the years — with the version of canon where Wilson has cheated on every wife and girlfriend with House. When I tell you I am FROTHING!!! Pining while fucking?? The way it’s never the right time?? The greed of wanting to have your cake and eat it too? (That one’s specifically for Wilson, our beloved three-wives guy.) The vibes are immaculate. The prose is elegant verging on poetic. I’m eating this fic whole and it will be on my mind always. It is THE hilson fic for me. It is criminal that this fic has been up since 2012 and it only has 200 kudos. Go read it immediately & give the author some love.

***Declarations of Independence by Namaste (ff.net, also on livejournal) (11k) House and winter, throughout the years. I really enjoyed this. Excellent writing. Copy pasting a part of a comment by bedawyn which articulates why this fic is unique better than I can: “So far, I've seen a lot of focus in the fanfic (and the eps) on the pain and the Vicodin, but very little awareness of the practical aspects of limited mobility and the emotional impact of those even apart from the pain. So this was a very nice change.”

***Rule of Three by Transformatron (11k) (House/Wilson/Foreman) Foreman sees something he shouldn't have. And, maybe, wants something he shouldn't have, too. This was well written and super hot, with fun dialogue and descriptions that do justice to the excellent writing of the show itself. Foreman is faithfully characterised in a way that made me sympathetic. Also H/W outsider perspective as a third is such a treat to read. Lower me into my grave!!!!

*Warning Signs by out_there (12k) Excerpt: House looked to the left, staring down at the open box. Wilson knew that expression on his face: House was torn between denying it all and gleefully acknowledging his schemes. Normally, his ego won out and, like a comic super villain, he'd explain all. Wilson just needed to stay quiet and wait. This fic was fantastic. I am disgustingly fond. Superb characterisation. Light hearted and funny.

The Oncologist Trap by zulu (13k) (2007) House subtly seduces Wilson. Somehow.

The Line of Thought by tevinterimperium (13k) House and Wilson pretend to be together to play a prank on the ducklings, which is an extremely plausible scenario. From the perspective of the ducklings. Set sometime after 3x15: Half-Wit.

hail mary by ictus (13k) A post-canon fix it! In the weeks since finishing the show and reading this fic there are times I forgot that this wasn’t canon. It’s such a believable (and well-researched) alternate ending that feels like an actual episode.

Son of Mine by simoneallen (14k) Sherlock is House’s long-lost kid. Usually I’m not a fan of cross-over fics but I enjoyed this one. Established relationship on the johnlock side, getting together on the hilson side.

***hearts turn red by ictus (14k) In my head this is the counterpoint to Commonplace and True. When I found it after reading that one it really was a holy shit two fucking cakes?? moment. The delicious infidelity vibes are similar, but the vibes of the writing are pretty different -- whereas the above fic has a more quiet, subdued atmosphere, this one has more snappy prose and it’s more light-hearted with funny moments as well as emotional ones. It’s not just the infidelity theme that makes me crazy about both of them though; it’s how they play on the great tragedy of House and Wilson. In the author’s own words: In a way they do feel a little bit doomed to never quite be on the same page with each other until the very end of the series and by then it's too late. Of course, in these fics, they’re rescued earlier than the end, but the wretched vibes remain. Also, I’m obsessed with this line: By Wilson’s read, House is somehow simultaneously joking and sincere: Schrödinger’s sexual advance. That is the entire fucking show.

An Inconvenient Truth by annathaema (15k) Wilson helps out Cuddy and reveals something about himself in the process. House freaks out accordingly. Also features banana-colored babies, the men's room, and Skee-Ball.

*at the rind by ShanaStoryteller (19k) An AU where Wilson experiences all the near death moments House has in the show as a series of nightmares. Set between 1.19 and 2.05, but spoilers for the whole show. Protective Wilson!! We love to see it. I also like Wilson’s characterisation here - you can very much see how not-normal he is. We love unhealthy co-dependency.

***Esopus Creek by shaycat (24k) An eighty-year-old widower by the name of Eugene Skinner ventures out one September day in upstate New York for his usual morning activity - fly fishing. His leisurely hobby is interrupted by a bickering pair nearby in the river. That chance encounter with Greg House and James Wilson changes the course of his life. Told from the perspective of the last friend the boys make on their final road trip. This was the perfect post season 8, Wilson-still-dies fic. A sad fic but not a depressing one. It’s quiet and heartwarming, in a bittersweet way. Highly recommend. It has great use of outsider POV — I’m always a sucker for it but it worked particularly well in this case to have the angst but not be drowning in it. Also I just really liked the OC.

***Howler Tone by baffledbear (25k) The calls always happen late at night, and they're extremely sporadic, with weeks, sometimes months bridging between them. They talk on the phone otherwise, of course; about patients, or dinner plans, or carpooling. Typical stuff. But the calls that always end a certain way always start a certain way. Wilson is so repressed but so attracted to House. House is taking as much as he can get while still remaining in relative safety. Together they push a platonic relationship to the absolute limits of plausible deniability. Overall totally realistic within the canon of the show — the natural step up from the gay chicken already depicted. It’s just such a perfect scenario for them! That combined with silky smooth prose, faithful characterisation and accurate dialogue makes this fic is a definite hilson favourite and also a hilson-thesis fic.

*The Open Road by Pun (25k) A fandom classic. Road trip fic set in the earlier seasons. It's good; read it.

*He Won't Tell You That He Loves You by hellshandbasket (25k) [In which Nolan pulls at the Wilson thread, and House can't stop it all from unraveling. Repression is a hell of a drug.] Early s6. Another fandom classic that is worth its salt.

no need to worry (making up your mind) by scribespirare (25k) House makes the mistake of telling his mother he can't join her for Christmas because of his new boyfriend. Somehow, this becomes Wilson's problem. Cute and fun. I put off reading fake-dating fics because I was worried about them being OOC but this one definitely wasn’t!

***Sticks and Stones by Transformatron (25k) (WIP) House has an innovative new idea for managing his chronic pain. Wilson’s not sure he approves - but when has House ever asked for permission? This is such a great concept I am climbing the walls!!! D/s with House as the sub. The story is currently still at pre-relationship stage, with House experimenting with BDSM and Wilson being unhappy with the proceedings (for some unknown reason /s). Also the writing is nice and snappy with some great figurative language that manages to incorporate medical themes impressively well. 

Fresh Feeling by justkeeptrekkin (30k) House is tricked into going on a team-building trip with his colleagues. He does far more bonding with Wilson than anyone else. Funny and well written. The team interactions are very cute.

***Tracking Time by Namaste (37k) (ff.net) A look at House and Wilson's friendship over the years and how it has changed from their meeting through the end of the first season. I don’t usually read long genfics but this one was exceptional. I like Namaste’s take on House and Wilson’s characters. And they are a very good storyteller — one thing that you don’t tend to see as much of in fanfiction is the old adage of ‘show not tell’. The writing in this fic is careful and subtle, and lets you read between the lines, making it so that no part of the 37k words is a drag to read.

*The Body Found by fourteencandles (46k) Wilson's missing. When I tell you I cried... Premium angst & hurt/comfort. Excellent dialogue with some alternating POV (House mainly, but you also get the three ducklings & Cuddy).

You Already Know How This Will End by fourteencandles (46k) What if House had gone to rehab right after/around "Merry Little Christmas"? (3.10) This fic was interesting. It’s told in a series of short vignettes with a variety of different perspectives. It’s not really a hilson fic (or a fic for any ship). It just explores the characters. I did wish for more hilson but it’s a good read (I mean, it’s fourteencandles). The one hilson scene near the end where they hire a hooker in Atlantic City lives in my head rent free. Warning that the ending is rather abrupt and I didn’t find it satisfying, but I think it works for this kind of story, in a way. Messy people and their complicated relationships, with a lot of loose ends left untied, because that’s just what life is. 

***For Every Closed Door by starlingthefool (around 50k?) (lj) Overview of the chapters (14 with 4 interludes and an epilogue) is on the author’s lj (scroll down).  House MD/Dead Like Me crossover.  I love this fic a lot! It’s canon divergence from Season 3. House gets killed in a freak accident and becomes a reaper, remaining in the mortal world to harvest souls, able to interact with people but not be recognisable to those that know him. As the author says, this is an Afterlife!Fic and therefore a deathfic. They also said it’s not depressing — which is true, because it’s more plotty than an angstfest, and there are lots of light-hearted parts, but it is definitely heartbreaking at points. I literally cried all the way through the last chapter. Happy ending though!!! Don’t worry about the cross-over aspects. I haven’t seen Dead Like Me, and as far as I can tell, it just takes the premise of the show. I’m glad I found this fic whilst trawling 2000s livejournal because it’s really a hidden gem. Great plot, dialogue, compelling OCs — the whole package! I got so emotionally invested in the story. I think there were maybe a few parts that were a little unpolished but just keep reading. It’s really worth it. 

*A Modest Proposal and Involuntary Commitment series by ignaz (98k) The one where House and Wilson get married so Wilson can’t testify against House in the Tritter arc.  I have an unfortunate habit of downloading fics and then forgetting to bookmark & comment once I’m done, so I don’t have anything detailed to say about this one, but it’s a classic and a favourite of mine.

Twenty Years of Stealing My Food by hwshipper (100k) A backstory taking place over twenty years, from how House and Wilson met all the way to canon. A reimagining of their fucked up, magnetic relationship, with a straightforward writing style. They get together nearly as soon as they meet and maintain a steady open relationship whilst cheating on their various girlfriends and wives throughout the years. 

[emig22]

My thoughts while reading the newest lu update

Sky is such a mood here. I do well in class and still struggle to pay attention sometimes during long lectures. Poor boy.

SKY AND LEGEND FRIENDSHIP! They're such a good duo. It's been so fun watching them interact these last few updates :). They're both some of my favorite characters and I think they're an underrated duo.

"Well excuuuse me princess!" I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I just ftungdhh

Awww the captain is so sweet with the fairy 🥺. His little smile. Also, bad Wind! Leave the poor fairy be. She just had a very stressful time!

Gotta say as well though, I love all the variation in facial expressions we've been getting lately. You can very clearly everyone's emotions. Four especially has been a treat :).

[ghostsandfools]

Solar and Lunar's Relationship is so Underrated

Alright. I already typed out like a whole essay about this in one of my friends dms (I am so sorry you had to read all that-) but I decided to post an even LONGER essay here! Because I can :]

Solar and Lunar are just... Just the best. I love them. SO MUCH.

Lunar:

Lunar was the first person that Solar met from the main dimension. Lunar was obviously terrified of Solar at first, considering he looked and sounded just like Eclipse, but I love how Solar treats him when they first meet. He says "I don't know how anyone could hate you" and "I know I'm not your Eclipse. but you're not a mistake" and is just super sweet in general. It's been a while, but I recommend y'all go back and watch that episode, it's "What if Eclipse isn't evil?! In VRCHAT" and it's genuinely so so adorable.

It took a while for Lunar to get used to Solar, but Solar was patient with him the whole time and I love that. He understood why Lunar was scared of him and was just as sweet as possible until Lunar could feel comfortable around him.

One thing I think is interesting is that when Lunar went in Solar's head, he saw the memory of Solar killing his Moon. I don't think he saw the exact moment when Solar shot him, but from the fact that Solar was still alive and had never told anyone about it, he could probably infer what happened. He knows it happened, but he never held it against him. He never told anyone, he never blamed Solar or called him a murderer, because at that point he knew he wouldn't hurt someone without a reason. He knew Solar was trustworthy.

I think it's nice how their friendship was developed more in the background. Solar and Moon were always 'the besties', always spending time together, working on projects together, and it was the same way with Earth. But even though Solar and Lunar never spent as much time with each other, I feel like they understood each other better than anyone else. Their friendship was special, even if it wasn't as prominent.

When Lunar killed Eclipse, Solar showed him the same patience and care and kindness that he's always shown. Earth was scared of him, Gemini was angry at him, but Solar understood exactly what he was going through, because he'd been there once himself. And just like Lunar didn't judge him, he never judged Lunar.

Solar:

In his home dimension, Solar didn't really have anyone that he could trust. His Moon and Sun BOTH died. In the episode he was introduced in, he explained that during the separation or sometime after, his Moon passed away, and the version we saw who tried to kill him was a copy of his Moon with the same memories. I wonder if that's why he's so unwilling to except what happened to Nexus, because he's seen it all before. And I wonder if maybe this will become a pattern, and what happened to his Sun will end up happening to ours?

Anyways. Solar had to come to the main dimension because his Moon tried to kill him and scrap him for parts and was just being an abusive asshole in general. It does remind me of Eclipse and Lunar. Solar was just a byproduct to his Moon, a useless machine he could use for extra labor, and when Solar wasn't useful to him anymore, he tried to scrap him for parts, desperate to get back his Sun, his star. In a way, I think Solar sees himself in Lunar. That's why they understand each other so well.

When Solar killed his Moon, he didn't tell anyone. I really wonder if that'll ever get brought up again, because he and Lunar have both been hiding it for so long. I can't imagine the guilt he'd feel afterwards, even if it was justified.

I'm going to talk about self harm now, so if you're sensitive to the topic, just scroll past this pink section.

Now, this might be me projecting, because i used to self harm and in a way, I see myself in both Lunar and Solar. But I can see the signs in both of them. Both of them, at this point, have got to have some kind of self worth issues. Constantly being told you're worthless is going to critically damage your self esteem, and it's clear that it's taken some kind of toll on them.

Solar is always working, constantly, and I think that's for two reasons. The first it to distract himself, of course, but i wonder if he's trying to prove himself. He wants to prove to his family that he IS worth something and that they don't need to punish him or scrap him for parts because he IS useful.

And Lunar is the same way. He hasn't shown as many signs, but he's had a lot of pressure on him since he came back. He feels like he has to be good with his powers, to keep both him and his family safe. He has quite literally got the entire world on his shoulders, with Rez threatening him and Taurus threatening him and worst of all, the looming threat that Gemini will probably never speak to him again if he can't master his powers, that's A LOT.

They're both dealing with a lot, and being constantly overwhelmed like that can drive a person to hurt themself. It's more of a headcanon with Lunar, but I could see it being canon for Solar. Like in one of the recent episodes where he was talking to Jack and said "Break the habit Solar- I mean, break the habit Jack!" I wonder if that's what he could be referring to? Idk, let me know what you think.

Okay, I'm done talking about that now. Anyways. When Solar died, Lunar didn't really react. Earth screamed and cried, Nexus went insane, but Lunar didn't really react. And looking at things from a surface level, you could say it's because he and Solar weren't as close, but i don't think that's really true. Lunar said he didn't really feel strongly about it, but how could he? With how much trouble his own emotions cause him in the past, how could he possibly? Maybe he didn't want to lose control of his powers again, maybe he didn't want Earth to be scared of him again. And everyone around him was already so sad, he needed to be stable so they didn't have to worry about him too. But just because he didn't have an outwards reaction, that doesn't mean he didn't care. That doesn't mean he didn't grieve, it doesn't mean it didn't effect him.

Sadly, we haven't seen Lunar's reaction to Solar's return yet, because youtube decided to chaunce around and be stupid, but I'm excited to see how he feels about the whole thing.

I have a little theory/prediction for you all before I end things off. Lunar got star power because he was rebuilt in space. Eclipse's lab was apparently next to the sun.... Maybe Solar will get star power as well? It would make sense, why should he not? He was rebuilt in space as well. It would be dumb if he didn't. Their lives are very parallel to each other after all, even their names.

Anyways. That's enough chauncing about from me, I've got to get to school. But let me know what you guys think! Are Solar and Lunar best duo 2024? Will Solar get star powers? Will the be fire themed and cool as fuck if he does? Does Solar is gay??????? I guess we'll have to wait and find out.

(Jesus Christ, you are DEDICATED, I don't know how you made it this far. If i saw a tumblr post this long, I would not have the patience to read it, you get a gold star for coming all this way ⭐)

[famemonsterrr]

Astrology observations part 2. 🪽

- I have noticed that all the people I have dated,liked me or I had crush on. Have fire placements and mostly Sagittarius.

- speaking of Sagittarius. I have to say that men are the type to notice they are in love with you way too late and by then they will not admitted it because they are emotionally aloof or maybe are afraid of rejection.

- also speaking of the same sign. I have seen Sagittarius and Scorpio have the best best friend duo. They just match so well because they complete each other.

- Virgo and Capricorns have anxiety issues. (My best friend who is Capricorn went to therapy for that and my mom who is Virgo rising when something happens she freaks out).

- i might be a Pisces myself but I found other Pisces suns weird. (An old ex was Pisces sun and he was weird and musty). On the other hand Pisces placements are my fave.

- I’ve noticed that some virgo suns are problematic or had a problematic phase. Sometimes it’s because they have an attitude or because they are a little bit immature. Especially combined with fire placements.

- my love for Capricorns is huge but I have to admit that they can be very sharp and cold people if u try them. They have more patients than a Taurus but if u cross their limits u are out forever.

- all scorpio man will be possessive not matter the other placements

- Pisces and Gemini duo is a little bit underrated. If they both are mature and developed then their friendship will be amazing.

- remember when I said how cold Capricorns can be? Well the same goes for cancer. They are sharp and will cut you off without explaining. At least u will get an explanation from Capricorn.

- Aquarius placements can make any water sun more aloof and detached.

- Virgo moons are made to be stars. See how many celebs have that moon. They are lyric genius🤌🏻

- Scorpio moons or any other placement show that the person had to matured sooner or have been through a lot in their childhood.

- Capricorns and scorpios have very intense eyes.

- Gemini,Sagittarius and Pisces will do the most out of the blue things. Gemini will start a new study, Sagittarius will go into an unplanned trip and Pisces will pretend to be a scientist and try create new stuff by ruining the things they already had. (I used to do that when I was a kid)

- Capricorns and Aquarius the dry texters of the zodiac

- and speaking of those 2. They are an underrated couple. (My cousin married an Aquarius man and they have a beautiful relationship with no problems at all)

- libra sun/moon might had social anxiety or hated doing things alone.

- Pisces,Sagittarius,Aquarius and Gemini minds are so difficult to predict.

- as a Pisces myself I can’t get along with my sister sign. All Virgo turn to hate me secretly or not just hitting well.

Well that’s all for today:)

Thank u for reading soo far and liking my content. So greatful for that 🫶🏻 I have to say I’m not a professional astrologist and even if I was. Observations are little opinions and astrology isn’t a fact all the time. Btw I’m not an American native speaker so if I do a mistake pliz be nice. I’m trying my hardest 💀

[d0llcuries]

HELLOOO!!!!💓 could you do roxto x navi!reader maybe something going around the clan involving roxto and kirk since yk people on tiktok claims he has feelings for her so rumors going around that people have seen the two flirting and obviously that upsets reader so she takes a step back from the two of them and even goes as far as to take back all the jewelry she’s made roxto ( I love my underrated roxto king )🩵🩵🩵

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL

pairing(s): roxto x fem!na'vi! reader

summary: you never thought roxto to be an ignorant person. and he isn't! maybe just a little oblivious..

author's note: this week was not it istg!! too many things are happening sll at once and i just lost my motivation in the middle lf writing this (i really hope you can't tell). this anon was sooo creative and unless there was another character named kirk i wasn't aware of i probably messed up the plot.. 🧍 anywaysss ending super rushed because HEADACHE.

you’ve always been the girl made of too much light. there’s a warmth about you, fiery and stubborn. all dark curls and bearing grins. you are sharp like the edge of the sea rocks, but warm, bright, like the first light that filters through the waves at dawn. the sun clings to your skin, kissed deep by the sea, gleaming in the dips of your collarbones, the arch of your shoulders.

nothing about you is quiet—your presence is a flare. you move through the village like you belong to it, like the ocean itself curls at your feet, eager to keep up. everyone knows you, yn! they call, always a voice trailing after, always someone drawn to the light you carry.

you do not love quietly, either, you never have. you pour yourself into everything, your love spilling over, careless, until it floods the spaces around you. you can’t stand the idea of holding back, of loving anyone halfway. so you give, and give, until the lines blur, until the difference between your heart and your hands no longer exists. there’s no steady middle, no balance, just the push and pull of everything or nothing at all.

it shows in the way your hands move—always creating, always giving. you weave your feelings into the world around you, shells and beads tangled in thin cords, bracelets wrapped tight around wrists like you’re holding on to the people you care for. it’s how you’ve always shown love, letting your hands speak when your heart feels too full for words. you work with the kind of care that can only come from someone who feels too much, someone who pours themselves into every task, every knot, every woven strand, as if by creating, you are giving a part of yourself to the world.

ao’nung teases you for it, says you’d gift a stranger your last shell if they looked at you the right way. but he doesn’t understand. he’s always been loud, brash, speaking only to fill the space around him. tsireya, though—she understands. she’s like the tide, steady and constant, anchoring you when your love feels too big. her kindness seems to shine brighter when she’s by your side.

you’ve always felt sure around them, always steady, like you belong. like the ocean itself, you’ve never had to question where you fit into their lives, never wondered if your place was secure. roxto, especially.

for roxto, you make more jewellery than anyone else. ao’nung complains about it sometimes, calling roxto your favorite, but you’ve never corrected him. maybe because it feels true in a way you can’t explain, not even to yourself.

you felt intertwined with him, sewn together, like you were carved from the same bone, shaped by the same hands. you are the same—same thoughts, same instincts. people spend their lives searching for that kind of connection, but you never had to. the only thing keeping you apart is the stretch of time between you, the space of a single sunset.

but what good is that depth if it is just friendship? if it has always been just enough, just close enough, just warm enough, but never more? you wonder, sometimes, if you’ve been fooling yourself all along. settling for scraps of something you never dared to reach for, afraid that grasping it might break the delicate balance between you. so, you stay on your side of the line, trying to find contentment in his friendship only. pretending you do not care about the moments when his gaze lingers on someone else—on her.

the sullys arrived during the crescendo of your denial, with their strange ways and different words, and everything felt just a little bit off. you welcomed them like you do everyone, with wide-open arms ready to share whatever you could with these strangers who carried the sea in their own way, even if it wasn’t your sea. kiri, especially. you liked her right away. she didn’t need to be loud to make her presence known; there was a stillness about her, like deep water, and it drew you in. you didn’t see at first the way roxto’s eyes lingered on her a little longer than usual, the way their conversations seemed to grow more frequent, more intimate. you didn’t mind that roxto spent more time with her and less with you. not at first. you admired her, if anything.

it’s only later, when you’re sitting by the shore, eclipse encasing the shore that the words find you. you’re working, always happy to help, fingers weaving together a net under the guidance of an elder, the conversation around you drifting. you don’t catch the beginning of it, just the soft murmurs that slide into the space between your thoughts. then, you heard just a whisper, tossed carelessly into the air.

“roxto and the sully girl, they have been spending a lot of time together, have they not?”

you freeze, your hands stilling against the rough weave of the net. there’s a beat, a moment where the world seems to narrow down to that one sentence.

“they would make a sweet pair! he is always with her.”

the words are sharp, cutting through the soft lull of the evening, pulling something inside you loose. it was meant to be nothing. just a stray thought, a harmless observation. but the words stuck, winding themselves around your chest, squeezing tight. you tell yourself it’s just idle talk, something for the elders to pass the time in their slow lives with, nothing more. you’ve heard gossip before. you’ve never cared. but this time, the words settle into your skin like saltwater in a cut, stinging in a way that makes you wince. roxto and kiri? it couldn’t be true. he would’ve told you. right? he tells you everything—what he ate, how he caught more fish than ao’nung, how his aim is sharper. why does he talk about ao’nung so much?

he's been your friend since you could swim, since the days when your only concerns were how many shells you could collect before the tide took them back. if there was something between him and kiri, you’d know. you would know.

it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but still, the ache remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore. she did not know how to explain it to herself, this strange ache in her heart, this tightening in her chest whenever she caught them together. it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but the feeling remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore.

she tried to distance herself, pulling back ever so slightly, hoping that if she gave them space, the feelings would go away. you start skipping out on lessons, declining evening swims, making excuses when the others invite you to visit the spirit tree. they notice, of course. tsireya asks if you are alright, but she’s used to you being like this sometimes, your emotions spilling over and pulling you under. even kiri watches you now, quiet, curious, like she can sense the shift but isn’t sure why it’s there. but the more she withdrew, the worse it became, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. it was an ugly feeling, one she was not used to.

it’s evening when you see them again, standing together, his head tilted toward her as they speak. your necklace, your work, hangs loosely around his neck. it’s the same necklace you made with your own hands, the shells still gleaming from the water you strung them from, a piece of yourself hanging against his skin. but now, as you watch them from a distance, that warmth you once felt curdles into something ugly, something jealous.

you wonder—no, you know he’d rather wear something of hers. something kiri made with her hands, something that spoke of their growing closeness for all to see. the thought gnaws at you, claws its way inside and twists, filling you with a venom you’ve never known. it sits bitter on your tongue, burning where you used to taste only sweetness. it’s foreign to you, this anger, this rage creeping through your veins. not usual, not like you at all, but it’s there now, coiling tighter with every glance he throws her way, every small smile you catch between them.

you should have let it go, laughed it off the way you used to with roxto, but you cannot. your heart’s too bruised, too tender, and it’s easier to fake acceptance than admit the pain sinking its claws into you. jealousy is an ugly thing. it tastes bitter, and it’s unfamiliar to you—this anger bubbling under your skin, sharp and venomous. and it’s aimed at him. the one person you thought you could never feel this way toward. but it is there, burning hot, and you hate it. you hate that he has made you feel this way, and worse you hate that he does not even know. so you decide to protect yourself. you let the anger harden into something cold, something you can work with.

so you decide, as you watch them together under the setting sun, that if you cannot have him, then maybe it is better to take back what you can. to preserve what little pride you have left. fine, you think. if he wants to drift away, then let him. you will take back what is yours before it is too late. you will pretend to support it, whatever is going on between him and kiri, and maybe in that faking, you can make him feel some of the hurt he has made you carry.

you go to him that night, basket in hand, your steps light but your heart heavy. you hadn’t seen roxto in days, avoiding the places you knew he’d be, keeping yourself scarce under various excuses, anything to keep your distance. but now, standing at his door, the weight of what you are about to do sits uncomfortably on your chest.

he greets you with a joyful smile, as if nothing has changed, as if your absence meant nothing. he doesn’t notice the tension in your jaw or the way your fingers curl too tightly around the basket’s handle. he is still your roxto. “yn, hello! where have you been loca?” he asks, joy in his voice, oblivious. “why are you avoiding me?”

his questions hang in the air between you, but you can’t meet his eyes. you don’t answer his question directly—don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you have been avoiding him, that you feel like vomiting everytime you see him with kiri.

you force a smile, and he knows it is insincere. “i have been busy,” you say, the words clipped, and even though you know it will hurt him.

“i need the jewelry back,” you say quietly, not looking up at him. “since you are spending so much time with kiri, you will need the space for when she makes you something.”

the joy slips from his face, replaced by confusion. “what? why would you want them back, you gifted them to me!”

your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep going, to keep the mask of indifference on. “you would not want to wear something another woman made when kiri starts making things for you,” you say, your voice hollow. you look up briefly, catching the hurt in his eyes, the way he flinches at your words. but you can’t stop now. it’s too late.

roxto’s brow furrows as he watches you, the lightness draining from his face. “what are you talking about?” he asks, stepping closer, his voice low but tinged with confusion. “why would i need space for—what do you mean, kiri making something for me?”

you feel your heart race, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “you know exactly what i mean, roxto,” you snap, louder than you intend. the words come sharp, cutting through the quiet of the evening. his family shifts where they sit, their gaze now fully on him, and you see the tension ripple through his shoulders. “just… give me back my things.”

he blinks, taken aback. “what—no, i don’t know what you mean.” his voice is still soft, trying to find his way through the sudden shift in your tone. “why are you saying this? why are you acting like this? we’ve been friends—”

“just give it back, roxto!” you cannot stand to hear him finish that sentence, because you know it will make you falter.

his eyes widen in surprise at your shout, the sudden impatience in your voice. he glances back at his family, noticing how they watch the two of you, then back to you, something like desperation creeping into his expression. “okay, okay,” he says quickly, lifting his hands in surrender, trying to calm the situation. “i will get the jewellery.”

there’s a pause, a long, painful silence, before roxto turns away, walking slowly back into the marui to wherever he kept your jewellery.

his family is there, watching, their eyes flicking between the two of you, confusion etched into their faces. it’s strange—strange to see him return something so personal, so full of meaning. but they don’t say anything, don’t ask the questions you can feel building in the air. they just watch in silence as roxto packs away the last of your gifts, his shoulders slumped, his usual brightness dimmed.

when he hands the basket back to you, his voice is quiet, a shadow of what it was before. “have a goodnight, yn”

oh, why’d he have to say it like that? like it mattered. like it still meant something. you nod then leave without a word, feet moving quicker than they need to, the weight of the basket tugging at your arm. the air feels tight, pressing in on you as you walk, the night too quiet. each step echoes louder than the last until you're back home in the warmth of your own family's home.

lying there, eyes wide open in the dark, you replay the moment over and over, the ache growing sharper. did you make the right choice? were you too hasty? you twist the thought around in your head, but each time it feels messier. whatever. this is for his own good, you tell yourself, staring up at the ceiling. he’ll be happier with kiri. she is quieter than you are, more graceful, and a million times more mature. he needs someone more grounded to compliment him. and that someone isn't you. you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the thought away, but it lingers, bitter and heavy in the back of your mind.

roxto stood there, watching her disappear into the night, his heart tight in his chest. she’d been different for weeks now. distant, closed off like she was somewhere else even when she stood beside him. no one had said anything, not tsireya, not ao’nung, and he didn’t know if he should ask. he’d meant to, really. but between the sullys arriving, lessons, and,, well, kiri he hadn’t found the time. now, after tonight, he wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk to him anymore.

he let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. roxto wasn’t one for confrontations, and he wasn’t exactly bold with his feelings either. but this? this felt different. it gnawed at him, made him restless. what did i do?

he couldn’t just leave it unattended like this. and so, he did what he always did when he couldn’t figure things out. he went to ao’nung. of all people.

the two boys lounged on a jagged rock jutting from the water, too far out from the village for it to be considered safe. both had crossbows in hand, halfheartedly waiting for fish to skim the surface. ao’nung stretched lazily, eyes half-closed against the midday sun, but roxto sat with his back hunched, fingers tracing the string of his bow, the words heavy in his mouth.

“ao’nung,” he started, hesitant, “have you noticed anything… strange about yn lately?”

ao’nung cracked open one eye, his tail flicking in mild irritation. “you just noticed?”

“she is mad at me,” his voice was small, like he was afraid to say it aloud.

ao’nung snorted, setting his crossbow down and leaning back against the rock. “no kidding. everyone can see that.”

roxto winced, looking down at the water, watching the ripples as he kicked his feet. “but why? i do not understand. i did not do anything.”

ao’nung snorted, rolling his eyes. “that is because you do not know anything about women. you are hopeless.”

“you are not helping,” roxto muttered, shoulders slumping. he felt ridiculous. maybe he was. his words stung, but there was a truth in them roxto couldn’t ignore.

ao’nung gave him a long look, then sighed, shaking his head. “think about it. when did she start acting weird?”

roxto thought back, his mind drifting over the weeks that had passed, trying to pin down the shift. “i do not know… maybe after the sullys arrived? around then, i guess.”

ao’nung smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “exactly.”

roxto frowned. “what do they have to do with this?”

“you are joking, right? you spend all your time with them. specifically, with kiri—ANOTHER woman.” ao’nung raised an eyebrow, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and you did not think yn might have a problem with that?”

roxto blinked. “should she? no! i mean, we’re all friends. why would she care?”

ao’nung slapped the back of his head. “because, idiot, she likes you.”

roxto froze, the words sinking in slow, like they didn’t make sense. “what? no, she… she doesn’t.” but even as he said it, something inside him twisted. something clicked.

ao’nung rolled his eyes. “yes, she does. trust me, i know.”

roxto was quiet for a moment, frowning as he stared down at the water. it didn’t add up, but… maybe it did? no, no, that cannot be it.

ao’nung continued, “because you have been parading around with kiri, you made everyone in the entire clan—including yn believe that you are into her.” he shook his head, annoyed. “seriously, you need to start paying attention.”

roxto’s mind spun, trying to piece it all together. “but i did not… i did not mean to—”

“yeah, well, intentions do not matter when you are that clueless.” ao’nung leaned back again. “you better figure it out soon, or you will lose her. and trust me, if you screw this up, she is not coming back.”

roxto’s stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant for that to happen. he never even considered… “so what do i do exactly?”

ao’nung shot him a look that said he was lucky to have even asked. “talk to her, obviously. tell her she is an idiot for thinking she is replaceable. and maybe stop talking about kiri every other sentence while you are at it.”

roxto winced. was he doing that?

he sat there, staring out at the endless stretch of water, the crossbow limp in his hands. he hadn’t seen it at all, not even a flicker of what you might have been feeling. but now, thinking back, it all clicked into place with a painful kind of clarity. he never thought about you being upset, jealous, even. did you really think he would replace you? he couldn’t imagine life without you in it, without your infectious enthusiasm and that grin you'd always flash him when you thought he was being silly.

roxto prided himself on being observant, on noticing the little things. maybe somewhere along the way, he'd gotten too busy. too caught up in lessons and in the newness of the sullys and the trouble they brought, to notice the subtle shift in your relationship. it hurt, knowing he’d missed something so important.

he thinks of the way you used to laugh—how easy it used to be. now, everything feels like glass, sharp and fragile, and he doesn’t know when it started to crack. but it has, and it’s his fault for not noticing sooner. for letting you drift while he stood still. his fingers run over the string of his crossbow, feeling the tension there, the quiet hum it makes, and he realizes—he misses you. more than he can explain. more than he should, maybe. and it hits him like a wave breaking at his feet. you’re not just his friend, are you?

roxto had never really thought about it before, but you had always been the center of things, the pull that kept him steady. now, without you, it was like the air had thinned—he couldn’t catch his breath. he’d always seen you like sunlight, slipping through cracks, too bright to look at directly. and now that you weren't there, the spaces she used to fill felt raw, sharp around the edges, like the world itself had dulled. how had he not noticed that before? he was in love with you.

all he could think about throughout the rest of the day were the memories he kept tucked away, the ones he wrapped in quiet, secret ribbons just for him. he remembered the way his pulse would pick up when you'd tuck your hair over your shoulder, how he'd straighten his back, try to sound more confident, whenever she turned his way. like that night by the reef just him and you, long after the others had gone back. the moon caught in your eyes, and he thought this is what people sing about. he told himself it was nothing—just his nerves—but it stuck to him.

maybe he'd been in love with you since before he even knew what love was, and now it was too late to pretend he was not.

he has to fix this. no more waiting, no more wondering. he’ll find you, talk to you. say all the things he should’ve said weeks ago.

you’re stuck on babysitting duty, watching your little brother chase after the colorful fish darting through the shallows while the sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant strokes of orange and pink. it’s not what you’d planned for your day, but instead, you’re knee-deep in the sand, half-heartedly shooing away a group of noisy kids who think your brother is the perfect playmate, while all you can think about is how much you’d rather be anywhere else.

then, just as you’re considering dragging your brother home, you spot roxto in the distance, silhouetted against the light. he’s been looking for you and you dreaded being found. rush of heat floods your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and envy, and without thinking, you duck behind the nearest rock formation, heart racing. you can’t let him see you like this, can’t let him witness the way your heart sinks at the sight of him with her. so you crouch low, desperate for the ground to swallow you up as you watch them through the slivers of light, feeling both drawn to him and repelled by the creeping jealousy that gnaws at your insides.

roxto finds you quicker than you’d hoped, right when you thought you’d found the perfect hiding spot. you’re crouched beneath the jagged rock formation, pressed against the cool stone. his wide eyes mirror your own nervous energy, though he doesn’t fully understand why you’re hiding. you’ve barely explained it to yourself. you swallow the lump in your throat and murmur to him, “just tell him i qm not here, okay? do not look at me, just say it.” he nods, earnest and serious as if this is part of some grand game, his little shoulders squared like he’s on a mission.

the shadow that falls over the rocks sends a shiver through you. there’s roxto, standing just a few feet away, his familiar silhouette against the last stretch of evening light. your brother scrambles to his feet, hands on his hips like he’s proud to be delivering this very important message. “she told me to tell you she ks not here,” he says, all too pleased with himself.

there’s a long silence. long enough that you think roxto might actually leave, might actually accept your weak excuse and let you sit in the safety of your little cave, but then you hear him sigh. the kind of exhale that says really?

“you know i can see you, right?”

your stomach twists, and you stay still, hoping the ground might just swallow you whole. he steps closer, ducking his head slightly as if to peer under the rock, and when you glance up, his eyes are already on you, soft and confused.

“come on, yn. talk to me.”

you don’t move, your arms still wrapped tight around your knees. he always finds you. you should have known better. “i do not have anything to say to you.”

he crouches beside you, and the look on his face is enough to make you want to scream. he looks worried, gentle, like he has no idea why this is happening. and maybe he doesn’t. of course, he doesn’t.

“you have been avoiding me,” he says, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “ao'nung says you are jealous of kiri.”

you press your forehead against your knees, trying to swallow the frustration that’s rising up your throat. how could he not see it? it’s all been so obvious. the way he looks at her, the way he gravitates toward her during lessons, the way you’ve started to feel like an afterthought. but instead of answering, instead of explaining yourself like you should, you lash out, words coming before you can stop them.

“why should i be jealous of the forest girl?” the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. they hang in the air between you, sharp and bitter, and when you finally lift your head, roxto’s face has fallen, eyes wide in shock.

“yn,” he breathes, like you’ve slapped him. like he can’t believe what you’ve just said.

“i did not mean that,” you mutter, ashamed, the guilt settling in your chest like a rock. you’ve never spoken to him like that before. never said anything so cruel. it isn’t like you, but jealousy has made you into something you don’t recognize. something venomous, something ugly.

roxto stares at you, still crouched beside the rock, and the hurt in his eyes makes your chest ache even more. “you know i do not care about her like that,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “kiri is just… she is just a friend.”

a friend. just a friend. but it doesn’t feel like that, not when you see how easily they get along, how effortlessly they share smiles and looks you can’t decode. and yet, as he sits beside you now, earnest and so full of concern, you start to feel ridiculous for doubting him. he’s always been yours—yours in that way friendships are built, brick by brick, over years of laughter and trust. but now, you can’t shake the feeling that something is slipping away, something you hadn’t even realized you were holding so tightly until you started to lose it.

“it does not feel that way,” you admit quietly, your voice cracking in the way it does when you’re on the edge of tears. you’re tired of holding it all in, tired of pretending like you’re fine. “it feels like… everything is different now.”

he doesn’t answer right away, and you can tell he’s trying to make sense of what you’ve said, trying to understand without fully grasping the depth of your pain. his gaze softens, but he looks unsure, fumbling for the right words. “nothing has changed,” he says eventually, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you.

but it has changed. it’s there, in the way his focus has shifted, the way he talks about kiri—about her quick mind, her sharp instincts, the way she fits in so easily with everyone. and you hate that it makes you feel so small, so unwanted. and what if he does care about her? what if you’re just another friend to him, no different from anyone else?

before he can say more, you hear your parents calling from the shore, their voices carrying over the water, and your brother perks up, already darting toward the sound. “yn!” they call again, louder this time, and you know you don’t have much time left.

you stand abruptly, brushing off the sand and dirt from your legs, and roxto rises with you, watching you with those eyes, that familiar warmth. “i am sorry,” you blurt out, almost tripping over the words. “i will talk to you tomorrow, i promise.”

and then, without thinking, you step toward him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. he stiffens for a second, surprised, but then his arms come up to hold you, a hesitant warmth that you know all too well. you press your face into his chest for a moment, breathing him in, the familiar scent of saltwater and earth grounding you.

when you pull away, his expression is a mixture of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place. “goodbye,” you whisper, offering a small, tired smile.

and with that, you turn and walk toward the shore, your feet sinking into the cool sand, heart heavy with the weight of what you didn’t say. every step feels harder than the last, like you’re leaving something important behind, but you don’t look back.

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Day 3 - Favorite Dynamic

Fuuko and Tatiana! I wanted to put a spotlight them for today since it feels like their friendship’s underrepresented online. Tati is Fuuko’s most significant friend within the Union next to Andy, and Fuuko being Tati’s next to Billy saves her from going with him to Under. It doesn’t always feel like much narrative weight is put into female friendships in the biggest Jump stories, so I gotta appreciate when the effort’s made, especially in a romance-heavy series like this.

other underrated dynamic i like. them. sometimes it takes a lil green guy to activate someone’s Big Bro Instincts