#there was one thai place and i didn't trust it

[the-average-procrastinator]

catch me scarfing down overpriced airport bao after spending 10 days in a teeny town with hardly any decent food and the one okay restaurant is just burgers/pizzas/sandwiches

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

Let's talk food in episode 3 because it once again showcased how Joke is using food to communicate (and how Zo is now beginning to reciprocate)!

So the restaurant date scene starts with Zo already out of his comfort zone, having picked a restaurant he's never been to before and where he's never tried the food. Joke immediately picks up that Zo is struggling with the menu and doesn't know what to eat:

This leads then leads to Joke, who is familiar with the restaurant, ordering for him:

Now first off, I want to acknowledge that initially this feels like a scene we've seen in countless romance films and dramas; the rich and confident lead ordering for their timid and starstruck partner in a show of (normally masculine) competence (and control). Been there, done that, get with the times.

That being said, this scene reads a differently when considered within the context of how Hidden Agenda has been using food both as a way for Joke to communicate with Zo (challenging his fixed mindset and opening him up to new experiences) as well as a metaphor for Zo's journey of queer self discovery.

This scene scene doesn't stand in isolation but rather fits within a specific timeline of prior food-related scenes. It's not just Joke ordering for Zo because he has the upper hand and he can, it's Joke, having spent the past 3 episodes persuading Zo to try new food (and new things) continuing that trajectory and unspoken dialogie. It's also him realising that Zo is now pushing himself to try new things of his own volition, that he wants to try new things but that he still needs a little help along the way.

Zo is happy that Joke ordered for the both of them, he doesn't even protest (or pretend to protest) like he did previously but instead just seems relieved that someone has taken the burden of choice (temporarily) off his shoulders.

In terms of the "new food as a metaphor for queer self-discovery" this would be the equivalent of a closeted/questioning queer person taking the leap and taking their queer friend to a clubbing area with both straight and queer bars but not quite being ready to openly make the choice of which one they want to go in to and having their friend give them the gentle nudge of pointing to the queer bar and saying "let's go in that one".

It's also very interesting that the restaurant scene coincides with the episode (in fact the exact part) in which So begins to realise his heart races when he's with Joke (but not with Nita).

Again Zo's journey with food and Zo's journey with his sexuality track on to one another as parallels. Joke's love language is working and Zo is now beginning to open up, willingly, happily, nervously, to new experiences both in terms of the food he eats and romantically.

So now Zo is beginning to try new things, what's next for him on his food journey?

Well, if the series continues to mirror Zo's romantic and interior journey with his food journey, what we should begin to see as the series progresses and Zo becomes more aware of his feelings and begins to explore them, is him also becoming increasingly adventurous with his choices of where and what he eats, requiring less and less support to try new things for himself until he reaches the point where he doesn't need any prompting at all.

I'm even going to go out on a limb and make a prediction here: at some point towards the culmination of the show we're going to get a reverse of this scene. Zo will pick and order food for Joke as a representation of how far he has come and how much their relationship has changed.

Will I be correct? Only time will tell but, for now, I'm looking forward to enjoying the journey (and the food) along the way.

Joke is a Fresh Spring Roll (and Zo is a Picky Eater)

So it seems that Hidden Agenda has decided to play with it's food....

As an audience, the first thing we learn about Zo is that he likes to play it safe. He absolutely hates being taken out of his comfort zone and will seek out the familiar when and where he can. Case in point: he's had a crush on Nita for YEARS and he can barely bring himself to walk past her when they're in the same room.

It also seems like his desire to play it safe also extends to his food; he has a set dish - basil chicken with fried egg over rice with no basil - and a set drink - chrysanthemum tea - and he has absolutely no interest in deviating from them. He knows that he likes those two things, so that's what he'll have and it's what he'll continue having until the end of time if he has it his way.

Unfortunately for Zo, however, Joke has other plans.

Almost as soon as they start spending time together, Joke is on a mission to expand Zo's taste buds, get him to try new things, and challenge his ideas of what he likes. It starts as early as sealing their pact with the Roselle juice (which Zo does not like), then carries over into their dinner at the Vietnamese restaurant (which Zo makes a show of not enjoying), and then on into their second dinner date.

Joke is constantly trying to get Zo to try new things and will even go so far as to make their deal of him helping win over Nita rest on wether or not Zo will try his food:

Joke is trying to use food to open Zo up to trying new things that he doesn't think he likes.

Just like with his basil chicken and rice, Zo has never considered other options on the romance menu and Joke is well aware of this. From what we've seen so far, Zo has never considered liking anyone other than Nita, no matter how unsuccessful his suit is. Further more, it doesn't seem like it's ever crossed Zo's mind to consider men as romantic interests and even if he has, he's definitely never seen Joke as anything more than someone who annoys the heck out of him....

And because of Zo's very closed and risk-averse mindset, this in unlikely to change on it's own.

So Joke is wooing him with food, new food to be precise. Using their little dinner dates, Joke seems to be trying to (very gently) get Zo used to trying new things, to going out of his comfort zone and to becoming open to the idea that what he thought he liked (basil chicken and Nita) aren't necessarily the only things he likes and that maybe he likes other things more (fresh spring rolls and Joke).

And the thing is, it's working.

Zo may not have liked the Roselle juice but even with all the fuss he put up in the restaurant about eating the spring rolls, he still liked them enough to want to order them alongside his chicken at the lunch stand and when Joke said he'd feed him the macaroni, Zo eventually gives in by (albeit fake grudgingly) going to try it himself.

Joke's love language is apparently food and what he's currently telling Zo is "You're a picky eater and I'm a spring roll but maybe (just maybe), if you try me, you'll like me"

[Also a side note but using the act of trying new food to represent (and act as a prelude to) the journey of queer self discovery is pretty darn cute and while I'm not expecting anything overly deep or groundbreaking from this show I am definitely here for it]

[doki-doki-imagines]

Fluff alphabet feat Tomas Vrbada

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? Tomas likes to watch films together with his partner. Usually, he enjoys action movies that aren't too heavy on the gore side, but he will watch sappy movies too; the more cliché there are, the better it is. His kid self would cringe at the film he watches now, but Tomas grew up and embraced that side better. If you sneak a kiss in between the film, he'll gladly accept it (even if he is often the one doing the first step)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Tomas is down bad. When he is in love, he can't find anything bad in his partner. Probably, he admires how you always have the right words to lift his spirit or how supportive you are. Also, Tomas appreciates your hands, for sure softer and smaller than his ones. He often finds himself kissing the palm of your hand.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? Tomas has a steady mind. He isn't born with it, but he had to develop if you wanted to survive the Lin Kuei harsh rules. He isn't really good at supporting you during those times, but he wants you to learn the same tricks that helped him survive, so next time something bad happens, you won't feel that bad.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? Tomas would love to retire and have a happy family. He doesn't desire fame and glory, but a quiet life with people he cherishes, possibly not too far away from Shirai Ryu tho.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? Tomas is rather passive because he doesn't want to have arguments with his special one, but he can get stubborn on certain points and won't back down easily. In those cases, you can try to show him your view on the matter, but he often doesn't change his mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? To get Tomas angry, his partner must have done something that hurt him deep. He may forgive, but for sure, he won't forget.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? He is! Tomas reaction may be a bit over the top, so there are times when you think he is joking, but he isn't! He is just overjoyed that someone used their time to do something for him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? Yeah, Tomas tries to keep his job as secret as he can. Yeah, you know he is a ninja and all of that, but you'll never know anything about his missions in particular, at maximum where he is going.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? Not change. Tomas is just more relaxed and overall happy. His partner probably learnt how to deal with dangerous situations and emotions better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? Tomas has extreme trust in his partner. It's all the other people that worry him! He won't say a word to you, but when the green monster eats him inside and fog his brain, one of his hand always find its place on your lower back, squeezing your hips enough to keep you close to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Good...let's say he has the right spirit! Tomas will gladly improve and mould his skill to his partner preference. That doesn't mean he always has the mind to kiss at his best. The first kiss was unexpected, a mission thay went well and a flurry of little pecks all over your face till his lips found yours; that for sure didn't turn out to be just a little peck.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? It's all of a sudden, like when you rip the band-aid off in a single movement, plus it is at an unexpected moment, not romantic at all. Probably he brang something you both like and Tomas go "You know what else I like? You." and then just go on with his day. He is dying inside, tho, so pls tell him about your feelings; as cute as he is when blushing, it's best to avoid an aneurism.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? Oh, Tomas would love to marry his special one. He'll totally be soft, proposing in the intimacy of your shared room. The marriage wouldn't be too extravagant, but he'd like to invite as many friends as possible.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? Honey, darling, baby.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Tomas has a smile plastered on his face every time his crush gets close to him; and with close to him, I mean on the other side of the camp. He always tries to lean towards your body, just feeling the heath of your body makes his heart do triple jumps. Tomas would like to be more sneaky, but honestly, everyone knows about his crush on you; yourselves included. Better to tell him immediately how you feel about him, so he won't embarrass himself too much with his colleagues.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? Tomas doesn't like kissing in public, but will for sure brag about his partner with others, even more if he is tipsy; Tomas just won't stop babbling about you. For sure, your relationship isn't a secret.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. He can tell your feelings just by looking into your eyes. For sure, Tomas will understand you easier, but it also means that it's hard to keep secrets with him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? He likes cliché, exactly the same kinds that appear in the film you watch together. Don't expect Tomas to be creative, tho! That isn't his strong suit.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? Absolutely yes! Not only Tomas will be really supportive, but he'll gladly give you a hand if you need more than encouraging words to reach your goal.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Tomas prefers routine, it is more comfortable and makes you both overall happy. Doesn't mind if you want to spice up the relationship, but you'll have to make the first step.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Extremely good, maybe too good, as I said before. Not too much empathetic, tho. He understands how his partner feels, but doesn't mean he will feel the same way you do.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? Really important, but not more than Shirai Ryu. Tomas has a mission, a goal that won't let go no matter how much he loves his partner

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. He likes to kiss your fingers, delicate butterfly ones, maybe while you're in bed together cuddling.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Yes, but just behind closed doors. Tomas' hands never leave your body, and his lips always find peace on your skin. Not all cuddles end up in sex, but...he wouldn't be opposed to that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? He likes to watch photos of you two together or just yours. It's not unusual for his head to wander in dangerous places.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? It depends, does it hurt you or him? Then he won't do it. Will it be a danger for Shirai Ryu? Absolutely won't do it. Is it something that doesn't do any damage to his "safe paradise"? Tomas will gladly do that.

[f1letters]

labyrinth | aa23

"uh-oh, I'm falling in love, oh no, I'm falling in love again"

summary: it's safe to say she wasn't expecting to fall in love so quickly after just ending a five-year relationship, but alex albon was just everything she needed without even realizing it

warning: overall fluff with a little hint of angst, rom-com vibes, brother's best friend, recent breakup, mentions of falling out of love with someone, reader's ex has a name (Harry), mentions of Alex breaking his collarbone when he was cycling with George (I still remember laughing so hard when I read about this lol), reader completely clueless that her feelings are reciprocated, big romantic gesture in the end, swearing

pairing: alex albon x russell!reader

word count: 3.9k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

living for the rom-com content this week! haha, I hope everyone enjoys their daily dose of sweet, fluffy, perfect alex because he owns my heart and I'm always a sucker for the brother's best friend trope! haha

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"It only hurts this much right now"

Was what I was thinkin' the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

Having the painful realization that you fell out of love with someone you still adore immensely feels almost like losing touch with reality for a moment.

All of a sudden, your entire life changes.

You find yourself loving old memories more than the opportunity to create new ones. 

You feel afraid of leaving all the plans and all the dreams you spoke of fulfilling behind.

You realize you're trapped in the past, stuck in the old idea you still have preciously stored in your head of how they used to be.

Y/N felt like she was losing a part of herself now that Harry was gone.

It was five years together after all. Five years of ups and downs, of laughter and tears, of happiness and anger, of dreams and nightmares.

But as much as she tried to find the butterflies she felt at the beginning in every detail of him, when the young woman looked at her long-time partner she could only see traces of what they once were.

Stupidly, it hurt more that they'd broken up on nice terms. Maybe if they'd had a dramatic, fiery ending she'd have had an easier time moving on.

But fuck, he was still one of the best people she'd ever met. Things just weren't working anymore and their paths didn't seem to align anymore.

Y/N was more than convinced that she would be getting over him her whole life.

At that point, her only source of sanity was her brother's unconditional support. Well... Sanity might have been a strong term.

George had become a true helicopter brother, constantly glued to her side, even if it meant dragging her around the world with him.

It had been a month since Y/N and Harry had been separated and the girl had managed to cross three continents in that time. What a fancy way to deal with heartbreak.

But in one of the few moments when the younger Russell managed to escape her sibling's watchful eyes, Y/N found herself with tears in her eyes, her heart shattered on the floor and her head spinning.

As much as she tried to suppress the sobs that were coming out of her mouth, her cries did not go unnoticed by the attentive ears of the Thai driver who passed by the Mercedes motorhome on his way to visit his best friend.

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Taking a detour from his previously planned route, Alex carefully approached the crying girl, placing a hand on her forearm which made her turn towards him abruptly.

He felt a tightness in his chest as soon as he saw her smudged, red eyes. "Hey little Russ, are you okay?"

Y/N quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her black long sleeve, putting on a forced smile. "Alex, hey! Oh, it's nothing, I'm okay. Don't worry."

"You were always a terrible liar, you know that?" The boy leaned against the wall, his eyes still fixed on hers. "You can talk to me, Y/N. I promise I'll take your secrets to the grave. Scout's honour!"

The young woman laughed. She knew that the driver was someone she could trust. After all, he had been a constant presence in her life for many years now through George, even if she was never that close to him.

"It's so... Stupid, I feel ridiculous." She confessed, looking up at the open sky and letting out a sad sigh. "Harry is seeing someone new."

"Harry as in your bore of an ex Harry?" She rolled her eyes but nodded yes. "Damn, already? Do you think... Do you think he was already seeing her before you split?"

"No, he wouldn't." The girl spoke. "The thing is neither of us was happy in that relationship, and I know we made the right choice, but... It doesn't hurt any less to see the person who was with you for years move on."

Not knowing exactly what moved him to do so, Alex let his hand run along her soft hair in an act of comfort. Y/N found herself feeling a familiar feeling in her stomach, although she wasn't sure what it was.

"Look, don't waste your time dwelling on that." The driver said as he continued to play with the ends of her locks. "I'm sure that someday he won't be more than a distant memory and that you have a bright future waiting for you with someone who makes you feel like the best version of yourself."

"Alex Albon, what an amazing motivational speech, who knew you were so poetic!" She made him laugh and then hugged him from the side, resting her face on his arm. "But really, thank you. I needed this."

"Anytime, little Russ." He rested his face on the top of her head momentarily, only to push away almost immediately. "So, ready to see your brother get his ass kicked today?"

Y/N felt her palms sweat as she walked next to the boy on their way to her brother, still confused about the sudden effect Thai had on her.

It's just a moment of weakness, it won't last, she tried to convince herself, he's your brother's best friend for God's sake.

Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

Oh, I'm fallin' in love

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

From that moment on, and for some reason mysterious to both of them, they seemed to seek each other out whenever the occasion presented itself.

Y/N would purposefully extend her path to Mercedes on race days in hopes of passing Alex by Williams to wish him luck.

And boy, if Alex didn't make an effort to spend as much time outside the motorhome as possible praying that the girl who he couldn't get out of his head would show up, even if she always had George next to her.

In the middle of all their yearning, the two had started an unspoken tradition during the weeks that followed, which made them feel all warm and fuzzy inside in true puppy love fashion.

On another Sunday like all the others, Alex was lost in conversation with Lando in front of his team's motorhome when - to his shock - he saw the girl about to pass by him... Alone?

Leaving his friend behind with just a few words and a confused look on the British driver's face, Alex hurried over to her, putting his arm around the girl's shoulders.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here? A rare sight of Y/N without her bodyguard?" He spoke with a mischievous smirk.

"Yeah, looks like I got left behind today." Y/N chuckled, eyes twinkling in his direction.

"I never seem to get you alone around these parts. Is Georgie really that controlling?" Alex laughed, knowing full well that his friend had always been very protective of his sister. 

Yikes, if he only knew the way his best friend thought about her now.

"So you wanted to get me alone, unh?" Y/N teased the man, without controlling the flirtatious energy with which her question came out of her mouth.

Alex was taken aback but didn't hesitate to respond with the same tone. "And what if I wanted to?"

"Didn't know you were such a flirt, Albon!" She said, teasingly. "My brother, on the other hand, might not be very happy that his best friend is trying to make a move on his baby sister." The girl stated with a serious look, although her mouth still revealed a smirk.

"He doesn't need to know." The driver said as he started walking back to the building, but not before turning to her again and speaking. "If you don't have plans tonight, let's do something. What do you say?"

"I'll think about it." She said, grinning from ear to ear. "Good luck, lover boy."

Uh-oh, I'm falling in love, she realized as her heart pounded in her chest.

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

Y/N really thought of not going. 

It would've spared her the inevitable heartbreak she was going to go through when her brother eventually found out that she had feelings for Alex.

But on the spur of the moment, the young woman chose to worry about her fears later and take her chances, as she stormed out of her hotel room towards the driver's.

Y/N knocked on his door nervously and it only took a few seconds for Alex to show up, with only his shorts on, his hair dishevelled and his toned chest on full display.

"Y/N, you came," he said, an obviously surprised look on his face. "I thought you had bailed."

Oh great, he has someone in there with him, she thought as soon as she saw the strands of his golden hair all tousled. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had company. I'm going to g-"

"What?" He asked lost until he realized the state he was in. "Oh no, no, no! I ended up falling asleep when I realized you weren't com- Or rather when I thought you weren't coming. Please, come in."

The girl entered the room, studying her surroundings while Alex put on a sweatshirt.

"I honestly had lost all hope that you were going to show up," He chuckled timidly. "But I'm so glad you proved me wrong."

After some discussion, the two ended up settling on ordering room service and rewatching The Office - obsessed with the show they had seen it dozens of times over the years - while they ate their late dinner sitting on his giant bed and talked to each other about everything.

"Why did you guys go cycling into the middle of the forest... If the brakes on the fucking bike didn't work?" Tears were now streaming down the girl's eyes, she was laughing so hard at the story Alex was telling her.

"Hey, stop laughing! I broke my collarbone!" The driver already felt stomach pains from laughing so hard and he pushed her until she fell backwards onto the mattress. "And you should know I saved your brother's ass! I gave him the good bike and that's how the universe thanked me!"

"Stop, stop!" She remained laying on the bed, arms hugging her stomach. "I can't laugh anymore or I swear I'll pass out."

Lying down next to her, Alex looked at the girl with passionate eyes. "I'm glad me breaking a bone at least made you break a smile."

At that moment, lost in his gaze, Y/N knew she was in too deep and there was no way back.

You know how much I hate

That everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Now that the two had already crossed the line and they had spent time one on one, the two friends - or so they liked to call themselves, their feelings still hidden from both parties - were inseparable.

Whenever they could they found themselves together: whether it was within four walls late at night just enjoying each other's company, or exploring cities around the world after getting rid of George with a lame excuse.

So, when Y/N received a message from the driver inviting her to dinner, she wasn't surprised or questioned anything.

It was at a restaurant where the two had already been several times in Monaco along with other friends, so the girl just assumed that the same would happen this time around too.

However, hours later, when she questioned George about his plans for that evening - convinced that her question would spark a debate about rides to the restaurant - the words that came out of his mouth quickly made her realize that she had the wrong idea all along.

"I'll probably just stay home and play with the boys. Well, other than Alex, apparently he has a hot date today with some girl he's been all mysterious about."

A d- d- date. Was this supposed to be a date?!

"Oh." She felt her face go white in shock, something that thankfully went unnoticed by her brother as he was glued to his phone. "I- I'll be right back."

The girl ran upstairs to her room and grabbed her cell phone to reread Alex's message.

From: lover boy

what do you think about dinner with your favourite guy tonight at blue bay, 7pm? 👀 

All of a sudden, her palms got sweaty, her heart rate started to increase, and she started to feel apprehensive.

Of course, she had already come to terms with the fact that she had feelings for him but him liking her back?

Surely it was nothing more than a misunderstanding and tonight was nothing more than a dinner between friends.

Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

Oh, I'm fallin' in love

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

The hours passed and she found herself dolled up in a simple long blue dress on her way to where Alex was waiting for her completely alone and more beautiful than ever.

It was a date, there was no question about it.

Alex held out his hand for her to help her out of the taxi and kept it in Y/N's as he looked at her in astonishment. "Jesus, you- You look... Incredible. Fucking incredible really. Shall we go in, little Russ?"

With the simple use of the nickname he always used, Y/N closed herself within her walls as she remembered how wrong she was for going after Alex on her brother's back.

And with that remembrance alone, the date was already ruined before it even started.

For a couple of hours, the two sat at a glamorous table making small, forced talk. Even Alex gave up trying to keep the conversation going when he realized she wasn't feeling it.

The driver felt like the dumbest person on the planet at that moment: not only had he broken his best friend's trust, but he had done it just to have his heart broken in the end.

The silence continued on the ride home, with Alex offering to drive her back like a true gentleman even after the whole dinner fiasco. After a few torturous minutes, he stopped the car and she put her hand on the door handle so fast his heart only shattered more.

"Well, thanks for dinner." She said, her eyes glued to her lap afraid to face him. "I- I'll see you soon, good night."

Alex saw her get out of his Mercedes but unable to accept that this was it, the driver jumped out of the driver's seat towards her. "Wait!"

The girl turned back, coming face to face with the dishevelled image of the boy rushing towards her.

"What went wrong tonight?" Alex asked distraught, letting his hand run through his hair. "I thought I was pretty clear that I cared a lot about you. Hell, I thought you felt the same way. Did I misunderstand things between us that badly all these months we spent together?"

Oh no, I'm falling in love again, she thought to herself and dread filled her from top to bottom like a shiver.

"I'm sorry, Alex," She said, still unable to look at him, especially now that tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. "But I just can't do this right now."

And without even answering, Alex simply walked away.

Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

Oh, I'm fallin' in love

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

After spending months on end talking every day, it all became radio silent.

Y/N couldn't help but blame herself for ending up hurt. He'd put his heart on the line and confronted the undeniable feelings between them, only for her to let fear drive her and ruin everything.

She was the only one responsible for the sudden lump she felt in her throat, for the heaviness of her heart and for the wave of sadness that hit her.

It only got worse when a week later she saw his misery-written face on yet another race weekend, as she got choked with tears, thanks to the painful distance now set between them.

One week turned into two and those feelings of hopelessness and melancholy were still in the air, something that did not escape George's watchful eye.

Taking his place on the sofa next to the girl wrapped in a blanket drinking tea, the elder Russell sat down without much care and let out an exhausted sigh.

"Crikey, what's up with everyone? I swear you've all been in a bad mood lately." He said, without getting a response back. "Did you and Alex plan to get all depressed together or something? Jesus."

The girl gulped at 'her and Alex' and 'together' being in the same sentence, as she tried to keep her concentration on the movie that was on TV.

"He's been all upset since he went on that date I told you about. Apparently, it was a complete failure and now I'll never know who the girl was." George laughed, shaking his head. "I never understood the secrecy. It's not like he went out with you or som-"

Unconsciously, Y/N turned her face towards the large glass window embarrassed but quickly realized that her reaction had given her away.

"Oh, my God," George spoke slowly, trying to accept what he had just realized. "It was you?"

"It doesn't matter now." She finally seemed to get her voice back. "It was a silly decision but it's over anyways."

"What happened?"

"It's over, I told you. I never should have even developed feelings for him." Y/N looked into her brother's eyes, tears forming. "I knew he was your best friend and I still didn't put a stop to things. I'm so so sorry, G."

"Y/N…" The driver leaned against the back of the sofa and brought his hand to his forehead. "Please tell me you didn't break his heart because you thought I would be bothered by you guys going out."

Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

Oh, I'm fallin' in love

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

"Just now you were saying the only reason he should hide a date is if he was going to go out with me!" The girl's voice rose. "Of course, I had to put a stop to it before things went too far!"

"I said it was the only reason he WOULDN'T tell me, not that he SHOULD hide it!" Her brother screamed along with her.

The two sat silently contemplating each other's words until George spoke. "Little sis, I'm sorry to break it to you but I think things have gone too far just by looking at your broken faces these past days."

Oh, he's right, I'm definitely falling in love, she finally accepted.

"Alex is one of the best people I know and I trust him with my life. I couldn't ask for a better person to be by my sister's side if you guys love each other." The man said, his hands resting on each of her shoulders. "Go for it and get him back."

Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

Oh, I'm fallin' in love

Speeding as if her life depended on it, Y/N reached the house of the boy who had her heart and knocked incessantly on his door.

"Calm down, who the f-" Alex opened the door, ready to argue with the person on the other side until he realized it was her. "Y/N."

"Before you send me away, please listen to what I have to say." Y/N pleaded while Alex observed the girl. 

She was in his doorway, still wearing her pyjamas, fluffy pink slippers on her feet, with a beanie and a scarf that she at least remembered to grab on her way out or she wouldn't have survived the cold.

"I was a complete idiot for letting you go that night. What I should have done was run after you, begged for a second chance and told you that I'm falling for you and have been since the day you found me crying in the back of that motorhome."

"I was at my worst and you still managed to put me back together and turn it right around. You are literally the man of my dreams. You have everything I want and need in a partner, and I never should have let this drag on for so long in the first place. So please, give me a chance to show you how happy and great we can be together."

The two seemed frozen at the moment, with their hearts on their sleeves and eyes filled with love and hope for a happy ending, until they heard someone from inside the house clearing their throat.

Turning to face his living room, Y/N now noticed the group of drivers - and unfortunately friends of her brother as well - with sly smiles on their faces. "Oh God, please kill me now."

"It was quite the speech, Russell, but maybe we should go." Lando spoke, grinning at the girl, as he, Charles, Pierre and Carlos left the apartment.

"I will never show my face in the paddock again." She said to Alex, covering her face with her hands.

The Thai affectionately removed her hands, intertwining them with his, and approached her, with a smile the size of the world. "I don't know. I agree with Lando, it was quite the speech indeed."

Without thinking twice, and before he could change his mind, Y/N placed her lips on his in a kiss that both of them had been craving for months.

And the moment their mouths met, they both discovered what it was like to feel that one person was their home.

"What about George?" Alex questioned, pulling away slightly from her.

"He almost pushed me out of the house to come here and make things right." The girl laughed, circling the tall boy's waist with her arms.

"Well, little Russ, looks like I'm going to have to buy Georgie dinner as a 'thank you'." He chuckled, grateful for his best friend. "Or should I say, my future brother-in-law?"

"Calm down, lover boy. I've been here for a few minutes." They laughed together, wrapped up in each other. "We have all the time in the world to think about the future."

Sometimes it only takes one painful heartbreak to help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Matt x Fem!Reader she’s an ex-black widow, they’re on their first date after admitting they have feelings for each other and she’s freaking out because she’s never been on a date or in a relationship and has never been in love until she met Matt. He can tell she’s nervous and scared so he keeps reassuring her and they have their first kiss at end.🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii!! I love this sm omg, so cute ugh! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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worth the wait

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 897

kinda imagined the location for matt and karens date, now just realised after writing that ^^ i unintentionally kinda copied a bit of the storyline (fuck?!😀)

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As an ex-black widow, you've never had many opportunities to be human. Since the destruction of the Red Room all those years ago, you've been on a personal quest for happiness. And happiness's name just so happened to be called Matthew Murdock.

You haven't long professed your shared feelings, so things were still very new and terrifying. 

Matt's a great guy; that's not the issue. It was you. 

Since you've been a widow your whole life, you never got to experience things you should have. You've never been on an actual date or even dated someone, for that matter. 

You've never received spontaneous flowers or an 'I miss you' text that wakes you in the middle of the night. You've never had one of those cutesy dates you've always dreamed of- the kind you see in the movies, where you walk hand in hand down the beach at night. You've had no more than a few unrequited encounters, so things with Matt were a big deal to you. 

It was daunting to date someone as special as him, and you were scared of blowing it.

"Where'd you go?" Matt asks from opposite you, slipping his hand into yours above the table.

"Nowhere," you smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

"Mhm, okay," he grins, his eyes playfully squinting. He could tell something was bothering you and playing on your mind, but he didn't want to press the matter- not yet, anyway. "You're doing great," Matt reassures, squeezing your hand as if to comfort you.

He knew you were new to the dating game, so he didn't want to rush or overwhelm you. He wanted to take his time with you. To allow time for you to adjust, to get used to it. He wanted to show you your worth and how you're supposed to be treated by someone, despite your troubled past. 

You knew all about Matt's upbringing, as he did yours. You knew these somewhat violent and graphic details about each other, and in some weird miracle, it didn't make the other want to run for hills. 

"I feel like I'm messing this up," you chuckle, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"No," he shakes his head. "Absolutely not. You're doing great."

"I dunno,"

"You are sweetheart, trust me," he nods assuringly, playing with your fingers clasped around his.

As this was your first date with Matt, you were a big bundle of nerves and butterflies. It wasn't the company that scared you. It was because you were in such a fancy restaurant and constantly worried about saying the wrong thing.

"Hey, here's an idea," he starts, a soft smile lining his lips. "Let's go somewhere else."

"Why? What do you mean?" you ask, head cocking to the side.

He picks up your hand and brings it to his lips, pecking a kiss on the back of it. "I can tell this place is making you uneasy— and I don't want that," Matt shakes his head as if he's emphasising his point. "We can go someplace else, anywhere else."

"But we just got here— and you got the reservation and everything. I don't wanna be—"

"Not at all," he interrupts, smiling sweetly. "I think I'd prefer Thai food anyway."

You knew he only said that to avoid hurting your feelings, but it's a special gesture and one that didn't go unnoticed.

On the way back, you and Matt stopped by his favourite local Thai restaurant. As it was a much more casual setting, you felt like you could finally relax and enjoy your date with him. And you did.

...

After an hour or two of chatting and sharing dishes, Matt walked you back to yours. Your arm wrapped around his as you continue your juvenile conversation from earlier, heartily laughing as you make your way down the late-night street.

"This is me— that was stupid," you chuckle, shaking your head. "That's what they say in movies— it's— it's dumb."

"No, I thought it was cute," he smiles, slowly spinning you around to face him. "It was cute," he says again, reassuring you of self-deprecation.

Matt takes a small step towards you, slipping one hand to cup your cheek. "I had a good night," he grins, speaking inches away from you.

"I did, too," you smile, placing your hand over his, holding him to your face.

"I want to take you out again sometime, maybe friday?"

"I'd like that," you murmur, your eyes darting down at his lips. 

He says something incoherent before guiding your face to his, brushing over your lips. He kisses you soft and tender, sweet and loving. A grace of compassion you've never had before. He snakes his spare hand to your waist, holding you to him as he lightly works over your lips. 

He breaks the kiss first and rests his forehead against yours, soaking in the memory as he embraces your comforting aura. He kisses your cheek one last time before stepping back, opening your front door. 

"I'll stop by tomorrow during my lunch break," he grins, taking your hand and guiding you into your house. 

"I'll make us sandwiches," you smile back.

He slips his hand from yours, kissing it one last time. 

"Text me when you get home?" 

"I will, sweetheart. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight." You beam, locking the door with an excited squeal.

Maybe Matt was worth the wait. 

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[mostotherthings]

你真的還想繼續唱歌嗎？

Look. I'm not proud of this, but Episode 6 left me a bumbling mumbling mess. Mostly because of this conversation.

Neil， 我想問你。 。 。 你真的還想繼續唱歌嗎？

Neil, I want to ask... do you still want to continue singing?

這陣子我看到你遇到小海 好像看到那個快樂的你又回來

Nowadays, after you met Xiao Hai, it's like the happiness has returned to you

我很害怕我的自私 讓你跟小海又受傷害

I'm very afraid that my selfishness, will let you and Xiao Hai be hurt again

想想當年 是我提議要辦那場演唱會

Just like that year, I was the one who suggested the concert

我好想念Matt

I really miss Matt

我哥他肯定沒有怪你

My big brother definitely didn't blame you

你知道，他以前常跟我說

You know, he used to say

如果找不到他的話，就去找Reese

If I couldn't find him, to look for Reese

因為Reese 跟他是一樣的

Because Reese is just like him

哥

Big Brother

(tears at this point, TEARS. HE CALLED HIM GE and Reese's expression, omg Tim Liu the heck you doing to me right now)

我只剩下你一個哥哥了

You are the only brother I have left

我也跟你一樣, 我很想他

I'm just like you, I miss him a lot

但現在我有你

But now I have you

你照顧我比照顧自己還要多

You take care of me, more than you take care of yourself

我知道這幾年來，你也很不好過

I know that these few years hasn't been good for you

也知道你在我面前，都只是逞強而已

And also know that in front of me, you're just acting tough

(I continue to be heartbroken by Tim Liu's expression, he's being pried open at the moment)

謝謝

Thank you

謝謝你幫我找到小海

Thank you for finding Xiao Hai for me

我需要小海，更需要你

I need Xiao Hai, but I need you more

我還很喜歡唱歌

I still really like to sing

但是，是想跟你們一起唱歌

But, I want to sing with all of you

哥

Big brother

讓我們一起完成那場沒辦完的演唱會 好嗎

Let's complete that concert we never managed to, ok?

There's a lot of story from this conversation.

That the three of them grew up together, that Neil was both their little brother from the start, that Matt trusted Reese to be there in place of him in any situation. The guilt that Reese felt, for planning the concert and that how everything ended up this way, the guilt that he still feels, that no matter what he's done he was never able to pull Neil out of the depression hole that his little brother had fallen into...

That meeting Sea was his last "hail mary', that unwittingly he had given his little brother what he needed all along, but now he was afraid that it had taken too long, and the road will be difficult and now there's Sea too, and he's dragged two little brothers into his wilful schemes...

The relief on hearing that Neil wants to keep singing, but this was what Neil needed, someone else to sing with, the need to be a team to feel secure, and that even through it all, he knows what Reese has done for him, and what he needs to do now.

Excuse me, I need to grab some more tissues now.

(Of course, the next thing Neil asks is, "Where's Orca?", as if he KNOWS, the next thing his big brother needs to do, is to fix is own heart, and the answer, is just right there... in a slightly slutty Thai boy who snuck into his apartment and greeted him wearing a robe on his sofa)

[luciddreamingcrow]

The gem mermaids x maid/butler! reader + ART!

Cw!: THERE IS NO AGE GAP! this fanfic is not intended to be read as you and the characters having a age gap it's clearly written for you two to be the same age! I just wanna make this clear because I don't want people to misinterpret the dynamic of this fan fic. And it's not proofread!

Characters present: Crimson Coral cookie, Mystical Opal cookie, Golden Citrine cookie and Aquamarine cookie

Dynamics present: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, confessions, before dating,

⋆⭒˚｡⋆Introduction⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Ah the gem mermaids, so majestic and all of them can take your breath away just by looking at you but it just so happened that you are their favourite <3

When you were as young as them, your mer parents explained that you are the young gem mermaids source of happiness, they trust you and cherish you, and as you two grew up they still feel how their heart is captured by you and only you <333

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Crimson coral cookie.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"Just like you looked out for me when I was hurt, I'll always do the same for you"

✧When you just started to serve for the gem mermaids you were assigned to accompany the young crimson coral cookie

✦When she would train and learn how to ride the sea horses you always kept a really close eye on her, you never wanted for your lady to be hurt after all!

✧And if she did get hurt in the process you'd always hurry to check if she was injured and if she was then you'd always have some extra kelp to patch up her wounds

✦Even if she was hurting she couldn't help but feel always way better when she would hear your voice, it calmed her down and brought her down to earth and distracted her from her injuries

✧As you grew older she always insisted that you take more frequent breaks because she hated when you'd feel burned out

✦As you were teens she had a rebellious phase and she often insisted on taking you on a ride on her sea horse and explore beyond Tearcrown, sometimes she'd even sneak out quality foods and sweets that only loyalty could eat so you can have at least a taste.

✧After growing up she accepted that she has feelings for you and sees you as equal, and one day as she took you to your childhood favourite spot and there she confessed in the privacy of your secret place, and as you sat there you two made two bracelets for eachother that represented your love for each other

✦And by her orders she explained to the guards that she would feel way safer if you'd join her for the night and that's how now you guys are cuddling close, to each others arms, and this action always brings crimson coral closure and piece

✧She really likes holding you and you holding her, her entire day schedule is filled with little to to physical touch, so, at the end of the day, having you in her grasp, just brings her so much happiness and just a calm feeling that drives her to a peaceful slumber.

Also if you are curious about how the sweets look like, they look like those muffins from the mermaid Barbie movie + that coral looking cake🤭

(she's shushing u so u two won't get caught)

Mystic Opal cookie

"To be honest, I wouldn't know what I would have done without you"

𖤓One thing she vividly remembers is this specific scenario from when she was younger:

𖤓'sat in front of the mirror, and some of her sisters trying their best to untangle her hair without it biting their arms off, so her hair would always be unstylised and sometimes tangled in which thay would make her quite insecure'

𖤓But when she heard that you'd be a sort of personal maid/butler for her she was kind of concerned how her hair would react because she didn't want it to intimate you or hurt you

𖤓But surprisingly it didn't really have a problem with you, it didn't have a problem with you touching it, brushing it and overall styling it. She was in awe when you managed to do it for the first time and from then on she insisted that you'd help her with this matter

𖤓Slowly by having hair styling sessions you two would talk with eachother and open up about past experiences, what you liked and didn't like etc etc.

𖤓And as time went by you two became inseparable, and because of her more closed off nature she really placed a lot trust in you, she'd always trust you with some more sensitive feelings of hers and she'd always appreciate the way you'd reassure her and your presence would always make her feel better.

𖤓After a while when she noticed she had feelings she mostly kept them to herself, of course you are the one that she trusts the most, but it felt like something so intimate that she just had to keep it in

𖤓But even if it was a secret, her actions weren't repressed one bit, now she'd subconsciously stand closer to you, her finns would flapp and rice up when she'd see you and the star that hangs at the back of her head would glow just a little brighter.

𖤓And Golden Citrine cookie teased the hell out of Mystic Opal when she caught up with her infatuation with you and by the end encouraged her to confess because by the end of the day she can't just hide her feelings forever

𖤓And she took het sisters advice at heart and the hole week she was preparing herself to confess but by the end of the week she was so stressed about confessing to you that she accidentally distanced herself away from you

𖤓And as you were preparing her hair for her night routine before bed you questioned if you did something to upset her, at that moment she realised she can't take it no longer and just let it all out

𖤓By the end, she ended up crying because it was never her intention to hurt you because you were so beloved to her but she was afraid how you'd react but by the end after comforting her and taking about it she gave you the most gentle kiss on the cheek

𖤓Even if that is one of her first relationships, she's actually a really good partner, she's calm collected and when you two are alone she feels so safe with you that she lets herself and her emotions to be vulnerable without worrying about any sort of judgement

𖤓She feels so happy and comfortable with you, she just wished she could give you all of the love of the sea just for you to have

Golden Citrine cookie

"Wanna join me on another trinket hunt?"

❂When she first met you the very first thing that she did was bring her to her room to show you the various golden trinkets that she found from those hollow whales!

❂They all looked to mesmerized undet the moonlight and their reflection could easily light up her room with a really soft golden light

❂She mostly would sneak you out Tearcrown so you'd have some time alone and find more trinkets for her to add to her collection

❂At these treasure hunting trips she'd be as exited to talk and rant about how some things tip her off, just like how crimson coral doesn't really get her sarcasm but she'd be as excited to hear more about you!

❂She'd always insists in you joining the rest of the gem mermaids everywhere because she considers you as family and deeply cares about you

❂Another thing you'd do together was cleaning up any dirty trinkets, because after all she wants them to shine brightly under the sun and the moon light!

❂She has a surprisingly good maintained hair! She just enjoys not having it tied up and letting it free so she never really insisted on having hair care sessions because it was so easily maintainable

❂The moment she realised she had feelings for you is when you two would on one of your treasure/trinket hunting adventures and you'd look so interested in her little rant on how much she loves her shiny jewelry, your expression was so focused and interested on what she had to say that she outright confessed right here and there!

❂Of course later on, around that night before coming back to Tearcrown she said that she genuinely ment it and that she truly really does adore you and asked you properly if you'd like to be her partner

Aquamarine cookie

"Today I found a new flower that never has seen before and I named it after you"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Ooooo she remembers so clearly how when you first showed up she instantly just brought you to her garden!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Aquamarines garden was a old greenhouse that eventually got sinked by the sea so she made herself a home there

.𖥔 ݁ ˖You'd mostly help out with different tasks in her garden like: caring out different types of sand/soils that her plants need

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Or she'd join you by going to far away markets to get new seeds for her garden and even when talking care of the plants she'd rant on and on about their properties, from where they originated, how to properly take care of them ect.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖One day she was sick so she couldn't attend the garden and you were nowhere to be found, she wanted to start looking for you because your presence comforted her but her sisters insisted on her resting

.𖥔 ݁ ˖But once everyone was asleep she sneaked out her room and started looking out for you, once she was ready to give up she decided to see how her garden was doing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖To her surprise she found you there! You were half asleep taking care of the last plant that needed care

.𖥔 ݁ ˖She felt as her heart quickened and warmed up, and as she gently swam at you and brought you to her embrace just to take you to her room for you to rest as well

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Having you near her while she was sleeping and in a vulnerable state she felt so safe, even if there was nothing to worry about she felt protected and she felt like she could protect you at any time

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Her confessing would be at her garden, it would be a lovely night where the moonlight would shine though the glass of the greenhouse giving you two a warm illumination just bright enough to be able to see eachother + some of her bioluminescent plants would be glowing too

.𖥔 ݁ ˖As you two took care of the last plants she took a deep breath and handed you over a flower in a glass sphere, it was so beautiful! It even had the ability to glow in the dark!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖As she handled it to you she took one of your hands and held it as she confessed how much she liked you and how happy you make her so she wanted you to have one of her secret flowers that she kept hidden so noone would steal it

.𖥔 ݁ ˖After getting to a relationship with her it because a tradition to the both of you to grow rare types of plants during the year so when your anniversary comes up you two can give it to eachother as presents in a glass sphere <33

A/n: as I said in my previous post that I'll be returning on writing regularly on October but inspiration just kicked around 2 am so here we are :D the art is kind of sloppy cuz I did it around 4 am so I'm sorry if it doesn't look the best 😭

[jinitak]

Rant about the book Jom is reading

The book Jom is reading from is Khan Chang Khan Phaen, a Thai literary classic. It is folklore from Siphon Buri and was only written down long after it was conceived.

The story by modern standards is quite problematic, I have summarised the story below but there is a TL;DR below this paragraph;

Khun Phaen (previous name, Phlai Kaeo), Wan Thong (previous name, Pham Phi La Lai) and Khun Chang were childhood friends, Shun Chang is handsome whilst Shun Phaen is balding. Wan Thong would fall in love with Khun Phaen and Khun Chang would fall in love with Wan Thong and they marry but he was sent to command an army to Ching Mai. During his absence, Khan Chang came up with a scheme to get Wan Thong to marry him, by lying that Khun Phaen was killed in action, it worked and Wan Thong was unwillingly married to him. When Khun Phaen came back, he found what happened and tried to get Wan Thong back, despite him finding a wife in Chiang Mai already. He kidnap Wan Thong from Khan Chang, getting a 3rd wife in process. Each side would kidnap Wan Thong back and fourth a couple times which led to a trial by Phra Phanwasa (meaning the Queen mother), the matriarch of the Kingdom, which ended in Wan Thong being executed for not wanting to commit to either men.

TL;DR a woman gets stuck in a love triangle between a man she loved which betrayed her trust and a man she didn't love who treated her well but their relationship was based on lies. In the end she was executed for not committing to a relationship. (Who could blame her to be honest)

Parts of this epic is actually mandated in Thai schools (I had this for one of my Thai midterms, lol) and in the education system, they focus on the literary rather than the historical context behind the epic.

Many scholars such as Sujit Wongthes believe that this epic is actually a story about a fictional hero of the Suphannaphum Kingdom, one of the kingdoms that would become Ayutthaya in the 14th century. The Suphannaphum dynasty would rule Ayutthaya for much of its early history, which might explain how the story is so widespread.

Sujit believes that many aspects of the epic is representative of the early history of the Suvarnabhumi (not the airport) region, such as

Khun Phaen being a name for the Hindu god of creation, Brahma

Khun Phaen's magical sword, the "Fa Fuen" is named after an ancestral god of the Nan and Luang Prabang region.

When presenting the "Fa Fuen" to Phra Phanwasa, she placed it next to the Chai Si sword, which is representative of the Lao-Khmer origins of Ayutthaya.

All in all, Sujit argues that this folklore is more rooted in the ruling classes than the popular folk. This analysis of Khun Chang Khun Phaen is not present in the episode though, as this would ruin the mood of it so much.

But its inclusion even though it seems out of place (Suphan Buri is in the central parts of Thailand whilst the story is set in the north), is actually not that weird. In the period of the series, Bangkok has just had a major reforms to local administration, ditching the Mandala system in favour of western style centralisation based on colonial administration in the Dutch East Indies. This had the effect of Bangkok suppressing Lanna culture and a "Siamisation" of Lanna. Yai's family who I presume is local administrators sent from Bangkok shows this very cleary, he doesn't try to blend in with locals, he speak the central (Siamese) tongue and reads Siamese literature.

The inclusion of this epic rather than using something most Thai people already know to create the scene, it also creates the historical backdrop in which the series is set.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. I might talk about Sunthon Phu, which Yai recited whilst drunk and also talk about the historical context behind the series too. Please tell me if you are interested.

[pharawee]

Another Thai actor, Turbo Chanokchon Boonmanawong (along with his brother Fourwheels Chayanond) has come forward on his instagram with a statement alluding to potential mismanagement by his former agency. You might know Turbo from Nitiman and Love Stage!! where he was paired up with Kaownah Kittipat. The brothers have since joined a new agency, so Turbo's statement is likely due to him wanting a fresh start and officially breaking ties with his old company.

Hello, I'm Turbo. Please allow me to clarify the following. The main reason for leaving the previous agency was that there was almost no work available. Sometimes, there was only one job per month, and I was not allowed to take on other work. As a result, I did not have enough income to live on. After we parted ways, the previous agency frequently posted about us on social media, sometimes using harsh language and mentioning people around us, which led to misunderstandings and damaged our reputation. We also learned that for some jobs we had completed, the original agency claimed there was no compensation, but later we found out that the employer had already paid. This situation arose probably due to Bo's negligence, trusting verbal promises without any written contract. Please consider this matter closed. From now on, Turbo and Fourwheels will have no involvement with the original agency. Any further issues will be handled by the camp, and Bo will not post anything else about this. Bo will continue to work hard. Thank you, everyone, for your support and trust. Please continue to follow the work of Turbo and Fourwheels in the future. Thank you all for listening and understanding.

(*I've had this auto-translated but checked it against other fan translations so it should be fairly accurate.)

Sadly, I don't know what company he used to be with but apparently he didn't even have a proper written contract. He wasn't given enough work while at the same time he was forbidden from taking other jobs to supplement his income. He also mentions not being paid. And after he left, the company then actively badmouthed him while still using his name. Just lovely.

I really hope their new company treats them better and gives them proper work because they're both cuties and (from what I can tell from their ig) extremely hard-working.

Another Thai BL actor (was it Perth Nakhun?) recently said that actors do read their contracts before signing but here that's obviously not the case. The blame still lies with the company because this is blatant exploitation and mismanagement of (often inexperienced) artists. Any professional talent agency wouldn't have oral contracts in the first place.

[invadergia]

Ok story dedicated to @maxicaiman-afterdark

@duvet-detectives @starscreamhasdied

This is only my second fic so if it's not that good that's why.

This story does happen after breakdown dies and shows knockout coping with it still.

Also I do not know all the cybertronian terms yet so sorry but I'm using some human terms.

And please forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes.

Here is part 2

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OPTIMUS PRIME X KNOCKOUT

Knockout had just got out of the wash racks gently drying off his armor being careful not to scratch his finish. Knockout had been feeling a little down as of late. He had failed a few missions and knew Optimus would be talking with him soon about it. He just knew it was going to happen.

Grabbing his polish and buffer knockout began to buff and polish his armor. He really wanted to be useful to his new team. Sure he was a skilled medic but in the field during battle he wasn't really the best soldier. Sure he had his moments but most were because of his old partner Breakdown.

Oh how he missed breakdown. The way his old partner would complement his finish, help buff him in the morning, surprisingly for his size breakdown was always so gentle with him and knockout desperately missed it all. The feeling of being wrapped up in his big strong servos, gently getting kissed and snuggled.

Knockout heard the door to his birth room open. Knockout turned around to see optimus prime standing in the doorway.

Optimus looked to his lover. Thay haven't been together for long only about 3 months by human time but optimus could pick up on the cues knockout shows when he's feeling saddened or regret, and optimus could see knockout needed someone to talk to right now.

Optimus walked in closing the door behind him for privacy hoping knockout would feel safer knowing he was in a closed environment and away from the team.

"Knockout I've noticed you have been struggling in your recent battles, what seems to be troubling you?"

Knockout was nervous, he hadn't been with team prime long and still sense the team didn't fully trust him yet but knockout didn't fully trust them either. Optimus did assure him that the team just needs to ajust to have him here was all, but knockout wasn't really sure.

Knockout wiped his optics before looking up to prime feeling slightly uneasy. He gave a slight bow before addressing the prime.

"Optimus i know i haven't been here long but trust me when i say I am a valuable asset to this team and I will not fail you again."

Optimus looked to knockout gently raising his hand placing it onto knockouts shoulder seeing knockout ever so slightly twitch.

"Knockout I am aware that you are a capable medic as well as a soldier, I know you are still adjusting to our team but I commend you on your determination to help us all."

Knockout was slightly stunned by this treatment he never really received this kinda thing from anyone on the nemesis except for one mech, one very special mech. It hurt still to think about breakdown but each time he did it got a little easier.

Knockout looked up to optimus seeing a strong caring and reassurance in his optics. Knockout slowly began to settle in the primers gently grasp.

"Optimus are you sure I belong on the team?" Knockout struggled to look back into his lovers optics.

Optimus gently held knockout close giving him a comforting hug, "Knockout you do belong here even if you don't think so, I know it's hard but I also know you are stronger than you know."

Knockout gently hugged optimus back leaning heavily into his bigger frame, oh how he missed this feeling. Knockout snuggled into the prime wanting to be closer.

They stayed there for a few minutes optimus gently rubbing Knockout's back holding him close calming him down. Optimus looked down to Knockout seeing him give a nod optimus picks up Knockout carrying him over to there shared Recharge slab laying them both down on the soft silks and big fluffy pillows optimus holding Knockout close to him, Knockout resting his head on optimus's upper chest.

Optimus smiles as he gently covers them with a blanket letting Knockout relax into him and gently planting a soft kiss to Knockout's forehead. Knockout smiled returning the kiss gently planting his on optimus's cheek.

Knockout gently began rubbing optimus's chest trying to distrac his mind. Knockout absent-mindedly rubbed optimus's side getting brought out of his mind when he heard the gruff laugh of optimus. Knockout looked up to him seeing optimus smiling down at him.

Knockout smiled back whispering a soft "thank you" into optimus's ear. Knockout snuggled more into optimus relishing in the feeling of them together.

Optimus started to gently rub at Knockout's joints smiling as knockout softly moaned feeling the tension leaving his joints. Optimus continued to gently rub at Knockout's joints smiling each time knockout made a noise. "Knockout I want you to relax tonight, I believe you may have been stressing yourself out as of late. I do not wish for you to be stressing over small details. The team will come around but until then just take things slow."

Knockout gently grabbed Optimus's servo looking into his optics. The two of them slowly leaned into each other sharing a kiss.

Knockout gently reached round optimus's sides with one servo pulling him close, his other lightly tapping at optimus modesty panel.

Optimus's smiled nodding to knockout before letting his panel transform away letting his spike pressurize to it's full size.

Knockout smiled teasingly before gently wrapping his servo around optimus's spike pumping it lightly. Optimus let out a few soft moans before Knockout started pumping his servo faster raising optimus's charge.

Knockout leaned down giving optimus a devilishly sly smile before gently taking his spike into his own intake.

Optimus moaned gently thrusting up into knockout but careful not to hurt him. Optimus placed his servo on Knockout's head.

Oh knockout was going to relax tonight, after all he was stressing himself a bit, but Optimus was not going to be walking tomorrow. They both were going to hear the complaints from Ratchet in the morning.

[yohohonabottle]

The nephilyms and Lavi's family

Just compilation of art and head cannons. Let me know if there's any errors + your thoughts on this! @windmaedchen

The twins meeting Lavi's kiddo!

After the incident of his wife getting ambushed, cornered -forced into fighting- dragged away and almost killed a la Salem witch trial + His twins would've likely died too if they didn't hide under tree roots nearby)...

Yeah Valen decided Holistone & Ryeham ain't safe for his fam so he took em, their two horses, and left to settle into the Wilders territory. Around the Vaduso mountains, very deep into the forested area at the mountains feet. At some point moved to live up on the summit (Similar to how his wife's family did long ago. The Eclipse dynasty families preferred to inhabit densely forested terrain and mostly on mountain summits. Some even lived in the mountain as well.) (The vampires of this bloodline had incredible tolerance to freezing cold climate, low oxygen levels and really high altitudes/latitudes. Think plane-ride high. They lived 'in the clouds'. And were known to be eagle-eyed ontop of their already keen sensitivity and senses as a species.)

Valen isn't bothered by the summit's trials, having adapted to them. Plus wears an outfit an Eclipse night nymph would--Something between the attired of Thai Hill people and Eskimos/Inuit. And his blood makes more cells.. he's got more blood than the average person.

Only trusted people are allowed. And Val joined the Thorned guards as both a swordsman, plus enrolled his twins in the Jadelake academy.

So Athe also became a Thornguard after graduating and Mari a Windwhisperer who often doubles as fellow thornguard. Pirin is in that squad too. So people of the Taran village & Lunadorf affectionately jokingly call them the Thorn family. Or the Guardians family.

(Excuse the doodle quality! ;-;) Uncle Athelric pretending not to care but watching over his human nephew. You know if anyone so much as TRIES to lay a finger and take a sigle, tiny hair off that little head--They'll be mauled. Lets the lil boye play with his tail, wings maybe a tiny bit his ear, but doesn't let him tug on them.

Or Athe patrolling and maybe Lavi's kid as a wee youngin ran off (like how young kids do mostly) and trips... in trouble, and suddenly there's a blur of light auburn and white, a bat mega bat standing over him and growling lowly in warning to the threat -could be hypofiends-. Then huffs when the two are face to face, his huff ruffling the boy's hair. Picks him up by the scruff like how a mam/dad/older sibling does with cubs/pups/kittens and darts in a graceful move toward Lavi. Has his stern look on as he approaches and places her son before her. Then leaves. Alt - Lavi and her kid running from something, and Athe jumps to protect them in his true form.

Bonus points if Mari is also around at the time and dives down/over to join the fray. Her brother remaining standing over the mam & kid to protect while she acts as the offence/attack-- wiping the floor with the foes.

------ Iliya meeting/interacting with Lavi & her kid

And then there's Iliya who playfully claps the kid on the shoulder, hugs him in a side-hug and ruffles his hair. "C'mere!"

-"Ah! And is that Mam I see?" -Cue Lavi getting drawn into the hug as well then lets them go. (No, she's not dodging that hug.) "What brings you to this corner of the desert?" (Smiling and cheery as he leads them to his home/clan.) Lets the family stay over as guests.

And bonus points for Soren who's a chill "grandpa"/Uncle(?). who likely has already grown very old and died... But is back to his young looks. Every time his body ages to elderly and he dies, Soren's body is the only thing that reverts to teenage again. His mind, heart, spirit and everything else is perma-lodged into 25-40 years old adult. Same as Alsa. (Or really every playable character. See "Wicked Sun & Orderly Moon.) Just one big family get together if Soren's clan is also visiting 'Liya's.

-------------------- The Cryptids from project "Harbringer" --

And I find it funnily adorable given the Mather of the Merlinverse and in general (Pirin) "adopted" Lavi/took her under his wing. And we all know what that happens, it's a permanent thing. So he'd the guardian of her and her fam til their final breaths, possibly the next ones after. Essentially Pirin and his nephylims are the guardians/protectors of families/lines of those they adopt(ed). It mainly starts with Mather and the nephylims follow suit (genes are saying their word fr). Pirin is guardian/protector of the family & home in general to begin with. (So count Iliya, Ame (don't underestimate the lil 10-ish y/o ghost girl), Mari and Athe plus their bloodlines as guardians to Cel & Ael's family along with Lavi's.)

"I'm guessing to count the cryptids in this lot as well since he's their core component. Which is even stronger than genes passed on i think." -Finch. I had this convo w @meepinmeat.

"Hell yeah!" -Meepin. So I then noted that there'll be one certain "Harbringer" to also be in the Guardian cryptids lot.

"You know the Knave's in this too-Og Berial fused with Pirin-?

Bet Lavi would be conflicted if he (Arlecchino) acts as her and her fam's protector/guardian ...angel? Hell angel???" -Finch. And here's Arlecchino's ask blog! You'll find everything related to him there- Art, lore, trivia & him answering your questions! (The main purpose of the blog is to ask Arle questions and he'll respond.)

Now. From here, major chunk if not 100% Finch's speculations ahead! I'm most likely wrong, please I strongly encourage feedback & corrections on these interaction parts! I tried to do justice by filling the blanks with keeping Val&Lavi's personalities in mind!

I imagine her son to get curious and excited, run up to him after he strikes Lavi!Og Berial/drives him away. And when the boy catches his tail/wing, Arle pauses and looks down over his shoulder at him.... Then smiles ever so slightly in fond, reminiscing affection before telling him "Go return to your mother." Then leaves.

Or the times Arle would look after her kid like a nanny-Guardian. Letting him play with his hat, tail, wings, watching him with that look.

And then disappears as Lavi's kid grows up... Only for him to call his name. Not "Berial" like how I imagine Lavi & her Val + everyone else do. But "Arlecchino"/"Arle". Like how he did back as a wee kid. And the Knave appears.

"You're a fool for seeking me." (No malice.)

"I know what you're made of. I know you're in there Berial, like the one you fought off. But I also know Mather's in there too, and fused into one with you." (I know you won't hurt me or my family.)

"Don't get too comfortable." (Maybe has that small smile, placing his hat on Lavi's son's head.)

------- As for the Balladeer, boy you'll see this mummer often. Likely has his happy mask on as he dances cheerily or his cattle bells make joyful, sort of friendly sound as 'Hello! :D' to both Lavi and her family. Possibly play with her son, keep him busy/entertained when she and her Val are too busy/need a moment to themselves.

But doesn't take off his mask, and doesn't let Lavi's kiddo take it off either- Touch it? Yes. Take it off/lift it? No. Gently tell him 'no.' by placing a fur-hidden hand over his and lower it away. Then when it's time for goodbye, The Kuker walks away. You can still hear him and his bells + tapping of staff on ground with each step. (The Balladeer's ask blog here!) Mostly communicates through dance, his mask changing and the bells on his belt + sign language that's not specific as he has made it up himself. (Only he knows/understands it.) But he can speak. Also the Kuker may be aware of how much he "resembles" the child's father and that's another reason he keeps his mask strictly on when around him. Doesn't want to confuse the kid, and sadden him with his fate. Otherwise he'd rarely sometimes lift his mask to reveal his face for a brief moment like in his "origin story". (His themes are at the top of his lore post + above the "index page". But here they are as well, clipped from the documentary film about Kukers done by New Yorker. The first track is the Balladeer's main theme. The second ost his other theme.

The Damoiseau - Songs and lullabies, the innocent and wholesome kind. Also helps the family sleep well/better by driving off their bad dreams, mostly through his songs. And watches over them with everyone else like a guardian angel. (He also has an ask blog!)

[death-is-no-escape]

Right okay so mini meta about Dwight & Evan as foils, specifically in regards to how they handle mistreatment and their places within the capitalist machine they both lived in, this is based off tome lore for the record.

So both Dwight & Evan's tome stories are about them dealing with mistreatment & abuse from someone with power over them (Dwight's boss, and Evan's father respectively) and their connection to the workers that also deal with thay abuse (Dwight's co-workers & the group of fired employees, and the miners that Evan befriended along with the Union Rep), but what happens is very different.

At first they react in ways rather alike, quiet disapproval and suffering, Dwight internally making fun of his boss and venting in private with co-workers, and Evan quietly suffering and listening to the woes of the miners in private while they try to encourage Evan. Though I'll note that beyond a surface level there is already a gaint difference, Dwight understands that he is a victim like his co-workers, meanwhile within the tome it doesn't appear as though Evan sees that he is an abuse victim, his fears and hopes are for others, not himself, the union rep will help his friends, not him.

But then their stories differ even more, Evan continues his quiet suffering, puting his thoughts into art, meanwhile Dwight is moved to action after another co-worker is fired and Dwight is invited to a party the fired workers throw every year to catch up & make fun of the old boss, at which point Dwight & Evan's pathes really split.

Dwight choses to go on the offense with a prank (which goes wrong and I'll get to in a second), meanwhile thoughout Evan's tome he is passive, and seems to internalize the lessons his father wanted him to.

I point to two large reasons for this, firstly Evan in his tome is around 14 if I remember right, at least a young teenager meanwhile Dwight is an adult during his, we don't know his exact age but it's been enough time for him to have had multiple jobs in the past & he looks like he does in the fog, so he can't be that young, obviously a young abused teenager whose being victimized by his father is going to react differently than an adult who can chose (with bad consequences but still) to just not interact with his abuser & leave the job, Dwight also had the benefit of having others cheering on action meanwhile Evan's friends were waiting for union rep to show up, taking action would have been unneeded risk, there is also the physical risk his father poses to him, especially because Evan suspects him of multiple murders.

But secondly, Evan had already been trained, goomed by his father to become his enforcer onr day, Evan was put in a situation where he felt like he had power when he had none so he won't lash out, or well moreso that his father would be able to control who he lashed out at, meanwhile Dwight had no illusion of power in the situation, he knew that compared to the ways his boss could fuck him over he was nothing, so he felt vindicated to lash out at the boss, the right person, Dwight was able to see clearly who was fucking him & his friends over meanwhile Evan lived with the wool over his eyes.

That does bring me to another common point of their stories, betrayal, Dwight was in all likelihood lied to about what the drugs did, the scene where Dwight is told about and given the drugs really reads to me that the guy that gave them to him lied to Dwight so he'd do it since they didn't have access to the old boss. Meanwhile in Evan's tome his father reveals that he paid off one of the miners who then told him about the drawing Evan had been doing against his father's wishes, I do have some doubts that his father was being honest, I personally think it is possible he threatened the miner or found out some other way, but that's besides the point, the point is both Evan & Dwight reach a point where they are put in some very bad fucking situations due to others that they trusted.

And the pair react wildly different, making it so clear how they ended up on the pathes of one becoming the unwilling but prime example of a killer in the fog, while Dwight ended up leader of the survivors, a prime example of someone who won't give up hope to escape.

Dwight is revealed in a later tome by thr Observer to have been offered a large settlement from the company due to the workplace abuse to keep it all hush hush, but... Dwight didn't take it, refused to take it unless he & the others got an apology, as far as we can see and tell from canon so far, Dwight doesn't blame the person that gave him the drugs he used, and he doesn't feel guilt over what happened or if he does it isn't clouding him to the abuse that lead to that moment, he knows that he & the others are deserving of an apology, showing a strong moral backbone and he is ultimately punished for this, living in poverty and having to take dangerous and demeaning jobs because he won't go along with the capitalist machine.

Meanwhile Evan lashes out at the miners, without even a second thought to what desperation might have made them betray him for money, he aids his father in shutting down the attempt at bringing in the union and it appears this is the first of many times Evan helps kill or does it himself, in short he ends up doing exactly what his father wanted him to do, he takes his role in the capitalist machine and still is unable to see his own victimhood.

[tassodelmiele]

The Magic Whatever

I needed to put this chaos into concrete writing-something.

I know this would ended as a mess in my mind, with no possibilities to born.

So I write it.

And now I'll feel bad if I won't keep on with the story.

Hope you're having a nice day filled with chocolate-

Disclaimer: titles make no sense.

Have a nice day

....

Soap didn't die on that mission; not 'cause there was no gunshot.

Bullet just disappeared.

And he found who made the trick, bringing the whole team with him in a rabbit hole filled with dangerous stuff sprinkled in lusterdust and smelling blood-scent, crumbled in caramelized sugar and glazed madeleines.

'Cause Marigold just did what she does best: following her instinct. And that day she just stole the bullet flying toward Soap's head.

1- Only thing you can trust in the morning is to have your pajama still on

«You have to trust me»

You have to.

Sure.

As if there were other possibilities. 

Anything could have done the work on that shitty morning, everything good enough to make the clock worth listening to: coffee's scent; pancake pan-fry's fizzle; a baseball bat in the middle of the forehead.

Anything but a geared man with a loaded gun rushing in the bedroom, making her remember that the whole load of fucks happened yesterday where just the cherry on top of a brown cake that didn't smell of chocolate.

Rushing upstairs became a stumble on every step; at the umpteenth shot hands ran on the ears and knees crumbled down, crouching the whole body on the floor.

I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna-

A rough pat on the back awakened padded synapsis. There was a sudden yell: 

«Run!»

Legs did the work better than brain, jerking up, stomping on the stairs using no breath at all, with lungs empty of air and full of ashes and gun-powder scent.

Sudden cracks and blows followed the run to the second floor, heartbeats stuffed ears and throat, climbing on the gut's walls with the acidic adrenaline's aftertaste. Eyes were watering from fear and dirt, legs were moving by heart to the most open space in the house: the balcony; the goddamn 1x1 meter balcony with a lovely Thai grocery shop's sight. 

Chest crushed on the railing so suddenly, fresh spring breeze hit her with a kick in the lungs.

I'm out

The consciousness got foggy at that moment of paradise, and a tight grasp on the pajama brang it back down to the shitty ground: someone tugged her far from the metal grip of the railing, sucking her entrails backwards to throw her on the ground.

She slides all the short way to the wall; the head burned in a sudden bang on the fucking drainpipe.

Someone collected her body by pulling the shirt again, and lifted her whole weight. Terrible dry and smelly scent of old and powder hit her nostrils, one millimeter away from the not so ensuring face of a stranger in some sort of full-military asset. 

He smiled so kindly while spitting:

«Goodbye, dorogoy»

And pushed her out of the balcony.

Whatever came next, is void: body and soul get vacuumed in the eternal nothingness of a fall from the fourth floor; eyes squeezed, adrenaline rushed to the brain, screaming: you're gonna die; but there was nothing to grasp, nothing to grab, nothing to save her.

My breakfast's still in the microwave; a stupid last thought.

Just, it wasn't the last.

A firm hand catched her ankle, burning soft skin under rough gloves. She dangled, hanging still so dangerously close to the railing that the head banged again, but that was the smallest of her problems. Voices came from above, heard hazy and fuzzy in her scattered brain, yells and metal exchanging places as if someone was trying to drive a nail with a gun.

Then, a more nitid, strangely pronounced: «Let bounty fall»

And a clear loaded gun.

Her fried brain took advantage of that moment to make a to-do-list: the missing will, in case of premature death (almost certainly at that point); the promise to eat grandma's piadina at her home; a pistachio-macchiato she owned Johnny since he brought her home during a storm; oh, and…

…and air swallowed her up with the force of muscles she certainly didn't have.

The same, tight grip that was avoiding her a spine-crusher-jump, suddenly lifted her from the ankle, with a pull so strong that she was sure wings had grown on her back, letting her fulfill the dream to be a fairy. But as soon as the body flipped over the balcony, the gloved hand made her change trajectory with a fast move.

Air gave her stomach a kick and her guts a stir, while whoever was moving her threw every inch of Winnie the Pooh pajama, yellow air and morning sickness on the "dorogoy" one, as if she was a goddamn club.

She was smashed on the man, facepalming her nose on his gear, and he was tossed KO on the ground.

Floor's caress hit her too, still held by ankles and, maybe, with a kneecap a little bit out of its place.

«Ye'r alright?»

The known voice reached her ears, and that was the first good news since one hour.

He's still here

Then she kinda blacked out, not dazed enough to faint, but at least to replace sounds with heartbeats and sight with foggy, swirling floor tiles. 

Moment of silence.

Johnny pointed at who they were supposed to protect.

«What in the bloody hell-»

«There wasn't time» was the rushed up answer. Ghost let the naked ankle go, patting his oddly slimy gloves on the tights. 

«Why 're women so creamy?»

«Beauty purposes»

«'S horrible»

«Didn't think you were so picky»

«I don't like touching maggot's texture, if that's what you mean by "being picky"»

Soap knelt next to her, who faltered something inaudible as soon as being touched. He stuck his finger around her joints, checking for potential damages.

She whined as he turned her face up to him: there was a big, yellowy spot next to the left side eye.

«That was already there» Ghost's specified.

«Aye, I know»

Fingers pressed on her knees.

«She truly is a strong one» Lt. muttered.

«Told ya»

«Difficult to believe»

«Ye've literally throwed her like a goddamn baseball bat»

Ghost silently looked at the girl, splattered on the ground.

«It worked»

He crunched down, collecting her body on his back as a potato bag.

«'S better get the hell outta here»

«What 'bout wake her up first?»

«Are ya proposing to explain her the whole shit bag now?»

Soap hesitated for two seconds; that sounded as a negative answer for the Lt.

◌◌◌◌◌

One hour later, morning coffee hit Price with strong aroma, cigar aftertaste and a plethora of questions condemned to be unresolved.

He sipped, holding the mug a little longer in front of his face just to look at her without making it too obvious how bad he had no idea of what the fuck was the matter with that random yellow-haired lady sit in his office, surrounded by Johnny and his pathetical attempt to be comforting.

«Is» he pointed at her «she the target?»

Gaz nodded. «Soap said so»

«Mh». He sipped again, pondering about it. 

«A bloody child»

«Apparently she's twentythree»

«What's the point?»

«Bakery worker, living in a suburb's flat, three roommates-»

«The point in her being a target» Price specified.

Gaz lowered the voice, trying to capture some crumble of whatever Soap was saying to the girl who was, luckily, giving 'em her back. He carefully opened a pack of crackers. «We've had a speech 'bout it. You already forgot?» 

The captain pierced Gaz's breakfast in a cold glare.

«You're as helpful as a mosquito net in a submarine»

A sudden fear of downgrading hit the sergeant. The cracker came back in the pack.

«…sorry cap. She's the» he cleared his throat, feeling a little stupid saying: «someone with a magic whatever», as Soap had described her the first time.

Memory about the oddest Task Force's meeting of all time gave Price a facepalm. 

He swallowed half the cup of coffee at once.

«What in the bloody hell are we doing»

«…an unbearable, complete fucking disaster»

Patting her head was an option Soap was evaluating for half an hour, but maybe it wasn't the most clever move. He ended up looking at her very firmly.

«That's the bloody hell you've saved me from»

No signs of life from the other side. He munched a few swears, knowing so well what he was trying was as confusing as telling a chicken that it could fly like eagles with its shitty wings.

«Look» he started again, third time in a row «'m not kidding, 'k? I know it's you who 'm looking for, 'm just asking a little help to understand how in the fuck a goddamn bullet disappeared one inch from ma head»

She wasn't trembling, crying, fainting; maybe she wasn't even breathing, sitting still in front of his face while Soap had a complete visual of her pissed face, and the lovely sight of Gaz eating crackers and Price silently hating everyone while standing in the corridor.

«Two years»

The story began again in a low sigh. Soap raised two fingers at his temple.

«It was two years ago. I was 'bout to be bloody dead meat, with a shoot here, a russian bullet in ma brain»

He decided it was time for the secret weapon: a piece of newspaper came out from his pocket, shown as if it was the Saint Grall in all its oldness and perfection.

«'Ve found this». Soap pointed at the paper: a photo, five written lines. «It's you. Hospitalized 'cause of a bullet nearly pierced your temple»

The sheet got closer to her face.

«Except for you being alone. In your home. And I know ye'r no suicidal» 

Silence. Again.

Soap managed to pat her shoulder, a middle way between raising his voice to be the bad policeman, and pinching her cheeks to be the friendly one.

«...'m sorry for the shitty tons of lies 've told ye. At the bakery, I mean». It was so stupid to make apologies, but he did it anyway. «Duty purposes, laddie»

He gave her another pat.

«Fact is that who tried to kill me knows you». He chose to get straight to the point. «'Cause ye've got…dunno. Something. And that something saved me, somehow. And look, gorgeous, I don't believe in "abrakadabra", and whole Harry Potter's universe's a shitty filmography for ma taste. I just know I'm still breathing 'cause of you, and I'm used to return favors»

«There's no point in explain myself if you don't believe in magic»

Voice cut her throat sharply yet loud, destroying every Soap's attempt of being nice. Her still swollen eyes pointed at him. 

«Is not something I can explain»

«Try» 

It was so surreal as a situation that if a llama with a hat appeared, no one would have been surprised. 

«I'll listen, at least»

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Snake bites hurt the most when the weather wasn't stable. Like an old good war scar, hidden under shiny gold dots that she constantly tortured in search of a crumble of quiet.

«Lost in yer thoughts?»

Marigold's hair waved like a dandelion's shade in the gloomy morning. A big cup of pistachio-macchiato was presented in all of its greatness to the usual early-morning customer.

«Kinda funny weather, isn't it?» 

«That's London, laddie»

She chuckled kindly, repeating a motion used with every visitor that became authentic just with Johnny.

«I'd rather be surrounded by coriander field»

«That's what ye planted 'round the house?»

«My parents' choice. I don't like them, smell becomes odd on rainy days. Better than London's morning, though»

«Aye. I bet sun suits ye better»

Another chuckle, and she went KO with a throaty laugh that exploded hidden in her hands. Johnny raised his cup.

«Cheers»

Two months before he showed up out of nowhere, stating "the smell of good coffee" had brought him to the Merry Marguerite.

Marigold had seen all sort of human being in her bakery-waitress experience: who pretended to look at ease in suit, leather bag and badly knotted tie; who was hiding from his life, drowning every brain cell in sugar; happy ones and silent ones; lost ones and usual ones; strong espresso ones, and milky-chocolaty-heavy cream latte ones.

Johnny was none of them.

Johnny was a usual stranger, a known foreigner, a recalled wayfarer; a usual guest who showed up every ten years, but you know him since you've been born. 

«Merry Marguerite. 'S yer name?». That was the question in front of the first pistachio-macchiato the girl had ever been asked for.

«Nope. That's my boss previous cat»

«Cool. So 'm not gonna call you Margie or somethin'»

What a funny way to ask a name. She smiled at first, kindly, disappearing in the back to grab some fresh pain au chocolat. 

Marigold didn't expect him to wait for an actual answer. 

He came and clinged on the counter, with those huge biceps relaxed and a silly smile, a little cocky but never disrespectful. He asked for his macchiato, made a joke about the bakery's name and waited for her to give him something back.

After three days she giggled him a quick: «Mary, Or Goldie. Doll, if you want, some friends of mine used to call me Doll»

«'Cause ye'r cute?»

«'Cause as a child I used to cut every inch of my doll's hair and make them join the "punk club"»

And tortured doll's stories were what made them friends. 

«You're gonna have green tongue at this rate»

«Can't help it. That's the best pistachio-macchiato in town»

«Of course. That's why there's a secret recipe»

Johnny raised his eyes from the cup. He was dressed up almost the same every day: jeans and t-shirt, mohawk and bright-curious eyes as blue as the sky London decided not to show to his citizens.

«Spit it out»

Answer was a long breath of her, blown on the fresh madeleines.

«A secret's a secret, Johnny»

«Ye made me curious, though»

«That what secrets are about: make people eager to know what's underneath»

«Aye. I can tell ye're good at that»

Her fingers stopped working on the correct rearrangement of the custard croissants. 

«Yeah? Am I that good at not blabbing our secret recipes?» she laughed. «I'll add the skill to my curriculum, then»

The waiting for an answer became a little too long, making her raise her sight.

Johnny wasn't really laughing: his smile was telling something that could go from "I know what kinda porn you're into" to "the yellow in your hair is brightening my day up".

He suddenly smirked: «Feeling under pressure, Doll?», ending the question in the last macchiato sip. 

«Should I?». She clinged on the counter, a little cheeky «Am I under interrogation?»

«Ah» The empty cup ended up on the side, allowing him to have a full vision of her hair brightness. «It would be no good for ye»

«How come?»

«C-u-r-i-o-s-i-t-y» He spelled. «I'll end up digging too deep on ye to find what's underneath. It's not pleasant havin' a stranger stomping on yer garden»

«And what if you lose yourself while finding a way out of me?»

«Ye'll guide me. 'M sure ye've got signs in whatever wood has grown inside of you»

And Marigold became silent, softly smiling a sad sight, unexpected through the funny mood Johnny thought to have been built.

«And…» A warm, sugary smelling madeleine was offered to him as a pay in advance. «If you find the way out, would you tell me too, please, which way I ought to go from there?»

He chuckled, suddenly kinda softened by her tone, catching the quote so well he wasted no time to replay:

«It depends a good deal on where you want to get to»

«I don't much care where»

«Then it doesn't much matter which way you go»

Whole bakery filled with the loss of words that baked the room in glazed and caramelized smell, crunchy as a chocolate cookie fresh from the oven. Silence got stuffed with coffee sipped under breath, time got replaced with madeleine's crumbs rolled under the fingertips.

The first bite on the pastry broke the spell. Johnny ate it whole, chewing slowly.

«Seems like, even if ye're lost in yer wonderland, ye'v found a way to me»

And then, she knew.

She knew he had read her somehow, even if he hadn't understood a single word.

It was two years ago that the dream went away: a man alone, dark and chaos of voices, blood smell and an odd, painful hold on the guts; words shouted fast and aggressively, a clock ticking, the well known feeling of something that was about to happen.

A shot. 

And the sudden awakening in a sweat lake, breath lost in the dream and the pressure against her lungs screaming that there wasn't time left.

Marigold didn't know why she had chosen to go to bed that early, as much as she didn't know why she was running out of bed, stomping on the fallen sheets to reach the bathroom curled on her reversed stomach, with guts mixing inside as if she was dish-washing her organs.

Lungs were closed, breath fought to come in and out and heart started racing faster, pounding so much blood to her head. Fingers grasped the hair, dug the scalp, searched for a way to the brain like something was desperately trying to get out, or get in, she didn't know, it was just so painful, so hopeless, so furious, and clock ticked faster, louder, stuffing head and eardrums while voices become clearer, surrounding her in a battlefield that certainly wasn't her bathroom anymore.

Everything came to a peak of adrenaline piercing her brain. She grabbed something from somewhere, tearing it away from a reality that wasn't her, that shouldn't have been her, in which she didn't belong. Her fingers grasped the bullet, pulling it away from him, whoever him was.

And she just took it with her, in the bathroom, stepping out of the trajectory fast enough to let it just scratch her head.

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«Why?»

Her shoulders scrolled, stiff from the tension.

«I've asked myself so many times. Maybe because I know you were dying. Whoever you were. Whatever you were doing»  

«When we met the first time, did ye recognize me?»

«No. Dream wasn't that clear»

«Did you speak 'bout it with family? Friends, or-»

«Is not that easy to explain, I've told you»

«Have ye done it before?»

She havered on the chair, eyebrows frowned and lower lips bitten to hold the trembling.

«Dunno». Voice raised to hide the fear, replacing it with slow boiled anger. «Maybe»

«Ye don't know?»

«No» She shouted. «I can't know, I've not got a secret diary about headaches and nightmares, sorry»

«Ye'r tellin' me ye've got some sorta "telekinetic" power-»

«'M telling you nothing. Just how it went that night»

«Aye, that's what 'm saying: you're describing me, if not a magic trick, at least a psychic ability»

«I don't know what it is» Words became sharp pebbles thrown randomly out of her guts. «And if you wanted to thank me 'cause you're still alive, I accept your gratitude, even if you've brought me home a goddamn bunch of armed people»

She hit the right spot to make him straighten his back on the chair, while still trying to upload information about the whole "dream" matter.

Soap knew his face got a little crinkle around the eyes and the stiff teeth.

«We've brought none to you, Doll. They would have been there to kill you anyway»

«I don't have any Russian friends. Nor enemies»

He mumbled: «Aye», as if he already knew what kind of people she was acquainted with, as if he'd already dug her whole life. And she faltered, squeezing fists on her pajamas, shaking in a motion of frustration that got her to the guts. 

«What? Have you already scanned me? You've done what the fuck you wanted with my free day just for what?»

Johnny fell from an apple tree.

«We went to save you-»

«Sure, after spending whole months telling me bullshits. ‘Cause everything was bullshit. Correct? Our chats at the bakery, you working as a PC technician, your terrible coffee tastes…»

Words died on her tongue in a sudden spin of her head. She grabbed her temples, rilling fingertips around the pale skin, and hissed as the digits touched the livid bruise around the eye.

Liquorice aroma filled her nostrils in a strong caress; Soap was offering her a candy pack.

«Ye've not eaten this mornin'» He muttered, recalling the time at the bakery when she almost fainted 'cause of skipped breakfast and lower pressure. 

She took a bunch of bitter-sweet treats, stuffing her mouth.

Johnny's sight made a fly to his feet, collecting time before blowing: «Wasn't all bullshits. Sorry, anyway»

«Why that much effort? What for?»

«Get to know ye. I need to be sure 'bout you»

«Pretty sure I'm as clear as an empty fish tank to you, by now»

«Wrong»

She frowned, irritated from the tip toes to the dry hair's double edges. Liquorice candy cracked under her teeth.

«Whaddya mean? That I can't even know how the fuck I play ma goddamn, stupid society-role?»

«Calm down laddie, 's nothin' this pretentious, was just giving ma take on you»

»…mh» another candy ended up chewed under her tongue. «So I'mma childish whoever to you and your mates?»

Soap gazed at her, chuckling, pondering about how seriously he needed to take her bratty chat. 

«…was life what made you that difficult to handle?»

«Dunno, you tell me, 's you who filled me in shit to "get to know me"»

At this point a strong, harsh incipit of voice pierced through the corridor, shouting: «The goddamn bloody Jesus of Laswell has finally brought me that stupid-…»

Ghost's steps slowed down as he faced two idiots stuck in front of the office door: one holding a half-pack of crackers, the other was drinking from an empty mug.

Deciding how to react brought him to the right conclusion to pretend nothing was happening. He passed a blue folder to Price, who was badly hiding shame behind a I-wasn't-eavesdropping kinda look.

«Intel 'bout that russian» Ghost explained.

Captain coughed a: «Did he speak?»

«I was very persuasive. Dunno why Laswell needed to write down what he'd already spit with his teeth»

«Bureaucracy can't be avoided. Verdict?»

«Clear as a nuclearized swamp in the middle of nowhere» 

«'S what he told you?»

«He told me» skull mask turned darker to match its owner's attitude, lowering on Price's coffee scent breath. «They were there to rob. I made him tell…»

He turned, almost instinctively, as he heard two voices muttering from the office, recognizing Soap's one in the being-as-nice-as-possible mood. 

And he saw those horrible yellow bob hair again, the oddest pajama with little Winnie the Pooh stamps, and bruises marked on the arm that Ghost was quite sure was the one he made collide with the Russian soldier.

«Why is that child still there?»

«Security»

«That's why I'm asking you. Shouldn't be held, like, somewhere safer?»

«Nothin's safer than my office»

Ghost blown, nodding ironically.

«Plus» The folder came back to the Lt. «Soap wasted no time trapping her in that sorta interrogatory». Price gazed at them, knowing well Johnny was aware they had listened to everything. «Don't think he's cleared his mind 'bout you-know-what, though»

«Better he does, since we've rushed all of this shit 'cause of that» 

Price sighed, Gaz chuckled 'cause it was funny seeing Ghost complaining like an old man, and the Lieutenant just growled again: «An enormous ton of shit»

«Following that lady wasn't time wasted, at least. There is something stinky hidden underneath». The last cracker was being chewed in a mess of crumbles on the shirt. Gaz muttered a swear before adding: «She was being chased by those men. Fully armed, you said»

«Affirmative. Three, ready to kill»

«What were you sayin' 'bout it?»

«That russian» Ghost instantly reconnected his synapsis with the previous speech, recalling his fists on the man's face with a hidden smirk. «said they were sent by some sorta monk»

The statement made the audience caught by suspense. Frowned eyebrows and tilted foreheads spoke for themselves.

Gaz tried to break the silence with a cautious: «Some sorta wha-»

But Price felt the urge to make a fast recall:

«Four months ago, Soap found that girl with the "magic whatever" that he stated saved him from Makarov. Two days ago» he counted on his fingers «Soap spotted a man following her home. He also did the day after. That made Sergeant suspicious and you two eventually get involved in that sorta "saving" operation»

«Soap was right, at least. Someone was keeping a close watch on her»

«Yeah, but» Captain's hand flew in the air, holding his line of discussion. «Am I the only one noticing there's a bloody nothin' logic 'bout this? Are we really getting involved in somethin' raised by a "someone saved me with magic, and I'm gonna find him"?»

Ghost gazed at him, eyes half-hidden by the mask.

«You trusted Soap»

«Undoubtedly» Was shouted so clearly that nothing was left to be clarified.

It wasn't Soap himself the wrong variable in the equation.

It was that Soap was right. 

And it was not logical. So illogical it was actually happening, and Price couldn't just register an impossible chance that was occurring in front of his goddamn eyes.

«What if» Gaz suggested, licking cracker crumbles out of his lips «We just ask her?»

«Ya heard: she doesn't know»

«Yeah, well, maybe she doesn't know if it's safe to spit out the truth in front of three strangers and an almost ex-friend» He nodded toward Soap. «'S not like he's playin' his cards well»

«What do you suggest, sergeant?»

«We could just-»

And the chair that was hosting Marigold's butt suddenly got thrown on the floor by her sudden standing. Three pairs of eyes caught her taking on Soap in all her pajamas and yellowness, without a single world left as she grabbed the sergeant's shirt with both hands, roaring with a voice thought impossible for one her size:

«Just let me at least pretend I did something good!!»

She turned her still naked feet, ready to run home somehow, killing spree in her clenched fists and rage in her bruised throat.

Steps died immediately at the trio's sight.

The otter-puppy eyed with a hat; the good twin of Chris from "The day before" ; the Dia de los muertos cosplayer in the wrong season.

Classification ended with a kick in the head from her own brain, which told her to have a good look at that scary-skeleton mask.

She blew her cheeks, finger pointed at Ghost as she shouted almost with a growl:

«Youfuckin'sonofa-!»

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[yellowcry]

Problem shared

It's been years. And they don't talk about Bruno. No matter how much Isabela wonders of what possibly made him run away without saying a word

@encantober-official prompt — Secret

Pedro-Alma swap au this timee

Talking about why she was so worried at the last night wasn't in Isabela's to-do list. But it wasn't like she had much place to go to. And even if the magical rooms were big, they only had so much space.

It's been years. What Isabela knew wasn't important. Nobody remembered anyway. They didn't talk about Bruno, he was a shame of the family. For not being strong enough. For leaving all this mess behind him. And even if it still was painful, even if Isabela was desperate to know, nobody would allow her. She knew she shouldn't know about thay one vison at all. It was a mere accident because she was too restless to stay in her bed. And nobody talked about it. Even if almost everyone knew. Abuelo was the one to ask. Luisa was present at the moment. And later her cousin (whom she had told about what she had heard) confirmed adults gossiped about it. Which only left Camilo and Mirabel. And with Camilo she wasn't even sure.

Of course, this all was a long time ago. Now they didn't talk about Bruno. And about that vision that was never found. Growing up, Isabela had wondered many times, what could there possibly be. The silent shadow of uncertainty grew behind her, heavy and static. Because Isabela wanted an answer but it wasn't here. They don't talk about Bruno after all. Everything was normal. Well, until yesterday (Isabela still can't believe Mirabel tried to ruin the party like this).

It didn't really mean anything. They didn't talk about Bruno and Isabela didn't talk about thay vision. Didn't even talk of how she knew it existed.

"Get out. I have to get ready." Isabela snarled. Today was her proposal, she was supposed to prepare, it was very important day. No time for some childish nonsense whatever Mirabel had imagined herself. Everything was good... There was nothing wrong. Nothing was ever wrong.

"Just tell me what's going on! Your big himbo won't dissapear!" Mirabel rolls her eyes. Did she have to be so damn annoying exactly today? It was as if she purposely was getting on Isabela's nerves.

The neirons heated, running agains the bottled anger. Isabela already was frustrated, Mirabel didn't have to fuck with her even more.

That's okay... Everything's fine... At least when she's married, Abuelo would probably leave all this irrational protectiveness to Mariano. This was always Isabela's point to marry despite the fact she didn't want to. Get some sense of isolation and so maybe Abuelo's focus would leave her for somebody else. Just maybe because Isabela knew damn well there weren't that many candidates. Camilo and Antonío were boys and Luisa was... well, Luisa. Which only left Dolores and Mirabel.

"Isa, just tell me what's going on? Is there something wrong with the magic?" Mirabel yapped, making Isabela roll her eyes. Couldn't she choose even worse time. "Your himbo won't dissapear if you just give a minute of your precious time."

"I don't want to marry him!" Isabela yelled, predator vines crawled around the room, thickening and swelling. 

Mirabel blinked, pulling away. Isabela's toe rubbed against the soil under fer feet. A low growl left her lips as she tried her best to contain herself. "I just want for Abuelo to stop treating me like a toddler."

There was the root of the problem. As much as she loved her family, this helicopter parenting did annoy her. Leaving a better taste of frustration in her palms. Feeling like she couldn't be independent or deserving of trust. And to remind, she was a literal adult.

Mirabel tilted her head, fixing her giant glasses. Green frame shone bright. Matching the stems of endless flowers growing around.

"This is what I'm working for."

Isabela stalled, her arms stopping in the air as she trew a quick look over her shoulder. "What?" 

Mirabel dug her small fingers into the delicate fabric of her skirt. "If I manage to discover what's wrong, maybe Abuelo will realize we aren't that weak to need a constant help with everything." Teenager reached, taking Isabela's  warm hand.

Ohh, yes! Isabela exhaled in pure excitement that filled up her veins, getting deeper with every breathe. She screeched, jumping from emotions as Mirabel gasped, clearly startled. Glasses almost falling off her nose.

Mirabel had always been the one whom Abuelo had portrayed like the weakest between the entire family. The poor giftless lamb. So if Abuelo saw her succeeding in something even remotely dangerous, if he realized Mirabel wasn't as weak as he thought she was... He would certainly loosen his grip on Isabela too. (Well, maybe not but it was really her best shot)

The thing, whatever was going on with the magic was their window to freedom. And if there was a chance to climb on that tree, Isabela wouldn't jump off it. Because nobody knew if there would ever be a second chance. If Isabela wanted a change, she had to act. Or... well, just the act

"Tio Bruno had a vision before he left." Isabela nodded. She didn't know if it was related. There was no way to tell, nobody had found it, as far as Dolores was aware.

Teenager winced, mouth opening a bit as she flopped her eyelashes. "What vision? What had he seen?" She breathed out, pulling the teal fabric of her skirt.

Isabela shrugged. "No fucking idea, sis." As far as Isabela was aware, the family gave up on the truth ages ago. Because otherwise everyone would know what exactly tio saw. This family couldn't keep secrets for life.

"Language!"

"Spanish" Isabela clarified almost instinctively.

She knew Mirabel didn't remember Tio well, she could barely remember any interaction between them. But for now it was their best shot. "So how about you go to Tio's room? I'll distract Abuelo."

[the-whitches-art]

God its been a while. So since the new leaks and season 6 had brought a lot of attention towards My Hero Academia and my past obsession with it is renewed i might as well write some headcanons. And what is better than the clasic relationship headcanons for the todoroki siblings.

Shoto

Relationship with Shoto is a weird experience.

You would have to be the one to propose and even when you do he still wont believe you.

He still sees that bastard of a father in him partially, so dont blame him for not believing you at first.

But after you guys have been together for a while, god help you both. I cannot say who would be more obsessed with the other.

Dinner dates, celebrations, small gifts every small and cheezy thing couples do, you guys do it twice as much.

He loves it when you play with his hair, or massage him. Any kind of gentle and loving physical contact to be honest, since he didn't got much before you.

If you pay attention to his scar, that would be a very intimate moment for him. Tho i cannot say he'd be that much of a sucker for that, he really appreciates the meaning behind the gesture.

Oh and expect to have to explain a lot of stuff to him. Like why some couples to something, but others don't.

He'd have some of a learning cerve when it comes to relationships.

Just dont get i the way of his dream, he'll be heartbroken if you do.

Natsuo

A hard case to write for sinc ewe dint have much information.

He doesn't seem like the guys to go for a hook up in university. So hed either be alone for a while or somehow have that uni dream of finding your dream partner during it.

So to be honest his family is a sensitive topic for him, so no meeting them for a long while.

When you do end up meeting them, hed go one by one, his mother probably first, then Shoto and Fuyumi. Hed keep you away from Endeavor as much as possible.

He does have a bit of anger issues, but he is well aware, so he might storm off once in a while. Then hed return with something as an apology, be it a flower, a chocolate just anything to make up for his outburst.

He's the sweetest though. He wont be as love sick as Shoto, but he would apreciate when you tell him how much you love him. He hasnt heard thay much so it means the word ro him when you do it.

But dont get me wrong he'd know when you lie, or ot isnt sincere.

Fuyumi

We don't kniw much about her except she loves her whole family no matter what shes been through because of them.

She'd look for someone who is just as willing to start a family with her.

She just seems like the person that knew early on that wanted a good and loving family.

She'd want someone with relatively thhe same values as her, so there is less of a chance to end up like her parents.

With her work she is pretty busy, and i guess her partner too. So the ocasional dinner/breakfasts date is so well appreciated.

She definitely makes bento boxes to her partner, every time she gets the chance.

If her partner is a woman her mother will be very supportive (not only for her too), but her father i doubt hell like it. I say that for her specifically because the boys dont care at all what their father will think.

Toya(Dabi)

Honestly good luck being with him, he's a manace. And ton take that as teasing king.

He loves teasing tho, but sometimes he says too much and might end up hurting you if you take stuff to heart.

His goal takes first place, thats a fact and no matter who you are to him it stays that way.

Doubt he can even love you, not in a normal way that is. Its closer to care than love. And to get to that point it would take a while.

But lets say you got lucky, and you get him for yourself. Dont bother being jealous, he has no eyes for anyone else in that way, youre probably his first romantic partner anyway.

I read somewhere that he and his paryner use each other with a lot of trust and a little emotion in the mix. And cannot say that this is anything but true.

He has anger issues, but unlike Natsu he doent show it untill its boiling in him. So unless you are someone that can take shouting well. You better get away as fast as you can. Hed cool down in a few minutes tho.

I think the best way to sgow him live it first is acts of service, show him that you care. Then comes physical touch, once he lets you touch him. For him touching is far more intimate than anything else.

Touch his scars and he will literaly melt in your hands. Unlike for Shoto, his scars are far bigger part of who he is as a person now and what hes been through as well. So i guess it would be like you see him now, but don't disregard his past at the same time.

[kennyomegasweave]

I LOVE this show. Absolutely every single man is dickmatized in various degrees. Completely and utterly dickmatized. Bewitched body and soul by penis.

Nick's a whole ass mess. Dressing like Top and still staying with Boston after that, quite frankly, pathetic display where Boston was throwing a lot of stones at Ray that were clearly not just about Ray. 💅

Boston's most certainly going to ruin his entire life. I don't think he's gonna break up the friend group. He might break up Top & Mew and possibly Sand & Ray, but not the other three's friendship. But he's still not some evil sociopath, he's just a 22 year old asshole. And I still don't think Boston's lied to Nick about anything except his feelings for Top. 💁‍♀️

I really REALLY want to know why he said Mew and Ray boned to Ray's face. I believed Mew last week, because why would he lie in just a scene with Ray (unless he's Thai!Dan from Gossip Girl) but thinking back, I don't think he ever said they didn't have sex to anyone but Top. He just told Ray he wasn't interested and never was.

I still don't trust Top. At all. Sorry I'm not sorry. But since I now have suspicions about Mew lying to him about Ray, they just became interesting as a couple to me. They might both just be playing each other. I also don't think either of them are in love. Sorry I'm not sorry, Part Deux. Also, it's weird as hell that every single place he goes with Mew has some random dude coming up and trying it. I get he's the hot fuckboy, but why is he running into people EVERYWHERE who he smashed, knows, or want to smash him. 🤔

I only yelled STAND UP GIRL at Sand once. I still think he needs to play New Rules on repeat until he internalizes and lives it. Having said that, I think Ray is catching real feelings. I just don't think he even knows what those are because I'm Team He Never Actually Loved Mew He Just Latched Onto The One Persom That Made Him Feel Alive After He Tried To Die. Been there, done that, took a decade to get over it. 😬

I cannot believe Sand just took Ray to his room after the fight. Like. At least make him sleep on the couch so you can cry alone in your room? I think Ray was genuine when he told Sand to just ask. Also, just straight up doing shots after the fight is something my alcoholic ass cannot even talk about, so I won't. But this is gonna get A LOT worse for Ray before it gets better.

Also, let that fight be a lesson as to why you don't get crossfaded around the wrong people. At no point should Ray and Boston ever be on two or more drugs around each other. I don't care if Boston was like NO LET'S PARTY. Ray & Sand both should have said nah and went to get that dick.

Anyway. I have no speculation cause that's not really my thing. But I love this show. I would die for this show. I would ride into battle for this show. This is a show I could follow. This is a show I could call king.