#although the dates don't really make sense but it's fine don't worry about it

[softpine]

bonus conversations from mikaela’s phone

TRANSCRIPT:

1 -

[Group chat with My boys 💕]

Asa: My phone was dead.

Yesterday 7:52 AM

Mikaela: Casper was on a date last night, we should all bother him.

Asa: Bother.

Bother.

Are you bothered?

Dan: Jessica Cattrell, 22, on Dean’s list, “DJ Messy Jessie” @ KHCS 91.7 👍🏻

Casper: Keep your pants on weirdos im not even seeing her again She’s nice but it was awekward as hell

Mikaela: That’s a shame 🙁 But there’s plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t give up searching for my future son or daughter in law! 😉💖

2 -

Mikaela: Sadie’s first day was a success! 🎉🎈💃

Not a single tear in sight!

The good news: She made a “bestest friend” already 🥺

[Picture]

The bad news: When I ask what his name is, he tells me it’s Lightning McQueen.... 🚗🤔

Casper: Respect

[lunamochii]

you, me, our dreams.

cw ; thirdyear!hinata shoyo x f!reader, angst to fluff.

Dating Shoyo is like throwing yourself into a tornado, you never know what will be the next spin off of your relationship. During the last years of highschool, your relationship have gone still, his more preoccupied now on trying to make his dreams come true.

But what about finding from other people that his going abroad after finishing highschool?

"One more lap!"

The voice of your coach reach your ears even though you've gone underwater and when you finally finish your training, you got out from the pool and excuse yourself from the team. Changing back to your uniform, the note you got earlier from your locker, in which you put on the pocket of your skirt fell down

'Let's have a date! See ya afterschool, babe.'

You don't feel the usual tingling sensation, not even the butterflies in your stomach. You hurriedly put on your uniform and grab your bag, waving to your teammates you finally exited the pool area and run from there to your house. It's not that far but it really got you gasping for air once you arrive at your doorstep

A hot bath always relaxes your mind and body everytime you get home and you know that you need it now.

After taking a bath you just blow dried your hair and throw yourself at your bed, by the time you close your eyes you are once again reminded on what you've heard hours ago that you wish you'll just forget

"Oh the memories!"

You stop at your tracks when you heard some familiar voices, peeking out from where you are. You can see the faces of some of the alumni of Karasuno Voleyball Team

"I'm so excited to see Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi! Hope those four didn't stress Hitoka-chan."

"You're such a worry rat Asahi! I mean, same. I will teach Kageyama what to do with his sign once he get popular!"

The three men laugh and you can't help but admire how strong their bond is. You transferred to Karasuno during second year and that's where when the voleyball team are at the top. It also didn't help that you are at the same class of Shoyo and Kageyama, you three became friends and they always invites you over to watch some of their practice match

Although your relationship with Shoyo went from friends to lovers, his a ray of sunshine that you can't help but want to get close. It was valentines day when he surprise you with chocolates and flowers, remembering the teasing face of Tsukishima and Kageyama seeing how Shoyo almost fumble his surprise

"Though is Hinata really sure of his plans after graduation?"

It was Sawamura who spoke and it got you more curious so you went a little closer to hear more better

'Shoyo's plans after graduation?' He never told you about it

"I know. Brazil is so far away! Our lil'tangerine really grew up huh."

"Never saw it coming."

Their voices slowly fades away as you ponder your mind on what you just heard, why didn't Shoyo told you? Is that why his always busy and away? Just why?

You were brought back to your senses when your phone suddenly vibrated, you forgot that you set it to silent mode. You look at the caller and frown seeing that it's Shoyo

"Hi babe! I think you didn't see the letter I put on your locker, just trying to be romantic, heh. Anyways! I'm at the gate waiting for you."

Hearing his cheery voice makes your heart clench, not in a joyous way but the most saddest way.

"I'm sorry, I went home already."

"Eh? Then I'll go-"

"Not today, Hinata."

That's a warning the moment he heard you call him by his last name, you never call him that on a daily basis except when you're not in the mood

"Did something happen? Are you okay?"

You bit your lower lip before answering him, suppressing your emotions

"I'm fine. Bye."

The call ended and it was just the start of you slowly drifting away from Shoyo.

Morning came and you arrived at the classroom earlier than usual, you also exited the room before Shoyo can even go up and talk to you. You also manage to avoid him during lunch and recess by going with your friends. Last but not the least, you always go home earlier than usual.

2 weeks later

You were about to go home when a text from Hitoka arrive stating that she needs to tell you something, she said that you're the only class president left who hasn't know about it yet because she couldn't catch you.

Arriving at the gym, you notice that there's no people and that maybe Hitoka left since her text was sent 20 mins after you finish your training

"I'll just- *slam*"

You quickly turn around but to be only greeted by a hug, the familiar scent and warm immediately let your body be at rest. You didn't move nor pat him on the back, you only stood still and just look down even after he break away from the hug

"You're killing me, y'know that? 2 weeks without hearing your voice, feeling your warm embrace. I miss everything about you, ____."

His hand touches your face but you refuse to meet his gaze because you know that the moment you lift your face, all the strong facade you've put up will crumble

"I'm just busy. The swimming tournament is just around the corner so I've been practicing."

He knows that's a lie, Shoyo just knows. He learn from your teammates that the tournament got push back to next month and that you're pushing yourself to your limits everytime you train

"Why are you lying?"

That irk you

"I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are! The tournament is on next month and that you're just extra training trying to avoid me."

That did it, you push him away from you

"So what? Not like you care, Hinata. We're both athletes so you know how important our sports to us."

Still, you kept your head hang low. Fuck, your tears are already pooling on your eyes and you just hope that your voice won't waver for a second

"But you're important to me too! Look, I know I'm not the best boyfriend but I think about you all the time! Not being near you these past few days is torture, ____."

You scoff and Shoyo heard it loud and clear, something's wrong and it's telling him to reach out to you or else you'll really slip away from him

"Think about me? What a joke! Ever since we became third years, our relationship have gone astray. We only meet each other once a week or maybe none!"

His not understanding a word you're saying and his heart is beating so fast

"We are adults now, we can make big decision without trying to consult or tell others about it, right?"

"What are you saying?"

Shoyo lift his hand to reach out to you but

"Don't touch me!"

He got taken back at the sudden raise of your voice, he also notice how you kept fiddling with your hands

"What I'm trying to say is, let's just break up!"

"No. No, you can't just say that."

Shoyo immediately grab your shoulders but you kept on pushing him

"Let go of me, Hinata!"

"I can't do that. Please, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, just let me go!"

"Saying we break up is not nothing!"

Using all your strength you manage to push him hard and he landed on the floor, his eyes studied your actions and saw how you balled your fist and when he was about to speak up, tears drip down from your face to the floor

"I'm nothing to you! You don't think of me! Aren't you glad that I'm breaking up with you?! It will be more easier for you to just forget about me and go to Brazil, right?!"

"Where did you-"

"I'm doing you a favor so please just forget about me, think nothing of me!"

You gasp when he stood up and pulls you in for a tight hug

"Shoyo, please!"

"I'm not letting you go. Never."

"I hate you! I hate you!"

You cried on to his arm that you didn't notice your shoulder getting wet from his own tears, you two stood at the center of the gym, crying. When you calmed down and stop resisting, he pulled away enough to get a closer look of your face, he tilt your face up and capture your lips for a sweet and long kiss.

"I hate you.." you said in between kisses "I know.." and he replied but that didn't make Shoyo pull away. He broke the kiss when he felt your hands on his back, he looks at you but you averted his gaze.

Shoyo pulled you towards the stage and he lifts you up effortlessly and made you sit on the stage floor. He place his arms on each side of your body as he captures your lips for a kiss again. This time, your hands started to play on his orange locks, you feel like drowning each time he moves his lips. You hate how much grip he has on you, but what you hate the most is knowing you'll never be the same once you two part ways

"Open your mouth for me.."

"Mhm..!"

His now standing in between your thighs, one hand is place on your back while the other one is on the back of your neck. The deeper the kiss goes, the deeper you let yourself drown on to his love. When the both of you pulled away, a string of saliva appeared and you quickly cover your lips

"I planned to tell you that I'm going to Brazil the day I left the note on your locker. I guess you heard it from my teammates."

"No, not from your teammates. Didn't your seniors visited that day? I was passing by the gym when I heard them talk about it."

Shoyo hums and rest his head on the crook of your neck, his lips leaving soft feathering kiss there

"I love you, ____. I think about you all the time, every day and night. Even when I'm about to sleep, you're always on my mind. Not a day passes by where you're not included on my thoughts. I know that not telling you a little bit earlier of my plans is a bad move but it's because I'm also having trouble with it."

You softly stroke his hair and held hands with him, you miss being this close with him

"Trouble?"

"Mhm the thought of me leaving you all alone, the thought of me going somewhere where I'm away from the people I treasure, away from the person I love the most. It gives me so much pain, seeing your tears flow down from your cheeks while ago, it makes me want to back out from my own decision."

"No, I was being selfish. I want you to go after your dreams, I want you to shine more, Shoyo. I want the world to know just how good you are, I want to show the world what they're missing. Don't let my meaningless words and actions hold you back. Chase it, chase your dreams."

"But you're one of my dreams too. I want you to be at my side as I slowly reach the top. I want you near me. I want you to be there."

He cup your cheeks and kisses you lips which made you smile warmly and Shoyo couldn't help but fall even more harder

"And I will be there. I'm sorry for acting out of character. It was dumb of me."

"No, you're feelings are valid. If you were the one who did that to me, I'll have the same reaction."

You laugh softly and Shoyo kisses you once again, this time it's more full of his overflowing passion and desire for you.

"Stop pushing!"

"Fuck- I can't hear their voices."

"Guys we shouldn't be eavesdropping..."

"Tadashi is right guys!"

"The hell King! Move your ass!"

"What did you say Tsukishima?!"

"Stop it you two!"

You jolted away making you break away from the kiss and Shoyo let's out a annoyed sigh making you giggle and as soon the doors of the gym burst open and revealed Hitoka, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Kageyama.

"____, Hinata! Have you guys fix things up?"

Hitoka is the first one who spoke

"Just how long were you guys eavesdropping?" Shoyo ask

"When we heard ____ gasp for air." Kageyama answered

"What?!" You scream "Kageyama!" The setter look at his friends with annoyed expression, silently asking if what he said is wrong

"And that's why you can never have a girlfriend."

Tsukishima deadpans and that was the cue of them two bickering and you just can't help but shake your head. Shoyo squeezes your hand and you turn your head to look at him, he stole a quick kiss and press his forehead to yours

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Shoyo."

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

SHE CAN'T COMPARE

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!reader Summary: George's girlfriend broke up with him, and he tells you why Warnings: mentions of a break up Note: I'M ALIVE!

you were sat on the gryffindor couch, next to Fred and Angelina as you waited for George to show up.

no one had seen him since the morning and you were starting to get worried.

you had been informed that he got broken up with earlier that day by his now ex after you were looking for him.

her response was short and rushed, making it more than clear to you that she didn't want to be talking about it.

but it was her cold and harsh tone that made you believe something bad happened.

after a while of just sitting around you sighed and got up

"that's it, i'm looking for him" you looked at your two friends as they looked up with a look that asked 'are you sure?'

"something might of happened to him, or he just needs someone right now, you guys head to bed" you grabbed your sweater and headed out of the common room

you looked around corridors and courtyards, trying to find his large, lanky figure somewhere sitting around, moping

you sighed before climbing up the steep stairs of the astronomy tower

you had thrown on your sweater well before leaving the main castle to escape the winters' night

you finally got to the top and noticed his dark figure leaning against the side, his back to you as he stared off into the mountains in the distance

you walked over to him and held your breath, not sure what reaction you would get from him for being here

"Georgie?" you whispered as you stood behind him,

you heard him sigh "hey, love"

his tone didn't hold the amount of sadness you would of expected

"i heard what happened, are you alright?" you said quietly as you went beside him, looking at his face as he stared up at the stars

"yeah I'm fine" usually, you wouldn't believe that statement, but from the look on his face when he said it, almost made you think he really was ok

"did she tell you why she... you know?" you spoke carefully

"i never loved her the way i should of.." he clicked his tongue

he really didn't seem sad or disappointed, although you sensed a tone of regret

George had been your best friend since childhood, your fathers working together in the ministry meant going over for dinner a few times a month to almost once a week when you and the twins complained about not seeing each other for a while, having connected instantly.

you knew him like the back of your hand, but right now, you couldn't. you couldn't read him, he just seemed, dull, or deep in thought

"what do you mean? it seemed like you loved her a lot" you frowned

he shook his head with a chuckle

"she never compared" was all he said

"George?" you tilted your head

for the first time tonight, he looked down at you, but with a smile

he chuckled again dryly before looking back up at the sky

"of course she didn't compare" he murmured

"compare to what, George?"

George took a deep breath before speaking "to you"

you looked down at your feet, confused by his words, what did he mean?

after a moment of silence he spoke up again, taking it that you didn't understand

"I didn't love her, hell how could I?"

you looked up and saw him already staring at you

you were still frowning, not computing any of this

"how could I possibly love her when you're right there?" he shook his head, towering over you

it was only then when you realised how close you were, you felt his cold breath fanning over your face as he stared at you intently, but softly

"I don't-" you started before he cut you off

"-she told me she loved me, guess what i said" he huffed

you shrugged "what'd you say?" you asked softly

"i said 'i love you too, Y/n' can you believe that? all the times throughout all the 6 months of us dating and all the i love yous, i chose today to say your name instead of hers" he smiled in amusement

you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it

"i mean sure, i cared about her.. but at the end of the day, it's always been you, it would never be her and she realised that, i feel like she always knew"

"George..." you looked up at him in surprise as he gazed at you.

his eyes held a longing that almost made you weak in the knees, they held a passion and a type of love that made butterflies fly around your stomach

they held such care and softness that made you want to fall into his arms and stay there forever

you've had feelings for George ever since you can remember, but never acted upon it in fear he only saw you as a friend, or worse, a sister.

it could of been the way he teased you over everything, but in a nice way

or it could of been they way he always made you laugh

or the way he kissed your cheek before going off to bed

or the way he always got you your favourite treat from honeydukes without asking

or the way he always stood up for you.

you don't know what it was that made you fall for him, but you did, hard

"i should've known, all these years i've felt something for you, how could it of taken me a girlfriend to realise that i couldn't love anyone but you?" he shook his head in disappointment

"George..." you smiled sadly

"my heart calls your name, even without me knowing it, without me having to try.. my heart belongs to you, it always has" he stepped forward

you smiled up at him but raised your eyebrows, realising he's said all these beautiful things except the 3 words he's been trying to say this whole time

he saw your smile and grinned before pulling you into his arms

you instantly relaxed into his warmth as his strong arms wrapped around you

"i love you" he whispered

"I couldn't tell" you said sarcastically with a teasing smile on your face

"shut up" he shook his head with a laugh

you look up at him, resting your chin on his chest as he holds you

"i love you too, George" you smiled, emphasising his name, still teasing him

"since when are you the tease?" he raised an eyebrow

"ever since you became a softy" you smirked

"I'd rather be soft for you than anyone else" he shrugged

"we should get back to the castle, it's probably way past curfew now" you tried pulling away but he wouldn't let you

"not so fast love, are you forgetting something?" he raised his eyebrows

"what am i forgetting?" you tilted your head

"the best way of showing love and affection" he smirked

you frowned before you felt his lips on yours

the kiss was short and sweet before he let you go to hold your hand and leading you down the tower, going back to the castle.

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[the-milk-monarch]

hello hello! I really like your writing! can I request a Mal x autistic reader but all good if not. Have a nice day/night!

☣︎ omg yes I wanted to write sth similar but I felt like it'd be too self-serving lmao I hope you don't mind I added Mike in there as well

[𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂/𝙾]

Summary: Mal pretends to be Mike but Reader picks up on it. After the reveal, Reader has to spent a cold night out with Mal as a challenge + dating headcanons.

☢︎ | Total Drama | 6k words | gender-neutral reader ♡ | Mal | Mike ⚠ | Mal being an ass, reader having a meltdown

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

Ever since you joined the Total Drama show, you knew you had to get an ally if you were to win.

Your social skills weren't the best, but you had your good problem solving skills to make up for that. At least you hoped so.

You were a little anxious while interacting with other contestants, hoping they wouldn't notice your a bit different approach to conversations.

But there was one boy who didn't seem to mind your awkwardness. On the contrary, he was a bit awkward as well, which filled you with adoration.

Mike was always so kind and respectful you never felt anxious around him, even with your quirky way of speaking.

Or the fact that you avoided eye contact while you spoke.

And when you cringed at yourself whenever you tripped on the flat ground, he didn't think of you any less, he was just worried whether you hurt yourself or not.

You could say you caught a small crush on Mike because of how comfortable you felt with him, but you knew he was interested in Zoey.

Although you were unsure about some small gestures received from him. "Was he just nice or is it his interest?" played in your head, although your mind told you to assume the worst and not hype yourself up.

That didn't stop you from simping from afar though.

What you loved the most about Mike was his willingness to listen to you ramble about your special interest.

You were really worried about being annoying around other people, knowing you might get a bit too excited the stuff you like and it'd be "inappropriate".

But Mike seemed to be into it, asking follow up questions and overall being engaged with you talking.

Your trust towards Mike was put to a test once you got a bit too overwhelmed in the middle of a challenge.

This particular day you seemed to have extra clumsy coordination which pissed you off a little, as it was important for you to win this time, given how strict the criteria for losing were this time.

"God, I have enough-" You desperately and a bit irritated announced while trying to tie a knot.

The challenge Chris McLean decided to do today was a scout obstacle course. Each person had to partner up with someone and do some scout activities, which included tying knots into various shapes shown on the picture.

The rope fell out of your hands for the 5th time while you were almost done with it and it made you forcibly exhale in irritation.

Mike had just finished his part of the activity and he noticed you had some troubles.

"Um, what is it?" He asked carefully, looking at your closed off body language.

"My hands don't listen to me and I can't tie these damn knots-" You tried not to make a scene, hating how much a simple, stupid task made you upset.

Your breathing got slightly heavier as you tried to suppress your rising emotions. You knew you had the right to express it, but not now. Not in front of Mike.

You took a step back from the ropes laying on the ground helplessly and given up, wanting to get some space from the irritating item.

Mike had noticed your change of attitude and immediately sensed you were losing it a bit.

"Hey, it's fine- I'll do your part." He suggested quickly, hoping to give some reassurance. "I-it's just ropes, right? We can still win!"

You felt a bit silly but you had no power to complete the task. You meekly nodded.

You stood there, just looking at his hard work until he finished.

"Okay, let's go!" Mike announced as he was done with your both parts.

At the end of the day, you and Mike managed to avoid elimination and after the challenge ended, you had some alone time to yourself.

Once you had a chance to be alone for a second, you quickly escaped the large crowd of people, wanting to get some space after such tiring situation.

You were chilling on a bench until you noticed a familiar face appearing on your radar.

Mike had managed to find you.

You quickly changed your way of cross legged sitting on a bench due to fear of being perceived as weird, even though you knew Mike probably wouldn't bat an eye on that.

You politely smiled as he approached you.

"Hey, there you are-" Mike reciprocated your smile a bit nervously.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I noticed you kind of- disappeared from the rest earlier, did something happen? Are you alright?" He asked with worry on his face which made you soften your expression. Did he really care about your wellbeing so much he came after you?

"No, no, you're not disturbing-" You said, halfly honest. You wanted some time alone for yourself, but you couldn't say you didn't appreciate him coming here.

He came up to the bench you were sitting on and sat beside you, keeping a respectful distance.

You didn't even notice when you started slightly bouncing your leg as you spoke.

To a keen eye (or even not so) it was clear that even though your face was calm, you had some bottled stress inside.

Mike was mindful enough to notice it, so he proceeded carefully.

"So- you're fine, just wanted to- chill out alone for a second?" Mike gently asked, looking at your face, even though your eyes avoided his.

"Yeah. You know, people overwhelm me a bit sometimes-" You admitted a bit bluntly.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine, I get what you mean-" He assured you with a smile. But then his smile faltered a little in worry.

"Wait, since you wanted to be alone, aren't I a bother?" He asked again, ready to stop bugging you in case it wasn't welcomed.

You softly smiled at his politeness.

"No, I said you're not a bother. I don't mind you being here, and- I like that you came here, actually." You admitted with a bit awkward and coy smile. You weren't used to speaking your mind freely like that, in case something came out wrong, but you concluded your response was acceptable.

Mike grinned bashfully as he remembered your previous words.

"Right, right, sorry heh." He scratched his neck as he showed a toothy grin.

"So..." He started after a few seconds.

"Tell me if I'm crossing any boundaries here, but I felt like there was some shift from you since that, um, knot situation." He carefully said. "...Are you- mad at me? Did I do something?"

You cringed internally at yourself.

"Oh, eh- no-" You quickly chimed in. "No, I'm sorry if I came off that way-"

"I just got a bit overwhelmed because I'm so clumsy- But I'm alright now." You assured him with a half smile while your leg continued to bounce. Until you noticed the movement and promptly stopped.

Mike had noticed all of your quirks but never commented on them.

"Hey, it's alright- I didn't mind helping you." He gave you a warm and a calm smile.

You waited a bit before thinking about saying something.

"I- I dunno if you know what a 'meltdown' is...?" You carefully started. You never explicitly stated you're autistic, nor you wanted people to treat you like a child whenever they found out, but you trusted Mike wouldn't do that.

Mike blinked once before tilting his head slightly.

"A meltdown... Uh..." He looked at the ground, trying to think about it.

You explained before he could say anything else, saving him from an awkward silence.

"It's an autism thing, I just kinda shut off for a moment there. I know it's not really useful in a competition." You bluntly admitted, waiting for his reaction.

Mike then seemed to get the idea "Oh, right! Yeah, yeah I know what is it." He nodded to emphasize.

"You- You don't have to worry about that! I know how it is to get overwhelmed sometimes-" He chuckled nervously.

"Just so you know, it doesn't change anything." He showed yet another reassuring smile which made the corners of your lips move up as well. "I'll help you whenever you need it!"

"...Thanks." You hoped the shine in your bashful eyes didn't expose your feelings too much.

["𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎"]

After several days on the island, you noticed something changed. Mike seemed off to you.

Others didn't seem to notice, but your eyes caught some discrepancies in the way Mike acted.

His whole demeanor changed in an uncanny way.

You were used to being very chatty around him due to his always reciprocative stance, but recently Mike started to seem annoyed.

Worries flared up immediately once you noticed he might get bored of your ramblings, so you decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, uh, Mike? Can I ask you a question?" You tried to casually introduce the topic.

"Hm? Yeah, sure. Go on." He answered with fake investment in his voice, smiling.

"Am I talking too much? You can tell me to stop if you got bored or something-" You awkwardly informed him, hoping you weren't a bother after all, waiting for the confirmation.

He stopped for a moment, showing an unsure but cheery smile.

"Oh, no, no- Of course I love listening to you- But I'm just a bit tired today, so maybe you could tone it down a little today?" He tried to be as gentle as ever while shutting you up.

He wasn't very disrespectful but it kind of hurt you. Even though you knew he had the full right to politely ask you to stop, you thought he enjoyed the discussions with you.

You tried once again a few times, but all you were met with was subtly seeping annoyance from his responses.

"Oh my, that's interesting- But tell me, do you have anything else to talk about?" He asked while smiling and pretending to be invested.

"Uh- yeah. If you want I can-"

"Cool. Then talk about something else." He abruptly cut you off.

So with time you slowly shut up with the ramblings, which Mike seemed to be happy about.

You couldn't believe he just changed like that, as if it wasn't him. But you also felt like you had any right to force him into listening to you.

The changes in his behavior didn't stop at that, as you also noticed some remarks coming his way, which you had trouble deciding whether it was sarcasm or not.

He also seemed to get a bit more demanding, not being as keen to help you with things now.

You didn't take Mike's kindness for granted of course, but you knew something changed.

You had a bad feeling.

Your logical thinking made you come up with theories on what happened.

You knew about Mike's D.I.D. and wondered if it was maybe someone else. But you also knew Mike's alters well enough to know it wasn't any of the ones you were acquainted with.

Only thing that stopped you from outright asking him about it was your common decency. It would be rude to just assume.

So you decided to test something.

You once again started your favorite topic, one that Mike had a lot of questions and discussion about while he still acted like himself.

"Hey, Mike, I recently thought about that one tv show we talked about recently and I forgot to tell you some trivia. Wanna listen to the facts about [character] or [character2]?" You asked with halfly casual tone, wanting to check his reaction. You mentioned Mike's favorite action movie, so you believed he would reply with some enthusiast about it.

"Wow- um- Yeah, [character2] sounds good." He responded with pretended interest but you caught some annoyance from him, "per usual".

"...I thought you didn't like [character2]?" You asked a tricky question. The character in question was his favorite one. At least Mike's favorite. You purposefully asked an untrue question.

"Eh- I mean- Hate-listening is a thing, right?" He tried to get out of the hole he fell in due to not listening previously to you. His attempts at trying to be casual were obvious to you now.

You stopped for a moment to look him briefly in the eyes.

"Actually, you mentioned [character2] being your favorite." You tilted your head and raised your brow a bit accusatory.

He looked to the side, as if caught in a lie, but still tried to save face.

"Well tastes change, don't they?" He crossed his arms in a bit of annoyance because of you poking holes in his story.

"That's really rude of you." He furrowed his brows in slight irritation as his patience was running out.

That was it, you knew Mike wouldnt' just tell you that! Or, at least you hoped you were right about it.

You took a leap of faith as you also crossed your arms in a defensive state, staring at him.

"You're not Mike are you?" You asked bluntly.

He got a bit surprised at your boldness.

"What?" He chuckled a bit patronizingly, as if you said something stupid. "Of course I'm Mike. Why do you say that?"

"Well- I didn't wanna assume, but looking at your behavior recently I noticed you got a lot less enthusiastic about spending time with me. So obviously something's up." You concluded, still sticking to your belief. You hoped you weren't wrong.

"God you have to overthink everything, do you?" His tone changed to a slightly deeper one.

You noticed him gracefully swish his hair in a way which made his bangs cover his eye.

"Are you usually this annoying? How did Mike even managed to deal with you?" He expressed his thoughts freely now while you were under his judging eye.

Your eyes widened a little - you were right, it wasn't Mike.

"Wow, okay- Who are you then?" You asked now without any restriction.

"I'm Mal." He responded with arrogance.

"And if you tell anyone I'm not that nerdy freak, you're done." He added with an undertone of threat.

"Hey, what's with that hostility?" You tilted your head and asked a bit bluntly but still remaining polite.

"I am simply direct. I don't have the time or patience to deal with any of your foolish questions." Mal's cold and serious persona was quite intimidating, but you managed to stay calm.

"Okay- I'm direct too, but I don't have to threat you while at it." You pointed out calmly.

"I'm not threatening you. I'm simply telling you what will happen if you reveal my true self to anyone else." Mal's words echoed a threat without any hesitation.

You sighed, sensing some mixed messages from him. "Alright- Uh, so- Why don't you want me to tell others you're not Mike?"

"It's not your business." Mal's face displayed no change in expression, still remaining as firm and strict as ever.

You waited a bit before shrugging. "...Fair enough."

Mal stared at you, showing no reaction whatsoever. "Anything else?"

"Uh- Since you're obviously not Mike, why don't we start again?" You tried to make something out of this unusual situation.

Mal raised his brow skeptically, trying to sense your intentions with that question.

"And what do you mean by that?" Mal's demeanor stayed unchanged, keeping a sharp and indifferent look on his face.

"Like- I know nothing about you, but- I'm opened to still hold an alliance, you know?" You shrugged, hoping he'll agree.

"I'm not looking for any kind of alliance with you." Mal's words sounded harsh and blunt. He never cared for any relationships, especially with people he doesn't even know.

"Okay, harsh." You bluntly put it, a bit awkward he wasn't keen on it. "But- uh, why not?"

"Because there will never be any mutual benefits here." Mal's statement was short and concise, showing no further interest in their current conversation.

"Uh- How so?" You continued.

"You have nothing worthwhile to offer me. No one else has anything worthwhile to offer me either. It's why I'm alone." Mal's words sounded as cold and harsh as ever, as if you weren't even there.

"…Isn't it a bit lonely?" You didn't wanna push the matter further, but without Mike or anyone else in an alliance, you felt lonely yourself. That's why you tried to save the situation you had before.

Mal stayed silent for a bit. "Lonely? Yes. Do I care? No." Mal's face showed no visible change of expression, staying as cold as ever.

"It doesn't matter to me if I'm alone. I can survive on my own, I don't need any friends. I never have and never will."

Your face showed a bit of concern as well as mixed emotions.

It was hard to get to him, but you still had some hopes.

"Well- I'm not saying you need them, but- since I already know you're not Mike, why can't we be at least on a positive terms?" You tried your best to seem an appealing friend.

Mal stayed silent for a bit, considering your words. He remained indifferent and unamused, but your words at least reached his ears.

"You don't even know me, yet you want to be on positive terms with me… Are you that desperate?" He looked at you patronizingly amused.

"I'm trying to be nice here." You bluntly said, a bit discouraged by his unwillingness to cooperate.

"Nice, you say? Do you even know what 'nice' means? To my knowledge, 'nice' is something you do to manipulate people and get their trust. I'm not interested in those kinds of games." Mal's words were cold and sharp, as if challenging you to answer him.

You stood there a bit dumbfounded at his definition of "nice". "No- And I'm sorry you had this experience if that's what you think it means. But I hold no malice towards you, really."

"Well you're either lying, or you're just a fool. I haven't decided yet." Mal didn't make an effort to hold back his words, just letting them slip with his usual bluntness.

You rolled your eyes slightly, but you were determined to change his mind. "Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, like me, or even believe me, but- let's say it makes us even then? We get to be in an alliance, and I don't tell your secret?" You didn't like blackmail, but you had to save yourself somehow.

"…Let's say your offer interests me… What would be your goal of this alliance?" Mal's demeanor changed slightly, becoming noticeably more analytical and entertaining the possibility at least slightly.

"Well- First off, a buddy is always nice to have on the competition, second reason- I like Mike. And you're a part of Mike So- I also wanna be friends with you. And- I hope that's reasonable?" You put it in a honest way.

Mal chuckled out loud before looking at you entertained and looking as if he was about to burst your bubble. "But I'm no Mike. If you think I'm gonna act like him then you're mistaken."

"No, I don't." You quickly disregarded his words. "That's why I suggested a fresh start."

You waited a bit before elaborating more. "Yes, I know that probably sounds stupid, but I'll be blunt. I just wanna make a friend and stay in the game. And I suck at social interactions." You knew how desperate you probably were to him, given his indifferent approach to you, but you had no other idea what to do.

Mal was clearly entertained by your responses. He couldn't help but chuckle at their naivety and the sheer persistence of being his 'friend' or something similar. "…You're one odd individual. I must say."

Mal stood silently for a moment, pondering the possibilities for an alliance between you two. He sighed before responding. "…Very well" Mal's face looked serious now, having a proposition in store.

"Should you fail to respect my boundaries, or try to manipulate me in any way… you're dead meat." Mal's tone of voice changed a bit too, now sounding as if he weren't joking anymore.

"And I also want you to not interfere with any of my plans. Understood? I can tolerate working with you for the time being, but only for the sake of mutual benefits." Mal's words were harsh and intimidating, but there seemed to be a slight tinge of… skepticism.

That was a good thing, you thought, because at least he was considering your request.

You nodded.

[Mal at the confessional]

"I can't decide whether they're planning something I didn't give them credit for, or are they that stupid to think I'm really gonna be in a real alliance with them." Mal chuckled to the camera. "Probably the latter." He added with a smug smirk. "That naive pawn… it's too easy to manipulate them. All that talk about "friendship…" nonsense." He obnoxiously mocked your words with a hand gesture as his look held entertainment. "As if that mattered to me… or anyone." Mal thought to himself out loud. "No one ever mattered to me, and they never will. People are merely tools in my eyes, and I will use them to get what I want..." His expression seemed to stay serious and pondering for a moment before the video cut off.

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

You had very mixed feelings about the situation.

You were very well aware Mal probably didn't respect you and only agreed to it for his benefit, you weren't stupid.

But you also had some hopes he would come around with time.

Your relationship proceeding further was very rocky, as Mal didn't really treat you with kindness, which you kind of expected, but weren't happy about.

Still, he didn't try to vote you off, and for the time being it worked.

You were a bit lost about what to do, but the days on the island didn't let you have a break to think about things, and the challenges proceeded as usual.

Today's challenge was a camp-out one. People in the team had to partner up with someone and then spend a night outside, in the forest.

"Easy enough", you thought, but you noticed some eye-roll from Mal.

Obviously you and Mal ended up being partners, due to the "mutual" alliance you had.

Once the teams had chose their respective campsites and you were alone, Mal swooshed his hair so it fell on his eye once again without a comment, seemingly more comfortable with this hairstyle instead of Mike's usual standing hair.

"So- How about this place?" You pointed out to a simple area that didn't have a lot of pinecones on the ground, offering a softer ground to set a tent on.

"Whatever, can be." He briefly acknowledged your words without any further interest.

You were a bit tired of his apathetic demeanor but you let it slide.

You placed your backpack on the ground, preparing to take out the necessary equipment.

Mal sat on some available tree root, expecting you to do all the work.

It took you some time but you were determined to set out the tent properly, even under Mal's judging eye.

To no avail. Without an instruction, it wasn't your strong suit to just "wing it".

Mal raised his brow unamusedly while crossing his arms.

"God that's pathetic." He commented without any hesitance.

"Okay then, you do it." You crossed your arms as well, now looking at him.

You heard a "tch-" from him. "Really? You're that helpless?" He smirked.

"It would appear so." You just bluntly admitted, gaining some surprise from Mal, which quickly disappeared after a moment.

"Weak." He murmured to himself, making sure you also heard him. He walked up to the tent, setting it up without much resistance.

You plopped down on the tree trunk Mal was previously sitting on, watching him work.

After he was done you didn't want to be useless, so you got up with an idea of gathering some wood. What's a camp without a camp-fire, eh?

Mal saw you leave but didn't comment anything, choosing to go sit in the tent he just set up.

You were really trying to be nice and respectful to Mal, but he was slowly draining your willingness to do it.

As you were collecting random twigs from the ground you were thinking about him though.

No one was mean without a reason, and given Mike's situation, he probably went through lots of stuff to get to his current behavior, which made you feel sympathetic towards him.

You came back to your little campout, noticing Mal lazily sitting inside the tent, holding a knife in his one hand that was carving the wood he held in the other. You wondered where did he get it from?

"I brought wood." You announced, letting the twigs fall onto the floor.

"Congrats, you made yourself useful." He commented briefly, but mostly ignoring you.

It was a start at least.

Soon enough the air became colder, forcing you to make a fire.

You gathered some rocks and formed them along with several pieces of wood, trying to set the fire with 2 rocks, as you had to do with Mike on scout-type challenge, until Mal took out a match with unamused expression and started the fire.

You blinked as you saw the fire appear, then looked at Mal. "How did you get a match?"

"I stole it." He replied carelessly without a hint of shame.

"...Okay, that works." You only managed to say.

You both got near the source of warmth in a careful distance away from each other, you sitting on the tree trunk nearby, him sitting in the tent.

The challenge was going pretty smoothly, until it began to pour.

The rain quickly took out your fire, making Mal groan in irritation.

As you felt the droplets of water on your clothes, you quickly went into the tent where Mal was taking most of the space, but he reluctantly moved to the corner once he saw you coming.

You stayed silent as you observed the aggressive change of the weather, with Mal not making a peep either, only keeping his outward display of annoyance towards the rain visible.

It was getting dark and cold, with the weather having no plans of going back to the sunny afternoon it previously was.

Mal backed out into the tent, sitting quietly and looking outside with an upset expression on his face.

There was a long, awkward silence that got to you internally, but you didn't want to risk annoying Mal with bringing up "annoying" topics to talk about, as you had no other ideas.

You came to the show with quite a thick jacket with a hood on, so the cold didn't bother you that much, but you observed Mal pressing his bent knees to his stomach in attempt to keep warm.

There was no sign of struggle from his side though, as he made a good job of sitting still, acting like it wasn't bothering him, with the exception of subtle trembles of his body once in a while.

It was obvious he felt cold with only a short-sleeved shirt to keep him warm.

"Are you cold?" You asked hesitantly, even though you knew the answer.

He shot you a death glare. "I'm fine."

You waited a second, looking at him briefly and thinking about your options. You decided to press further.

"You have short sleeves though." You pointed out, looking at his face getting agitated.

"So fucking what? My fault this moron can't dress properly?" He barked at you with hostility, as if you were pointing out his misfortune.

"No." You responded a bit taken aback by his tone, but you remained calm.

"But- We can share." You made your intentions clear as you took off the jacket, handing it to him.

He looked at you with skeptic and confused eyes as if you had some hidden intentions behind that move, but he accepted the gift without any comment.

You noticed his grumpy expression soften slightly but still keeping that distrustful glare, avoiding your eye as he put the jacket around his back.

You judged his reaction as a positive one though.

After a moment you scooted closer to him, touching his side with yours, to which he raised his eyebrow at your "audacity".

"What are you doing?" He muttered, looking at your movements with mixed feelings.

"You're not the only one cold here. I'm also freezing." You explained a bit lightheartedly, hoping to ease the thick tension between you two.

Mal only briefly looked at you and let out a "hmph" noise as an acknowledgement as he looked away from you, yet he didn't move away, letting you stay in this position.

You sighed contently for the first time in a few days now.

You watched the rain fall in silence, but at least it wasn't as overwhelming now.

Finally the exhaustion caught up to you both as a product of several hours of walking and doing stuff.

Mal let out the first yawn and so you asked him whether he wants to go to sleep.

He shrugged, still keeping his indifferent behavior but accepted. "Sure, whatever."

You both moved to the far away corners of the tent and layed down, feeling the fabric of the tent soften the hard ground halfly. Chris didn't pack you any sleeping bags, that would be too easy.

All you had was your jacket as a make-shift blanket.

You noticed Mal laying on his side, in a way that wouldn't make him face you.

You offered him a part of the jacket but his ego didn't let him accept this time.

"I'm fine. I don't need it." He harshly turned down your offer.

You sighed. "Fine."

Mal remained stubborn, even though the cold was biting his ass, he managed to fall asleep.

You however couldn't, due to the uncomfortable place of sleeping.

You laid on your back for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling of the tent, before deciding to take a look at Mal.

His breathing let you notice he was asleep, although his shaky body was visibly cold.

You didn't have the heart to let him freeze, so you very carefully moved near him, putting a part of the jacket on him to cover him up.

You pressed your back very slightly against him, craving some additional warmth from his body that would benefit you boths

Fortunately he didn't wake up.

You managed to fall asleep after some time as well.

Mal woke up after several hours, thoroughly confused about the state of his being, as he expected to wake up cold, but he was quite- cozy.

His expression changed as soon as he noticed you very close to him.

He cringed at your proximity, with your front facing him in a blissful state of sleep, hair over your eyes as if in rom-com movie.

He was about to forcefully shake you off him, but he decided against it for some reason.

Perhaps it was his self-preservation finally speaking, instead of ego getting in his way of survival. Your position was both comfy and warm, after all.

He only turned to lay on his back, letting out a heavy sigh, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as it was now his turn to look above without any particular reason, just to think over the situation.

As soon as you started to wake up, he immediately backed off, putting the whole jacket on you.

"Finally you're awake." He said as if it was a big bother.

You softly rubbed your eyes, yawn escaping your lips as you done so.

"When did you wake up?" You asked with a bit of haze still.

"Doesn't matter." He sharply shut down your question, although his tone was just slightly different than his usual bitterness.

After you both past the challenge timer of staying and ready to leave the place, you noticed Mal taking down the tent, without you having to ask him for it. Huh.

[Mal at the confessional]

Mal stared at the camera with crossed arms for a longer moment, having an ambiguous expression on his face. After some time he finally decided to open his mouth. "God, they're so helpless. They can't even set up a damn tent." His scornful tone made it obvious he was making fun of you. "How would they even make it so far without me?" He once again made it clear to the recording device that he was needed for your victory. Yet another few seconds passed by before his thought was said out loud, this time his face turning less arrogant and more figuring out what he's gonna say. "...They're so naive." He reiterated once more, as if to reassure himself what to think. "But- Maybe with my help I'll be able to use them to my advantage." He finally found the correct direction of his further words. "I'll make sure no one gets between me and Y/N getting a chance at winning the money." "Of course, just for me to forcefully take the victory away from them, later." He said confidently, but he felt the need for a clarification on that last part. He lingered in the confessional for a moment more, before getting to his final words, looking straight at the camera. "And if anyone plans to interfere with that, they're gonna go down."

[BONUS - DATING HEADCANONS]

Of course if you and Mal become a thing, he'll be more keen about tolerating your quirks and listening to you ramble about your hyperfixations.

He won't be as invested in them, but he'll treat you in a way he'd treat a cat enjoying it's favorite toy - "You do your thing sweetie. It's stupid but adorable to look at."

Once he gets used to your true thoughts and trust you, he'd also think your honesty is refreshing.

He thinks neurotypicals play too many complicated emotional games.

He can also play them as a form of manipulation, but if it comes to trusting each other he appreciates you always being blunt when it comes to what you think.

It's obvious Mal most probably has ASPD and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, so he's not a stranger to people not liking his attitude and way of thinking.

He might be a bit too harsh on you at first, not used to having someone caring about him (or vice versa) but with time he'll learn to not go as hard on you.

Like with your 'special needs', not tolerating some textures and foods, your obsession about only on topic at a time, or stimming, which might be distracting to him.

He might panic a bit inside once you have a meltdown first time around him though, not knowing how to act around you in that state, as only thing he knows it's hostility, so don't expect him to be much help.

He might listen to your requests how should he act later on, though.

He will also be more straightforward around you when he notices your "denseness".

"Do you- want my jacket again?" You asked, looking at Mal. "No, let me freeze to death." He remarked sarcastically, expecting you to pass him the jacket again, but you just blinked, unsure if he wanted it or not after your previous similar encounter with him being reluctant to accept it. He looked at you a second more, now elaborating a bit annoyed. "Yes, I want it."

Even more so after Mal became less insecure about showing his interest in you.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked, looking at you expectantly with a hint of tease in his voice, obviously wanting you to come closer to him so you'd need him as a source of warmth. "Kinda-" You responded casually, yet still did nothing. Mal waited a moment before finally sighing and pulling you closer to him in a smooth manner, making you a bit surprised. "That means come here." He reiterated slightly more greedy about your presence. That amount of possessiveness made you a bit stunned, but in a kind of positive way. He wasn't negative towards you anymore, after all. "Do I really have to spell out everything for you?" He asked halfly serious. "Well- apparently." You admitted a bit embarrassed at your lack of clue. He rolled his eyes, pulling you closer. "Okay then. You're mine now."

[mikuni14]

Wandee Goodday - Ep 1

The long awaited first episode of Wandee Goodday is finally here, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had been chanting "save me Wandee Goodday, Wandee Goodday save me" for the past few months lol

What I liked:

lots of humor, especially in the 4/4 part I laughed non-stop, although I must admit that a lot of the laughter was from second-hand embarrassment 🙈

Great and Inn are just beautiful (it's good that Great has loose clothes now, I was always worried about the buttons on his super tight uniform in MoD, fighting for their lives)

Thor and Fluke are also lovely, I really like the fact that their characters are already a couple and are completely in love with each other (and horny for each other 🔥) and so open about it

side characters add a lot to scenes, even if they appear for a moment, like a salesman offering technical advice on sex, or a doctor who sprays water on naughty subordinates, also nurses!

I really like Dee as a doctor, as an employee who doesn't let himself be treated like shit by clients and as a friend. He is nice, strong, confident, reliable and capable. Which is in stark contrast to how hopeless and lame he is in his love and sex life 🙈

I like how Yak and Dee felt an immediate physical attraction to each other, which is fighting against an equally immediate strong dislike lol The natural flow they have in their relationship: from physical attraction, through fights caused by negative circumstances, to the night spent together shows that this kind of relationship can be done, without humiliation bordering on bullying, as it's between Phum and Peem in We Are

I really like Yak who can just… stop when he has any suspicion that his partner is not fully in the moment, not fully sure. It was so cool, no forcing Dee to continue by putting pressure on him, making him feel "guilty", no awkwardness, complete chill. I like it when sex is treated so casually that even if nothing happens, the partners just sit and talk and there is no sense of pressure, everything is just so... normal and chill. I loved it.

Kao as a friend, a sidekick, a "token lgbt friend of the main character" 😄, who has his own life and although he is very funny, he is not a serial clown and comic relief, as is often the case. And he is asexual with credible dating problems. So interesting! Also: Drake 💖

I feel kind of vindictive happy that my most hated trope, wiping food from the mouth of the "love interest", is shown here as messing with Dee and giving him false hope for a relationship (?) The day this trope dies will be the day I win. I plan to get drunk when this happen hehe (vain hopes, of course, this disgusting trope will never die)

What I have a few, teeny-tiny reservations about:

at this point I don't really understand Ter's motivation: was he deliberately seducing Dee, or was he just too chummy with him, which he misinterpreted? Not that it matters tho...

8 years of all this? oh Dee… 🙈 (I love how Kao described this pathetic situation in just a few words)

I also don't really like making Dee a silly kid and a 🤡 when it comes to love and sex, especially since he's shown in other scenes where he's a full adult. He's a grown man with a serious profession, so it felt weird watching him as if he were a 15-year-old kid in a slapstick comedy. I get that there's a comedic element to it and it was funny and I was laughing, but the amount of cringe and second-hand embarrassment was downright overwhelming at some point. What is fine as convention in MSP or Only Boo no longer looks so good in series about adults

the comedy of the sex scene completely stripped away the hotness of these scenes, ngl

the above comments are not complaints, they are just loose observations. It was only the first episode after all 😉

Overall, the series started well, I had a great time watching it, I laughed a lot, the characters are cool and very attractive, Great has the body of a young god 🔥 I can't wait for their first kiss and a truly hot night - with fun, but no comedy. What a wasted opportunity for them not to watch MANNER OF DEATH and the uniform buttons! hanging for dear life! Like seriously, it was right there 😤

The series is very pretty, just look at those aesthetic shots in a public toilet:

Omg, this guy:

Me:

Me 🤝 Dee about coffee:

(I shouldn't pick on Dee, if someone brought me coffee just the way I like it, I'd be as stupid as him 😑)

One of my 457,869 screen shots of this man, gosh, he's so fine:

[kitorin]

1:34pm - isagi yoichi

"yocchan?" you check up on your boyfriend, who was currently burning red.

currently you were out for lunch, at that beef noodle place you had gone to a lot as a kid, wanting to revisit the nostalgia with yoichi. the food tasted the same even years later, almost as if the chef was still working there and was still using the exact same recipes and ingredients.

it all went great, the food itself was amazing and the sweet memories made it taste even better. not until something seemed off about yoichi.

"yes love?" he didn't seem upset or mad.

"you alright? you're ate a lot slower than usual. this much food is nothing to you. do you have a stomach ache?" you felt a bit guilty about the fact that he could've been pretending to be fine before the date, just for your sake. "do you have a fever?" soon your hand made its way to his forehead, under his bangs. it was hot. really hot.

it didn't make sense, he wasn't this warm when he was lying on your shoulder on the bus. his hands are shaking, so are his lips. speaking of his lips, they were red as well, although they were always a pretty shade of pink they were never a prominent scarlet. you gradually piece together the situation.

"yoichi, can you not tolerate spice?"

the question catches him off guard, "of course i can!" but the awkward laughter and lack of eye contact gives him away.

"you're red, like, very red,"

"that's because i love you ! how does someone not get this flustered around someone as pretty as you?"

you can't help but grin at him. "awwww, since i love you back i want to make you try the chili sauce here !" jokingly, you bring it near his bowl, and watch his eyes widen.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry! i think i'll die if i have anything spicier," you giggle at his confession, satisfied that your suspicions were correct. although his reaction was adorable, you were still worried.

"why didn't you tell me then!" you deliver a flick to his forehead, making him yelp. "

"i'm sorryyyy, it's just embarrassing, how are you so unfazed?"

"it's not something you should hide. i don't care what if you eat more than you can handle? gosh you're redder than chigiri's hair."

yoichi whines, "but i can't even handle a bowl of noodles with a bit of chili, how am i supposed to enjoy anything your family makes. oh god what if your mum hates me because i can't handle her food," he says the last part as if it's the end of the world, which it probably is to him. "i can't enjoy your culture and i disappoint your family."

despite it being a silly conversation, you found it quite cute how he did his best to hide it. "first off, my mum already loves you and doesn't care about your spice tolerance. second, it's not that hard to get used to laksa or beef rendang." your hand returns to his cheek, still warm, how bad was he with spice? "i'm impressed you managed to finish it all... you shouldn't push yourself." the bowl was completely empty, every noodle eaten and every drop of soup drank.

"anything for you, you seemed so happy to come back here" yoichi grins, lips still red, "may i get a kiss for my hard work then?"

with a mumbled 'fine' you comply with his request, "you're still an idiot."

"yeah but i'm your idiot," you gently smack him on the shoulder, ready to leave, with the owner of the restaurant lovingly grinning at the same child from years ago coming back with their boyfriend.

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[silverynight]

The bunny from the Red light District

<--Previous

Part IX

They're very good to him. Each one decides to spend a whole day with him. Iguro and Kanroji have a date with him at the same time (because they also love each other) and Uzui brings his wives to the estate when it's his turn.

It's weird to suddenly get that much of attention (but not in a bad way)... Every date he gets flowers that he always chooses to plant in the backyard and take care of them, but he also gets all kinds of gifts, Shinazugawa makes ohagi for him...

He really wants to do something for them in return; of course Nezuko insists that his mere presence is enough and even though Tanjirou rolls his eyes at her, he must admit that he's more willing to believe that this time. Now that he knows that they love him.

"You know..." Kocho clears her throat, cheeks turning slightly pink as she moves her head away from Tanjirou's lap to look at him in the eyes. "It's... Uhh, I think we'd all appreciate it if you wore the bunny outfit again."

His old outfit from work... Tanjirou still has it with him. And even though he thinks part of it is cute (and tight) he never thought he looked good in it.

"Really?"

"Listen... We think you always look beautiful and attractive no matter what you wear," Kocho explains, prompting him to turn red in seconds. "But you are really... mesmerizing when you put that outfit on."

Suddenly some of the things his co-workers used to say about him make sense and some of his clients attitudes too. Tanjirou covers his face with both hands, feeling overwhelmed with shyness.

"However, if you don't like it or if you're uncomfortable, you don't have to do it. As I said, you look pretty with anything–"

"It's okay!" Tanjirou assures her. Actually, he never felt really uncomfortable wearing that, he just didn't think he looked good. "I'll do it!"

He waits for all of them to be in the estate; Nezuko helps him get ready, but she's constantly chuckling and smiling with amusement.

It starts worrying him.

"Do I look that bad?"

"On the contrary, my dear brother, I think you look so pretty you'll kill them for sure."

"Nezuko!"

"It's the truth!" She laughs and he can't help but laugh with her too.

Tanjirou sighs and stares down at himself; all the time he was working in the Red light District he never thought of himself as pretty, attractive or... sexy, not even when he was wearing that outfit.

"But listen... Don't let things escalate because you just started dating them, okay? I mean a couple of kisses is fine, but–"

"Nezuko!"

"They better not get too handsy..."

"Please stop!" Tanjirou groans, covering his face with both hands again.

"Sorry, Tanjirou, but I worry about you too, you know?" Nezuko says, although she doesn't look sorry at all.

However, Tanjirou appreciates the sentiment nonetheless.

***

"Tanjirou... The Pillars have arrived and they're waiting for you in the–" the boy who's delivering the message suddenly chokes as he looks up at him and turns completely red before his nose starts bleeding.

"Are you alright?"

Nezuko rolls her eyes.

"He's fine. Now go find your Pillars."

Some of the people around working inside the estate watch him walk in the hallway and gasp or start bumping into things...

Even Aoi turns slightly pink as she points at the room the hashira are in.

Although Tanjirou is still worried about the people in the hallway and considers checking if they're actually alright, but Aoi shakes her head.

"Don't worry about them."

Feeling a little bit nervous and shy out of the sudden, Tanjirou walks towards the room, takes a deep breath and slides the door open.

He doesn't know why he's so flustered, he's worn the bunny outfit many times before.

"I'm glad you're all here. I've missed you," he says, before kneeling on the ground without looking up.

However, the sudden silence worries him and Tanjirou turns his head up quickly.

They're just staring at him; Tanjirou worries because it looks like they're not blinking or even breathing for that matter. He's about to ask what's going on when he suddenly remembers there's someone who probably has no idea what's happening.

"Hi, Himejima-san," Tanjirou mumbles, feeling very shy.

"I told you to call me Gyomei, love."

Tanjirou turns bright red and he's not sure if it's because Himejima wants him to call him by his first name or because of the word 'love'.

Probably both.

"Can I sit on your lap?"

"You don't even have to ask."

Shyly, Tanjirou sits on Himejima's lap and starts nervously describing his outfit to him. He has to suppress a gasp when he finally feels the Pillar's big hands on his waist.

"This is very tight," Himejima observes before touching Tanjirou's thighs. "I bet you look gorgeous in it."

He shivers when the Pillar kisses him on the neck, reminding himself that he's actually dating ALL of them.

Part of him doesn't believe it.

"Oi! It's my turn!"

In the blink of an eye, Tanjirou's in Shinazugawa's arms, the hashira smirks before he squeezes Tanjirou's thighs as he bites the redhead's cheek gently.

"I do love your thighs. You look amazing with this..."

Even though Tanjirou makes a mortified sound, he realizes that he likes the attention.

"I'm really glad you decided to put it on, after all," Kocho whispers in his ear, sweetly pulling him towards her. "You're breathtaking, love."

When Tomioka kisses him in the center of his chest and Tanjirou feels his face like it's on fire, he thinks that maybe he was not that prepared for that kind of attention.

It's even worse when Kanroji starts placing quick kisses all the way from the back of his hand to his shoulder while Iguro finally takes his bandages off so he can bite Tanjirou's earlobe.

Tokito is shy at first, but he ends up enthusiastically tracing Tanjirou's back with his fingers.

"You have to wear this for my wives too," Uzui whispers against Tanjirou's lips before kissing him. He's surprisingly careful and patient.

Rengoku is different, he kisses Tanjirou like he's starving and the boy moans again (he's lost count of the times he's done that since he walked into the room). He feels the Pillar's fingers tugging lightly at his hair before looking up at those fiery eyes.

"Wait. Did you walk around the estate in this?"

"Just down the hallway..."

"Did someone see you?"

"Just a couple of people..."

Rengoku pulls him closer as the others protest, no one seems to like the idea.

"But a lot of people saw me in this when I worked in that place–"

"But now you're ours and we don't share," Rengoku whispers before kissing him again, this time taking Tanjirou's breath away.

He shouldn't like them being possessive, but he does, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Tanjirou ends up with a lot of hickeys on his neck and shoulders, lips red and little bit swollen because of how many times they kissed him.

He goes back to his room with Rengoku's haori all over him. And he blushes even more when Nezuko looks at him.

"I don't know why I'm surprised..."

"Please don't say anything!"

***

The next day Tanjirou wears something that covers his neck and avoids skirts at all costs because he has marks of fingers on his legs.

The hashira are not that happy to see he made sure to hide all those love bites, but Tanjirou is too shy to have all the people in the estate know what happened.

However, they stop pouting after Tanjirou gives them a couple of kisses and hugs. They're so content they decide to make breakfast and tea.

He promises to wear the outfit more often, although maybe only on special occasions if that's the reaction he's going to get every single time he wears it.

***

You can read Part X and Part XI on my patreon already! <3

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[libbee]

Astro observations (October 2022: part 1)

Sun in aries in 1st house (aries ascendant+sun in 1st house) men make YouTube videos as a hobby. They are also egoistic and self centered in a materialistic way.

Saturn in 9th house is the hallmark of PhD scholar. These natives always have a higher education degree and stay in college for a long time.

Saturn in 9th house natives also are born into super religious family but when they grow up they become atheists and start to explore their own philosophy.

Moon in 3rd house natives love to text, talk on phone call a lot. You can find them chatting with someone most hours of their day.

Sun in aries natives especially men are prone to be fuckboys and date many girls by way of manipulation. Most of the girls are in young age because these men are attracted to physical looks. They show a sense of entitlement too when it comes to dating young girls without any remorse for what they do. It also happens that they act this way to feel masculine because of their moms being very controlling and infantilizing them. So they use girls to feel powerful and strong. This is the case of immature ones btw. A mature aries native man plays sports to feel strong and powerful. Instead of using girls, he uses physical activities like sports to be competitive and ego boost.

Immature Aries natives men also use girls for ego boost and not really for emotional connection or partnership. They date many girls for attention and ego boost. Scorpio girls can be perfect target for them because these girls give doormat people pleasing energy. These girls can be codependendent that Aries men like as being "needed" as a hero.

Sun in 12th house natives have an unavailable father owing to his work or personality or death. But these natives have an imagination of their father figure in their head that they tend to idealize. Despite father being absent they don't really worry about it because emotionally they feel connected to an ideal father figure.

Sun in 12th house natives also grow up in a large household, usually a big house with riches and resources. A comfort childhood although absent father. They have a rich imagination life too.

Moon in 8th house natives in whichever sign are prone to self realize and enlighten in their lives. When they discover the impact of their mother's behaviour and that their mother had personality disorder/emotional instability. These natives also carry the learned behaviours from their mother unconsciously. They will reach self awareness and change themselves during the time period of the dispositor of 8th house.

How to see which area of your life will be active with astro? Check out the Vimshottari dasha chart. Any good website is fine. Whichever planet is running its Mahadasha--find in your birth chart where its sign is placed. For eg, if you're running mercury mahadasha, check out which houses are occupied by Gemini and Virgo. Now, which planets are placed in these houses? Check out the signs of these planets and in which house they are placed. You can then check out antardasha as well. And so on.

Sun in 7th house natives lack self esteem. They cant stand being alone. Always needing to be around others and especially being in romantic relationship. In the early days of dating, they will attract narcissists in their life, especially if the 1st house is empty too. Then they will mature and find self esteem. Even then they will attract self centered partners but there will not be ego clashes because natives have matured already.

Sun in 7th house natives find themselves through reflection in other people. They don't know who they are until they project their own unconscious personality traits on other people and see what clicks with them.

Sun in 7th house or 10th house are a good position for public service career.

Saturn in 8th house can be a really sad placement. Being a karmic planet in a karmic house is a combination that leads to delays, hardships, poor quality of life, emotional stagnant, fear of occult, fear of transformation, ageing faster than usual, prolonged disease, sudden life transformations.

All moon in 8th house natives can unite for psychological studies, spiritual insights and being perceptive of emotions. They do really like to talk about psychological topics with their peers.

[my-soul-sings]

ahhh i would love a a sequel!!! would also love to hear your thoughts on artem’s birthday card as well if you’re up for it

ahhhh thanks anon! ok i'll get cracking haha <3

on his birthday card... I think I just didn't get the whole conflict thing. If anyone wants to explain it to me please feel free, perhaps I'm just not understanding this right.

So a couple things:

Firstly, the whole thing about Artem needing help to resign from Themis Law Firm as the cover story didn't make any sense at all lmao. It's not something that a third party like Ellice White can help with since he's literally not in the law firm. And resigning is just something the partner/associate can decide to do on their own. Unless, the issue is whether Artem will be allowed to take his clients with him (since the firm will technically be losing its clients to him if he does that) - but that's not what was mentioned in the story so I really don't know what they were trying to do here. I just don't think this game understands how law firms work? Or maybe something was lost in translation. Idk. But yeah they could have come up with a better cover story than this (eg. needing Ellice White's help to influence the outcome of a case).

Secondly, Artem seems to be concerned about things that aren't actually related: (1) The fact that people around him (including the people he looked up to) could change for the worse and (2) what MC thinks of him (because he was able to play the role of the villain so well i guess).

I mean (1) is fair, although it seems like a very juvenile thing to be upset about at his age. With the things you see as you grow older I think you just kind of accept that people can / will change as a matter of fact, and that many people aren't actually good people (idk as a lawyer I've seen shit and I imagine Artem would/should have as well). So yes maybe someone you looked up to might change down the road but it's also not something he should have to consider because it's all hypothetical. I get being shocked by the fact that eg. Ellice White changed so much, but I can't really see why it would cause such a seismic shift in his mood.

As for (2)... really didn't understand this part because by now Artem and MC have been dating and you'd think he'd know what she thinks of him and his character already?? WHY IS THIS SOMETHING HE'S QUESTIONING AT THIS STAGE. THEY'VE WORKED WITH EACH OTHER FOR SO LONG, IF THE RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE-FOR-ALL SAINT MC THOUGHT HE WAS A BAD GUY SHE WOULDN'T HAVE CHOSEN TO DATE HIM AT ALL. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH. It's like I'm reading a shoujo manga and with the female lead constantly second-guessing the male lead's feelings for her at every single plot point. Did not like this!! And then he was also scared that maybe he might change? That, well, I mean, going rogue is a conscious decision you make and it's hypothetical and just... don't be corrupt..? You'll be fine Artem. Trust me.

And for my last point it's actually more of a question because MC gets shocked when she sees the video interview of Artem when he just won that old case as a young attorney because it's different from what he told her but ??? I didn't get it. At all. I don't even understand how different it was from what he told her. Maybe someone with a full brain can explain this to the half-brained me haha.

So yep. These are my thoughts on Artem's birthday card. If anyone is better able to break this down in a way that makes this story make sense please do share!! But yeah overall I remember being SUPER disappointed with this card story and just annoyed because one of the reasons I like Artem is because he's supposed to be more mature, notwithstanding his hilarious lack of experience in his love life. But the things that he gets worried about in this card story just seem so juvenile and not very well thought out. Feels like the writers just decided to give him an internal conflict for shits and giggles instead of the usual "here's a secret talent you never knew Artem had, now go off on a new, different activity today for this card story" approach. T_T

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 7, Part 5

Reece is in his final year of high school. As much fun as his genius self has with study, he's also working on getting to know his boyfriend Samir who finds it hard to open up and be around more than one person at a time.

In this part Reece and Samir continue their date and discuss their dynamics. Harvey's hair ages and Reece goes bowling with his friends before completing his final day of high school.

Reece: What do I get if I win

Samir: What do you want

Reece: You know what I want

Samir: I think you're trying to throw me off blondie

Reece: Guilty

Samir: *chuckles*

Reece: Have you... played ping pong before

Samir: Me

Reece: Yeah, I know you said you tried to kiss that boy

Samir: I did, years ago

Samir: You won the game, good boy

Reece: Must you keep distracting me

Samir: I like seeing you flustered

Reece: I want to talk about this you know

Samir: Okay. We'll talk about it then

Reece: I haven't played ping pong with anyone before. Have you

Samir: Does solo ping pong count

Reece: No

Samir: I have not played ping pong with anyone before. Feel good now

Reece: I don't know

Samir: I've played ping pong while thinking of you though

Reece doesn't know what to say to that but feels oddly proud.

Reece: I mean... did I make it a good game

Samir: You made it a great ping pong game

Reece can feel himself blushing and buries his head in Samir's neck to try hide it. Since he's already there he begins a series of kisses along his collarbone.

Samir: You're blushing

Reece: You can't see my face

Samir: I can feel the heat in your cheeks, plus I'm learning how to make you blush

Reece: Can we please go play ping pong

Samir: Good manners, but not yet. How about some space invaders

Reece: Fine Mr bossypants

Samir: *chuckles* watch your left

Reece: Die UFOs! I think there's one-

Samir: I see it

The two launch a solid attack on the invaders, but eventually it's GAME OVER

Samir: We do make a good team

Reece: Are we a weird team

Samir: I'm not a genius. I don't follow

Reece: I like it when you take the lead, and when you praise me it feels like I'm the most important person in the world. And you're this shy guy who is also somehow the most commanding person I've ever met

Samir chuckles and kisses Reece on the forehead lovingly.

Samir: Blondie you really haven't researched much ping pong have you

Reece: I've been a bit busy researching football

Samir: Ah. Well allow me to explain. There are different techniques, and what works for one player wont work for another

Samir: It's about finding the technique that works for you, nothing weird about that. People play differently. Like you said, we fit together

Reece: You remember that?

Samir: I remember everything you say, although you do say a lot sometimes

Reece: I can work on that

Samir: Don't change. For me, or anyone

Reece: Why not

Samir: Because I love you just the way you are

Reece wonders if he was hearing things but Samir keeps smiling at him.

Samir: Speechless blondie

Reece: I guess you just take my breath away sometimes

Samir: Good

Samir sweeps Reece into his arms and begins to kiss him. Reece feels his worries slip away

Reece can't quite understand how the guy who hates crowds seems to have no problem romancing him in public. It must be because when they're together everything else just becomes background noise.

Reece: Wait

Samir: What? Are you still hurt

Reece: No, I just... love you to

Samir: *chuckles* good boy

Carson wakes up feeling scared. He had an awful nightmare about monsters chasing him. Kayleigh notices he seems off. He recounts as best he can and both Kayleigh and Reece agree it sounds awful. Carson is worried he could have it again but Kayleigh assures him they'll look in to it if it does.

Harvey spends the day working from home, in the loosest possible sense. He takes time to sail around to various fishing spots, and tries some land spots as well. He manages to catch an endangered Leopard Shark and doesn't hesitate to release it back to the vast ocean. Hopefully it'll survive the temporary abduction.

Kayleigh spends her day off work painting and selling. She makes several masterpieces, and duplicates of ones she already has. She only keeps one of each masterpiece for display. Her hard work boosts her celebrity level to 4 stars. That's right, she's a proper celebrity now!

It's not all work however and Mr and Mrs Foster use the time with an empty house to have some woohoo. Using the bathroom afterwards Harvey is shocked to discover his blonde hair is now grey. He had hoped to avoid grey for a few more years but it's caught him, he is 60 after all.

After school the crew heads to a bowling alley. After much glitching, I mean... discussion it's decided Reece will bowl first on the left and Deanna will do the first run on the right.

Reece: This is just physics. I can- omw I dropped it

Samir: Do-over?

Reece: Right! I didn't drop it in the lane

Deanna: Let's go

Paris: You got this babe

Noe: You must be glad to be done with high school

Samir: Mmhm

Noe: You keeping busy

Samir: *shrugs*

Deanna: I knocked some down!

Paris: *cheers*

Reece: Let me get the right angle

Tamika: Just bowl already

Reece: Don't boss me around!

Samir: *chuckles to self*

Reece: Damn it, I missed 1

Samir: You got 9

Deanna: Now you two are all official and everything we should see more of you Samir

Samir: Hmm

Paris: We could double date

Samir: Maybe

Deanna: Come on, I'm Reece's best friend and I hardly know you

Samir: Mmhm

Reece: We'll get back to you De, don't worry

Noe: Finally, my turn

Tamika: No way, it's my go

Noe: Paper scissors rock?

Tamika: You always cheat

Reece: How do you cheat at paper scissors rock

Noe: Fine, you go, just make sure to tell dad I let you

Tamika: Out of the way everyone

...

Reece: Hey, you okay

Samir: People

Reece: We don't have to stay

Samir: No. We stay as long as you're happy. I can handle some discomfort

Reece: You'll like them when you get to know them

Samir: You like them, so I will, individually

Reece: Thank you for coming, I feel better when you're around

Samir: Anything to keep you happy blondie

Deanna: Okay you two, say cheese!

High school is drawing to a close and Tamika bids it goodbye with some light pranking. Reece already has a bunch of photos with Deanna, so he snaps some commemorative ones with Noe and Tamika. Paris is upset they'll all be graduating, leaving her doing her last year alone, so pouts for her picture.

Final exams, never anyone's favourite. Unless you're Reece and relish the chance to show off your smarts. Lunch passes quickly and before he knows it, Reece is closing the book on his high school experience.

Samir takes Reece out to celebrate and what do you know, they end up by the tunnel of love. The pier seems to be deserted again, the rain must be keeping other sims away. The couple take another trip in the cuddle carts and use the opportunity to mess around a bit, just enough to light up the sign.

Samir: You did it blondie, high school is done

Reece: I'm pretty sure I aced the exams

Samir: I know you did

Reece: I feel safe with you. Do you feel safe with me

Samir: Of course

Reece: Then tell me why you were having a rough time the other day. You're not the only one who can remember

Samir: I was going to talk to you about that

Reece: Were you really

Samir: Yes. I was just waiting

Reece: For what

Samir: *chuckles* for you not to be a high schooler

Reece: Really?

Samir: Let me take you someplace

Reece: Where

Samir: Somewhere important blondie

Reece: If it's with you, I'm in, all the way

Previous Part ... Next Part

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

im really confused bc i thought i was aro but i think i felt some romantic attraction to a cis boy in my school and and he is really nice but i promised myself i would never date/kiss/etc cis people bc it would make me feel super uncomfortable and now i found out he is straight too which is worse but im still confused about wether or not this was romantic attraction because im very likely autistic and have trouble identifying my own feelings and understanding what's happening with the people around me, understanding what I actually want and don't want and knowing what's the right thing to do in certain moments and im confused really confused (this boy gave signals of being queer like: being friends with queer people, holding my hand, painting his nails, talking to me- im openly trans and some people just pretend i don't exist because of it, letting me brush his hair and idk this is more confusing, why is a cishet man doing those things ¿ it doesn't make sense in my mind but idk if he's happy like that I suppose we will just let him be) another thing to consider is that his brother was there when he said he was straight and his brother is always trying to make him "less weird " or something like that and he never says "no" to his brother, idk i think i don't actually care if he likes me back or not, because i would never feel comfortable anyway I've been wondering if i actually feel romantic attraction, if i actually not or if im frayrom(feeling romantic attraction when you barely know someone and then that attraction fades) or something, idk :[ i also have trouble with gender dysphoria because my teacher said some horrible things about me and i just said some other horrible transphobic things about myself in front of some classmates because of it and since then :[ idk i don't like this and i don't know what to do and when I have trouble with being queer in this world I always come to this blog to ask you because you seem to always know something, like a reliable queer teacher that will help you if you need it, sorry for this :[

Hi anon

I'm going to try to answer this but I'm not sure how much help I can be particularly about the 'are you experiencing romantic attraction' part since I'm aromantic and autistic as well so I don't really know what romantic attraction is either and am really bad at reading people so I can't really even properly suggest whether you're perhaps not aromantic after all or what this boy's interest in you may mean. Maybe someone else who does experience it can weigh in on that. Although I do think perhaps to some degree it doesn't really always matter that much, trying to neatly divide up and define and label everything. I do get that these things are confusing, that people in general actually are really confusing especially if you're neurodivergent, and sometimes we want to try to put labels on things as a way to try to make things that bit easier to understand but I think too sometimes you can get too caught up in worrying about 'am I this or am I actually that' when in reality I think our feelings and emotions aren't ever that neat and easy to define and pin down and put into organised little boxes, like there's always going to be a lot of overlap between 'friendship' and 'romance'; there are going to be things that people who are 'just' friends and people who are romantically involved with each other both do. I understand the importance of labels to many people of course but I do think sometimes people feel like they have to rush to put a neat precise label onto themselves and it's this huge deal to pick the right one as soon as possible because they'll be stuck with it forever then and then sometimes they start to think actually they picked the wrong one and that really confuses and stresses them out, when it doesn't actually matter, if you try out and discard several labels before you find the right one. It's fine to question, it's fine to try things out and experiment with labels and throw away the ones that don't work, it's fine too if something fits you to start with but then something about you changes and that original thing doesn't fit you any more. It may be really confusing but really it's no big deal particularly not in the grand scheme of things - people make mistakes, or people change, that's just life really, that's how we grow and develop, and ultimately labels are there to be used only if you find them helpful and useful to you, so frayromantic for instance; maybe you are or maybe you aren't but if you decide that you are you still don't have to use that label for yourself if you don't really find it helpful to you.

When it comes to the idea of dating or kissing or whatever with cis people, I do get being wary of cis people in general because so much bigotry and hate does come from cis people but I do feel more like personally if it did come to considering having a close relationship of some sort with someone I would have to judge people as individuals not as a whole (because honestly there are many cis people who are amazing, accepting and knowledgeable [about trans issues] trans allies and there are trans people who are very bigoted and hateful even towards other trans people so... I'm not saying you not wanting to do anything 'intimate' with cis people is wrong by the way, if that's how you still feel that's totally understandable, but like with the labels, if you want to change your mind about that that's fine too; you're allowed to break that promise to yourself if you want to).

The straight thing or the issue of sexuality in general would be more the part that could be an issue for me and I can see more where your discomfort with that part of someone might come from because presumably it may imply if he is attracted to you he's not perceiving you as your actual gender. I think perhaps if you reach a point where you do feel that maybe you are attracted to each other in some sort of maybe romantic way and you want to pursue some sort of 'romantic' relationship with him, that would be something you would need to talk over between you so you both know better where you stand on things like is there a possibility he isn't actually straight after all? How does he actually view your gender and is he accepting of what your gender truly is? Would you be comfortable dating a straight person when them being straight may effectively be misgendering you? If not would he be prepared to change the way he labels his sexuality to avoid misgendering you? Though if you absolutely don't want a more 'intimate' relationship with this guy then these things probably don't matter so much and it's probably not something you do need to be worrying about too much.

Also of course it is possible this guy isn't actually straight after all, or is at least questioning his sexuality, though I don't think that things like painting his nails is inherently a queer thing, maybe it's just an alternative fashion type thing. But if perhaps he is at least questioning his own sexuality that could be another reason why he likes hanging out with you and other queer people, because as well as just enjoying being friends with you he feels safer with you.

I'm afraid I don't really know anything about frayromanticism so maybe you need to search for more frayromantic people and see if their experiences seem to match yours.

I will also point out though that being aromantic doesn't necessarily mean never having a 'romantic' relationship since attraction (or lack of) and actions are different things. I mean don't let yourself get pushed into things you genuinely don't want to do or be rushed into things you think you might like but are still unsure about but if you like someone and they seem to like you, maybe you'd still want to do certain things with them even if you're not actually romantically attracted to them, maybe you just enjoy holding hands/kissing/going on dates/whatever and that wouldn't inherently/automatically mean you're not actually aromantic, and so long as you're properly communicating with each other about your feelings and your boundaries and everything that's fine. (But of course it's fine if you never want to date/kiss/have sex with/whatever else with anyone else too.)

I am sorry for what you've been through with the teacher. I don't know what your exact situation is i.e. what country or culture you're in and what kind of support network (i.e. family, other friends, local queer organisations, doctors or therapists etc who can help you in 'real life' with your gender dysphoria, etc) you have and I don't know whether a teacher behaving like that would be illegal or at least broadly condemned by society or whether it would be just accepted or ignored by most people but I think their behaviour is something you should seek help and advice with from someone who is better placed to do something about that, and ideally an official complaint about this teacher should be made to someone higher up than them if that is possible for you (or someone acting on your behalf) to do. Whether it's related to something like their queerness or not, a teacher making horrible remarks about a student is a cruel and despicable thing for them to do, it is bullying and they should be punished for that and ideally you shouldn't have to have them as a teacher any more. If there isn't any real way out of that situation though please try to ignore them; try not to take to heart the things this teacher said; try not to internalise their hatred and prejudices because they are wrong and you are so much better than that teacher is. I do hope there is a way out of that situation though and also that you can start to figure things out about your attraction a bit more soon.

Tiger

[frostyhelltime]

Alastor Realizes He Has Feelings For You Part 1

Alastor x GN!Reader

AN: A lovely anon sent in a request for a few of the guys realizing they have feelings for the reader, and Alastor's got...so far away from me that I decided to give him his own post, and I'll link this in the ask I actually answer. I just had so much fun writing Alastor freaking the hell out once he realizes.

HERE is the link for the ask if anyone is curious to see this prompt with Lucifer or Vox.

UPDATE: I made a part 2 lol

Alastor

In order of which of the guys notices first, Alastor realizes it dead last.

Which makes sense. He had long thought himself incapable of such feelings toward someone. There had never been anyone he had felt that particular inclination towards before, so he assumes at first that what he has with you is just…a very intense friendship, almost like him and Rosie, just with some odd caveats.

Once he does realize he'll immediately go to Rosie for some advice since it's…clearly not his area of expertise.

He doesn't even notice it, someone else points it out to him.

He's in a piss poor mood as he goes about the hotel. He hasn't yet figured out it's because you've been too busy to see him for the past four days.

Until someone gets mad enough at him to talk back.

Alastor is sitting in the lobby, impatiently tapping his foot as he wallows and waits, sipping a glass of rye as Husk made a point to only come over to his side of the bar when it looked like he needed something.

Alastor was struggling, trying to figure out why his mood has been so sour these past few days. Things had been fine, delightful even! The hotel was taken care of, his broadcasts went well, why he even went for a nice stroll in Cannibal Town to visit Rosie. By all means a perfect few days.

So why was his patience for everything wearing oh so thin? He sighs a moment and makes a sound almost like a growl to himself as he tries to puzzle this out. This was so infuriatingly perplexing!

It isn't much longer until Angel Dust is so fed up with Alastor ruining the good mood of the bar as he tries to flirt with Husk that he actually addresses the Overlord.

“Look Smiles. Just because you're all sad ya lovely little lover has been too busy to even say hi the past few days, doesn't mean you've gotta take it out on us. I'm trying to hit on the barman but your pissy mood is killing it.” Angel says, throwing a hand up from the other side of the bar. 

“Operative word here being try, not succeeding at.” Husk says dryly, closer to Angel’s side.

“Yeah yeah. You secretly adore me. Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.” Angel winks at him as Alastor tries to decipher what it is Angel just said.

“...Lover?” He asks, trying to clarify, tilting his head to the side. He's so flummoxed he even stops tapping his foot. He says it like someone sounding out a foreign word for the first time.

“...Are they not your lover?” Angel raises an eyebrow, putting his drink down a moment. “I mean the way you two act…I thought you were dating and just keeping it a secret.” Angel shrugs, and only then does it click Angel is talking about you. There's no one else in the hotel that he's consistently friendly enough with that that mistake could happen.

Once he figures it out he just cackles a moment, deep and loud, with his free hand over his stomach as he fails to contain his amusement.

“Oh my dear Angel, no!” He says, chuckling a little more before continuing, shaking his head. “They're just a very dear friend.” Alastor explains, waving off the idea. “Besides why would I be upset they haven't been around? I don't see Rosie every day and I'm perfectly fine.” He says, although he doesn't really need to explain himself to them anyway.

But it doesn't seem to convince Angel who just looks at him with skepticism.

“Surely you jest! What evidence have I possibly given to suggest they are more than a dear friend?” Alastor asks, sure Angel has nothing concrete.

“Well, for starters, they can touch you whenever and however they want. You let them in your personal bubble and you fucking hate people being in your personal bubble.” Angel begins to explain, holding a finger up.

“I'm the same way with Rosie, and Mimzy, to a degree.” Alastor shoots down that theory easily.

“You've been in an increasingly shit mood with  a short fuse since they've been too busy to see you.” Angel tries again, holding up a second finger.

“Preposterous. I don't know why I'm in such a frustrated mood, but I assure you it isn't them. Perhaps I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever and need to spend more time out and about in the city…?” The last bit is mostly Alastor's own suggestion to himself. "Perhaps too much time in the hotel..?" He continues wondering aloud.

Angel just rolls his eyes and sighs, rubbing his forehead with a free hand a moment.

“You get them presents! And do things for them without ever asking for a deal!” Angel tries again, holding up a third finger, but Alastor just shakes his head.

“I won't deny I do that, but I fail to see the connection between that behavior and them supposedly being my lover.” Alastor shakes his head, finding Angel's arguments far too easy to poke holes into.

Angel thinks he's about to scream with how absolutely daft this guy was in regards to his emotions apparently.

“You let them in your radio station, even when you're broadcasting, have picnics in your freaky weird swamp thing in your room, smile so much brighter as soon as you catch sight of them! You obviously have a big fat crush on them!” Angel almost shouts, standing and throwing all four arms up in absolute and utter exasperation.

"Am I fucking crazy or what? I can't be the only one who sees this?!" Angel sighs heavily as he turns to Husk who shakes his head.

"I'm not getting involved in this." Is all Husk says, although he stays close to Angel, as if to protect him should something go wrong.

“...None of that is something you would only do with a lover and not a friend.” Is all Alastor says through his smile. Not a denial of any of those actions, he has done all of those things. But he still thinks Angel is jumping to some rather far fetched conclusions.

Husk just knows Angel is right, but knows there's no way of convincing the guy unless it hits him right in the face, and Husk knows something you feel over a crush that you don't with a friend.

Jealousy.

“I don't even know why you're bothering trying to set them up Angel. They already have a hot date this weekend anyway so what does it matter if he has a crush on them or not?” Husk says so casually, it comes across like it could only be true. He curses at himself in his head for saying he wouldn't get involved and then immediately doing so before Angel Dust could upset Alastor.

There's a loud pop of static that sounds off from Alastor's direction, and Husk thinks he's right on the edge of making him realize.

“No kiddin’? Man. That blows Smiles. Sorry.” Angel blinks, slumping a bit before sitting back down and drinking. “Huh. I wonder if that's why they asked me for outfit advice the other day? Said they really wanted to wow someone.” Angel taps his glass as he thinks, having absolutely no idea if Husk is lying, but playing along anyway.

“How’d they ask them out anyway?” Angel asks curiously, because if it's true he does want to know, and if it isn't he's sure the answer will rile Alastor up anyway.

“Some newbie sinner approached them while they were grabbing a snack from that bakery they like, and said something about having a crush on them and asked them out to some jazz show or something, I don't remember. They seemed pretty excited.” Husk says as he refills Angel's drink now. However Alastor's drink just shatters in his hand at this information and he just looks down in surprise.

He hadn't been holding it that tight, had he? He looks equally confused and irritated at the mess of glass and rye on the bar top and in his hands. But why was he upset? He was never upset whenever Rosie got a new husband. He couldn't actually be jealous could he? Just the very idea makes him want to scoff. He doesn't get jelaous. But the image of you on some date with some pathetic unworthy creature as you laughed at their jokes and leaned in closer, hand gently on their arm as you pressed your lips against thei-

He's standing up, letting out a deep breath to calm himself, clearly upset as he let his thoughts run away from him. He turns to look at the two there and sees them looking quite scared, and covering their ears. Oh. His static was exceptionally loud right now, wasn't it? He quickly fixes that and adjusts his jacket with tight hands. He doesn't even bother to think of an excuse as he melts into the shadows, appearing in the bog in his room, pacing rapidly.

“Surely…not?” He asks himself aloud as he paces amongst the trees, allowing himself to feel the full panic and upset now that he was behind closed doors. He's rubbing his chin as he thinks, trying to logically figure this out.

“Why do I care if they date someone?” He asks himself, gripping his head as if it hurts from trying to figure out this riddle. He thinks his head actually is starting to hurt, since the answer was beginning to dawn on him, and it was terrifyingly uncharted territory. “No, no. Impossible. I'm confused. Perhaps I'm ill?” He suggests, taking his hands down, bringing one hand up to feel his forehead.

“....That excuse sounds absolutely pathetic.” He grits out, fist swinging and demolishing a tree in his way. But it doesn't make him feel any better. Doesn't make him feel any more in control. The more he thinks about it the more he realizes that on the surface, his interactions with you and Rosie are a little different.

When he gets Rosie presents it's just a simple “Here you are dear! I thought of you!” And then they share a laugh as she thanks him. But when he gives you a present, he waits eagerly, eyes scrutinizing every aspect of your being as you open it. His posture is stiff but practiced as he awaits your reaction, only relaxing when he sees the ecstatic smile on your face as you begin to thank him.

He doesn't mind Rosie touching him, and in fact on some days actually quite enjoys it. But with you he wants it, moves instinctively towards your touch instead of away.

Fuck. That stupid spider was right, he realized with a swell of panic and fear at this new unknown variable.

He…loves you? It still didn't sound right, but the more he thought about it the more he realizes it could only unfortunately be true. When had you wrapped him around your little finger so tightly? And how hadn't he realized?!

He's even more upset now at how far gone he was on you without realizing. The radio demon has a weakness. Even just thinking the phrase makes the sensation of bile rise in his throat and he has to sit down a moment to collect himself again.

His entire body is stiff and agitated as he tries to come to terms with this. Until he hears a knock on his door.

“Alastor? Are you in there? It's me. Husk said you seemed like you were in a sour mood. So I thought I would come check on you. Can I come in?” Your voice rings through the door crystal clear and he sucks in a breath and pays attention to his reactions now.

His stiff muscles began to relax and soften, the frustration that was so unbearable he had begun tearing apart trees seemed so…distant now. Surely an over exaggeration to lose his cool like that. He sighs and looks down. 

Angel had been right.

But…now that he knows…all he needs to do now is get you wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was around yours. There is no danger of feeling jealousy or rejection or heartbreak or of him possibly being controlled by you or anything of the sort if he ensures you fall for him as splendidly as he has apparently fallen for you.

With that in mind he stands now, ready to face you with this new knowledge. He's dusting himself off and then opening his door, smiling at you in the typically charming way he knows had a tendency to make people swoon when he was alive, and even now in death. Just because he hadn't had an interest in dating didn't mean he didn't know how to charm someone. 

“How kind to come check on me.” He drawls almost sweetly as he snatches your hand as gently as possible before bringing it to his lips, eyes half-lidded as he peers at you, studying your expression. He feels confident from the sound of the slight intake of your breath and the small flush of red dusting your cheeks that he very well still has a chance to edge out any competition for your affections.

“Well now my dear I'm in a much less sour mood now that I have such exquisite company. If you're not too tired I would love to know what's captured your time so much these past few days. Come on in.” His smile is charming, a predator seeming to eye his unaware prey as he opens the door further to let you in, your eager smile mollifying him for the moment.

[goth-automaton]

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

(also I don't know if its okay to ask those about your former fandom, you can also just put the answer in my askbox, I wouldn't make it public, but you can also just answer this with your current fics obviously)

Hello! 💜

First thing: don't worry about asking about my former fandom! As long as it's not named and I can't be tracked easily (at least not by people, who weren't there), I'm fine with talking about it. ^^

And about the asks...

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

My teenage writing. Holy fuck, that was bad. (Although, I have to admit, young Kiki had some clever ideas).

And from published fics... Kill me, but my first mafia multichapter. I cringe every time I think about it, like, holy shit... Okay, I don't write to improve myself, but I can still see progress I made, especially when compared to how "Obituary..." is turning out. Or my Febuwhump fics. Hoooooly fuuuuuuuuck. Another embarrassing thing about this AU is how I'll never finish it... I hate leaving stuff unfinished. T^T

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I don't think so tbh. I write primarily for myself, not for readers, sorry.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Hoooooooo boiiiiiiiii! *pulls out a whole list* Crack (I know it has a lot of meaning, but tbh I hate this term), most amnesia related tropes, any timey-wimey stuff, fake dating... Miscommunication is on veeeeeery thin ice. Slow burn, most pining-related tropes... Generally, not a fan of they-start-not-dating-but-later-get-together. I mean... I can incorporate it on the side, but not as a main thing. Let's be honest, I'm an established relationship bitch, lol.

There is more, but at this point I can't recall them. Heh. In my defence, I slept 3h tonight. ^^"

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I don't think so... Tropes, yes, but tags? Rather not... I like "no beta we die like [something funny]", but rarely use it. I don't usually have a beta, so it makes more sense to me to tag fics, that were beated, lol.

But I'm still really fond of tags on "The Dollhouse". (And this fic in general!)

Thank you! 💜

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Moon boys dating with a Reader is already mom

This request warmed my heart I don't know why but I loved it!

Marc Spector:

*He doesn't have a lot of problems socializing, except when it comes to children. When he meets your child, he gets a little nervous, doesn't mind if they're a toddler or a little older.

*You may think he's about to run away, you've experienced that thins before, but this time your senses are wrong.

*"I'm sorry about my... behavior, is just I'm not... I don't know how to engage with kids, I haven't had my own so..." (plus, the fact most of his childhood memories are stained with sadness, pain and -well, trauma)

*Rather goes to dates where you're in charge, and he observes in silence to learn about how to treat your little one. Sometimes he's so shy that you often listen the question of "Why does your friend doesn't talk, mom?"

*He's not the type of man who thinks gaining the girl means gaining the kid first, his autenthicity in that field makes you comfortable around him, specially since you've grown to be overprotective with both your child and you. World can be mean with single mothers.

*But Marc makes you feel independent and protected at the same time. He doesn't do or say things to rush your relationship, he tries really hard to show his soft side to your little one and, the first time he accepts to hold them or do a very small, quick task with them, you can see he treats them like they're made of porcelain, something precious he must handle carefully.

Jake Lockley:

*I've mentioned in previous headcanon he dreams of a family. You probably met in a random place and he began to court you, though you were a little worried about his reaction once he found out about your child.

*But instead of going nuts or run, he showed a lot of interest and even suggested to go together to a little date... before remembering he's not the "soft" kind and his main features are linked with violence and stuff.

*Not like that's going to stop him, anyways. He's so enthusiastic he manages to mix time with you and your little one. Like, you're in a park walk, talking and stuff, and he sees the ducks and swans and immediately drives you both to the lake to feed them, teaching your child how to do it.

*Sometimes he daydreams about a crazy scenario in which he rescues your kid (while doing his vigilante work) and, as a reward, you allow him to, you know, go deeper... in the relationship, I mean *cough*

*Probably his dream comes true if, for some reason, you have a problem with your child's father. Perhaps he's the kind of man who tends to dissapear for months and when shows up again, demands for a lot of privileges he doesn't deserve, and can be really annoying. Oh, but you're not alone this time, Jake's around, and you don't even need to mention him about this. He knows.

*Although Jake craves deep inside with a normal life, he knows himself very well. He'll step on to protect you and your little family with all his might until that donkeyhead vanishes forever... or ends up in a hospital, whatever it takes.

*"I didn't do this to gain your favor, (Y/N), I did this because I want you to be happy... conmigo o con otro"

Steven Grant:

*He probably met you at the Museum. You were there, staring at the objects, carrying with a little toddler who looks like you like two waterdrops. He's just as kind and polite as usual, but it becomes obvious, after some minutes in which even his boss nags him for "bugging visitors", you liked each other a lot.

*In this case, he thinks he's the one who has no chance with you. "She's a mom, it means she has... a life, you get it? Why would she spend her time with a weirdo like me?" (yeah, he's talking with Crowley again)

*So, when he receives a call from you, he cannot believe it. "A-are you sure you got the right number?" "Uh, yes? Aren't you Steven from the museum?" "Yes, yes, I am, I just... fine, fine, you wanna go to a -uh, child friendly place or something? For your little one, I mean"

*The first dates you let your child with a very good friend of yours, and when you finally ask Steven if he's okay with meeting your kid, he's glad to. And then his mind spits like eigh places where you can go together, the three of you.

*He doesn't try to get the "suddenly father-like attitude", he keeps his distance and is very respectful, but you can see he has a special talent to engage with kids.

*Yes, when your relationship becomes formal, he likes to give you small and cute gifts, and sometimes also brings something for you child, probably something he bought with his employee discount in the museum because "I think they'd like this little Anubis to guard their bedroom".

*Sometimes you wonder if Steven is as real as he seems. He's kind, funny, curious, treats you and your little one with love and respect, never tries to get into your life with nosy questions or nasty advices. But he's true, and he'll be like this until you want to finish your relationship. But honestly, you won't.

[hoshikistarlette]

❛❛ Venti Dating Hcs!

✿ . .  # 💭 ◟🐰

・゜ ♡ ゜ 。　　. * ・ ♡ ° . ・゜ ♡ ゜ 。　　

૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა

🐰 . . セレストくい! ⋆ﾟ𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚜//𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍: Venti x Male!Reader

💭 . . セレストくい! ⋆ﾟ 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑//𝙰𝚜𝚔: requested by @slowkib "hello! can i request venti x immortal!male!reader? reader officially a barbatos' warrior that defend and fight for barbatos(in fairy tales), that is also true but also they are lovers. Reader tend to do commissions from adventurer's guild to pay for venti's wine's. So to the request, mb dating headcanon?"

🐰 . . セレストくい! ⋆ﾟ 𝙴𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜//𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: there is gendered names but aside from that this is complete fluff.

💭 . . セレストくい! ⋆ﾟ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗//𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: How venti is like with an Immortal!male!reader who is officially a barbatos warrior (?) and would tend to do commissions to pay for him! Just Venti being soft for reader.

🐰 . . セレストくい! ⋆ﾟ 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚙//𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you for requesting! I didn't quite understand half of it so I hope this is alright!! I don't know how to write for vent so please tell me if he is slightly OOC😭 Also sorry this took so long dear I hope you're ok with it, no beta we die like men(my original beta reader wasn't offline and I wanted to post this fast) FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DON'T FOLLOW/INTERACT!

☆｡ﾟﾉ (ゝ。∂) 🍥 うさちゃん?! 🐰💭

VENTI having a reader who would fight for him will make him fall for you more, he will happily cry from every of your sacrifice bitch marry me you being a Barbatos warrior really meant everything to him, he would cherish your love and all he would talk about is you, you are the perfect boyfriend for him, you're his precious windblume loving every part and aspect of you that he can't imagine leaving you. He tends to write songs about you. working on it all day to make it just as perfect as you, he would be glad if you compliment it sometimes earning a big grin on his face. You can tell he adores you a lot.

VENTI will act so soft and sweet with you, especially since you work hard to do commissions to pay for his wine, although he would abuse it and he ends up getting lectured by you. Having to work hard only for him sounds tiring but don't worry he will be there to cuddle with you and shower you with all his love, it was surprising at first, but he'd immediately get used to it, he loves knowing you'd pay for this drunk God. when you go do your commissions he will miss you and get all whiny, being more cuddly than usual and when he's drunk he can't stop whining about you. His heart aches without seeing you, earning a hit from rosaria telling him to shut up about you, even tho it hurts that dosen't stop him tho.

VENTI who would always talk about how you're his perfect little boyfriend, how cute you look, and even when he's drunk all he can think about is you! You always end up being the one to carry him, but that makes sense since you're his perfect boyfriend!

VENTI who'd be happy to spend the rest of his life with you, he won't worry about you leaving or dying, he can't even imagine that happening, he'd hold your hand tightly not wanting your face to disappear within his sight, afraid of losing someone important again, he'd make sure you won't get hurt even after your protest of claiming you were fine, he would wreck anymore who dares to hurt you, his precious windblume! but don't worry just your smile is enough to make him happy.

[silverynight]

How to ask a cheerleader out

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Chapter 5

"I think it's the right thing to do," Izuku whispers to Uraraka, leaning closer so no one, besides Iida, hears the conversation they're having in the hallway.

"You're saying it as if you have to do it!" His friend rolls her eyes, looking upset already. Iida nods over her shoulder.

"Uraraka is right, Midoriya."

"Ha! See?" The girl smiles triumphantly, pulling Izuku closer to her. "Now let's go!"

"I kinda want to talk to him. I still feel bad."

"Well, you shouldn't. Feeling bad for rejecting someone you don't like is ridiculous. I mean, what were you gonna do? Date him so he doesn't get sad?"

"I just want to check on him," Izuku mumbles, looking at his scarred hands. No matter what his friends say, he still feels bad for him.

"Don't, he's a jerk. He probably doesn't feel anything anyway. Besides, I watched the whole thing, you were very kind."

Izuku shakes his head, noticing how Uraraka rolls her eyes and Iida sighs at the same time.

"It'll be just a minute."

"Fine! We'll be waiting for you!"

Izuku takes a deep breath and walks towards Monoma as he waves dismissively at his friends. Katsuki has been so kind to him lately and after his apology he has inspired Izuku to do things right, to do better. Because turning down Monoma has been haunting him this whole time, especially because the blond stormed off after Izuku tried to explain to him that he didn't see him that way.

"Hi, Monoma!" He smiles. "How are you doing?"

"My day was perfect until you showed your stupid face up," the blond grins, although the joy doesn't reach his eyes.

"Oh... it won't be long, I promise!"

"Wait. Did you come here to beg?" He smirks. "Because I'm willing to–"

"No, I'm sorry... I just wanted to apologize," Izuku cuts him off because he wants to make sure he doesn't get the wrong idea. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings. But we can still be friends if you wa–"

"Shut up!" Monoma huffs. "I don't care! I asked you out because I had nothing better to do! You didn't hurt me because I don't give a fuck about you. Now get out of my face!"

"Oh... O‐Okay."

When he turns around, he notices Iida doing his best to hold a very furious Uraraka, hissing a couple of curses in Monoma's direction.

"Did you hear that?"

"He was very loud!" Iida tells him, finally releasing the girl as soon as Monoma gets out of sight.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Izuku assures them after noticing the concern on their faces. He truly feels good because at least he knows now that he didn't actually hurt Monoma. "I'm glad he's fine."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but puts an arm over Izuku's shoulder afterwards.

"I can't understand you; I've seen you getting mad at him before... Why didn't you tell him something now?"

"It's different; the other times he was bullying someone and I couldn't just watch that happening," that was exactly one of the reasons he was so surprised to the point that he couldn't talk when Monoma asked him out; Izuku had stopped him from hurting other students so many times before that to him it didn't make sense. He thought Monoma hated him.

Well, maybe now he does.

"Are you okay, Midobro?"

Izuku was so immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't see Kirishima coming until he was right next to him, although he wasn't the only one distracted apparently because Iida and Uraraka get startled as well.

"I'm fine."

"Good. I just... I saw you talking with Monoma," Kirishima trails off, which is not very common when it comes to him. He looks nervous, but also deeply concerned, it's a little bit confusing. "He's usually a jerk to everyone so if he said something mean to you–"

"Oh, no! It wasn't about... it's not that important, really!" Izuku assures him. "I'm fine!"

"I'm glad," Kirishima nods, although he doesn't look relaxed at all. Uraraka is already narrowing her eyes at him. "Well... I'll see you later!"

"That's weird," Uraraka blurts out suddenly.

Now it's Izuku's turn to roll his eyes.

"He's just worried about me. You're reading too much into it! Come on, let's go to our next class!"

***

"I think you shouldn't ask Midoriya out."

Katsuki rolls his eyes at the sky and then again at Kirishima when shitty hair hovers over him with his eyes shadowing with ridiculous concern. They have talked about that a couple of times; his Izuku is not going to find out and Katsuki is going to give him anything he wants as soon as they start dating.

"It'll be fine!" Kaminari makes a dismissive gesture with his hand; he's been on Katsuki's side almost from the beginning and he refuses to think about that as a bad sign.

"I saw Monoma talking to him yesterday," Kirishima comments, finally collapsing next to Kaminari and Katsuki.

"So?"

"What do you mean 'So' aren't you worried about it?"

To be completely honest, Katsuki is not even sure himself how can he make it look like he's calm because he's anything but.

He's panicking at the moment. But he knows Monoma wouldn't do that because he wants to watch Katsuki failing on his own (which he won't) so it wouldn't make sense for him to tell his nerd about the bet.

Right? Katsuki has never wanted to be right in his life so bad before.

"Do you know what they were talking about?" Kaminari asks exactly what Katsuki is dying to know.

"No, but Midoriya said it wasn't important and he didn't look upset at all," shitty hair admits.

Although that's not exactly a response, it makes Katsuki feel a little bit better. Was it Monoma making fun of Izuku like he does with everyone else? That would be incredibly stupid on Monoma's part because Katsuki is more than willing to hurt him if that was the case, but at the same time, it'd be a relief.

"I should ask Mina about it. She probably knows and even if she doesn't, I'm sure she'll find out."

"Don't," Katsuki growls, feeling suddenly determined. "I'll go see Izuku myself."

He needs to know. But he's almost sure it didn't happen.

***

The relief he feels when he watches Izuku beam at him from the other side of the gym is almost overwhelming for Katsuki.

"You came to watch us practice again, Kacchan?" The nerd is already pulling away from a confused Todoroki (which makes Katsuki feel incredibly smug) and rushing towards him happily.

"I only came to see you," he admits, surprising Izuku and himself in the process; he watches as the nerd's freckles disappear under a lovely blush, knowing he's probably as red as Izuku is at the moment.

"Really?" Izuku looks so pleased Katsuki thinks that maybe embarrassing himself in front of him wasn't that bad after all.

The blond nods, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, pretending he doesn't hear Ashido's giggles in the background. The other cheerleaders seem to be really curious about their conversation.

"I'll stay here while you finish. I'll try to do some homework in the meantime."

"And you call him nerd?" Ashido asks with amusement, prompting the green haired boy to chuckle.

"She's right, Kacchan! You are a nerd!" Izuku giggles and it must be the proof that Katsuki is ridiculously besotted because he can't quite get mad at him because of it.

"Shut up, nerd," he blurts out, knowing he's trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably.

He should ask him out. This is the perfect opportunity.

"Midoriya, are you coming?" Todoroki asks suddenly; Katsuki can't help but feel a wave of irritation towards half and half at that moment.

"In a minute!"

"Are you free after practice?" Katsuki blurts out, feeling stupidly proud of himself for not stammering the question.

"Yes! We all are! Where do you want to go? I can text my friends!"

"Actually, I'd like for us to go alone. I-I mean... just the two of us, as a date."

It's concerning how fast his heart is beating at the moment; Katsuki can't help but remember the kiss on the cheek which predictably makes it a lot worse. He knows his face is completely red.

"A d-date?" Izuku stammers, looking like a strawberry, albeit a very cute one.

"It's okay if you don't want to..."

"I'd love to, Kacchan!" Izuku says, surprising the blond. "I have to go practice now, but I'll be back so you can take me wherever you want!"

Alright. Now Katsuki is sure he won't get any homework done because he'll be too busy thinking about his date with Izuku.

He wants to make him happy. It's the only thing he wants and... maybe another kiss.

There's no need to panic. No need to panic at all.

***

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