#and I’d have then 100% pass grades

[rowanhoney]

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[livvyofthelake]

on campus. finishing this stupid ass project before 9 if there’s any justice in the world.

[isneezelikeamouse]

Guess who had their calculus final today :^)

[rotthepoet]

Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔

Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It’s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)

P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud

Theodore Nott

I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.

That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3

Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times

I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.

Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.

Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.

Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.

Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.

Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.

Mommy and daddy issues check?

Anyways!

Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.

Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.

Sex is a good outlet.

Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking

He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.

Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.

It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls

He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.

100% friends to lovers

He’s a quality time kinda guy i think

Just likes co-existing really

Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden

But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too

He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are

He’s being so genuine too

His friends would know

He never shuts up about you

If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”

And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes

He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms

He’s such a good boyfriend

Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)

Literally worships the ground you walk on

Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight

Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch

Anyways

Dotes on you everyday

Calls you so many sweet names in Italian

Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.

Argues in italian

Lowkey hates snow

Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather

Will take you to Italy over the summer

Demands you go

Fucks you on the balcony of his family home

Fucks you stupid on the beach

Sorry where was I going with this

Ah yes anyways

Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal

He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things

Slowly fingering you as you spoon

Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3

So much worship.

So much

Just adores you.

Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours

Literally cant stand American reality tv

The biggest kardashian hater

Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens

Doesnt care to share it though

Lorenzo Berkshire

Bitchboy extraordinaire

If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast

I called theo a two faced liar as a joke

But Enzo actually is one

Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors

One of the richest in the group and it shows

Flaunts his money everywhere he goes

His ears are pieced

Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds

Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever

Dumps them whenever he gets bored

But omg when a person gives him his attitude back

Well first he gets even meaner

But also he likes you so much like… that was hot

And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame

Craves attention

Such an attention seeker

Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try

100% a prefect

Showers his pookie with so much love and attention

When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7

Never a hand straying to far

Literally obsessed

Big fan of exhibitionism

Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom

Its all fair game

Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday

Ass man 100%

Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle

Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers

Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty

Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont

Like fr can someone explain him to me

Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really

Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo

Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.

Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique

On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with

Slays at herbology

Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco

Light weight for reals

Like severely light weight

He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it

Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women

Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual

Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind

Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.

Anyways back to being his significant other

Will spoil you

Relentlessly

Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually

109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else

Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time

Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are

Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird

Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off

Genuinely ballistic if he loses you

Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back

Seriously considers murder for a while

Anyways he gets you back baby<3

Speaking of babies hes super good with kids

Look at that face

Amazing dad face

Scared of marriage lmao

Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships

Its a thing for all of them tbh

[dira333]

Soul-Food - Osamu x Reader

Enemies to lovers - Requested by @notsochillnerd - with Atsumu as a terrible wingman who just wanted to check out his brothers' nemesis...

There is only one thing more annoying than Miya Osamu with his cooking talent, excellent marks, and unfairly good looks: his twin brother Atsumu.

“No.” You say again, arms filled with produce. He’s in your way and he’s not even sorry about it.

“Come oooon!” He whines, draping himself over the railing of the stairs as if this is a photoshoot for some perfume. “I’m so hungry! And Osamu won’t cook for me! I’ll even pay you!”

“Wow, now I want to do it even less, knowing you might not have paid me in the first place.” You snark, patience wearing thin.

“Now get out of my way, I need to get to my room.”

“To do what?” He steps to the side, but his face remains close to yours. You’re not the fastest as it is, even less when carrying that many vegetables. 

“I need to cook.”

“Perfect.” His grin is so wide, it could split his face. “You cook, I’ll eat.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

You hesitate, if only for a second. But Atsumu is like a shark and that was the single drop of blood that he needed.

Half an hour later he’s sitting at the little table in your apartment. 

Your kitchen isn’t spacious, but equipped with everything you could possibly need - there’s a reason this school costs an arm and a leg each year. And Miya Osamu got the scholarship instead of you.

You wouldn’t have any problem with it if not for your father breathing down your neck. He’s got the money to send you here twice if he wanted to, but in his twisted mind, a 100% is barely a passing grade and you should have been able to win the scholarship, monetary status be damned.

“What are you making?” Atsumu asks from behind you.

“Udon.”

“Why is it black?” 

“I’m using Sepia.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.” You snap back, hoping against hope that he will fall quiet. He doesn’t. 

-

You’ve spent almost a year in a class with Osamu.

He might not always get a better mark than you, but he quickly figured out how much you hated it when he did. There’s nothing worse than someone else gloating over your loss.

The teachers love him and tolerate you. 

So far they’ve been kind enough not to put the two of you into a group project, or maybe they just played it safe. The sheer bloodlust you feel when he grins in your direction must have tipped them off.

But this year is going to end soon and your teachers expect you to come up with a dish. Your own creation, not unlike the dish you had to make for your entry exam. This time, however, it’s supposed to showcase what you want to do, going forward.

You can’t bring the same thing you made for your entry exam, even though it was perfect and a delight - you made it roughly one hundred times before. 

Your father has always been a fan of the Kaiseki Ryori and while you had loved taking part in the Haute Cuisine as a child, feeling grown up as you nibbled on tiny bites of expensive food, it has lost its appeal on you.

After all, there’s a set number of times you can eat a meal, even Chawanmushi, before you get sick of it.

“Hello? Are you still listening?” Nuisance number 2 asks behind you and you flinch, staring down at the dough that you kneaded for too long. 

“What’s Osamu doing for his exam?” You ask, feeling a little guilty about your attempt at spying.

“Why do you want to know?”

Nevermind. Now you only feel annoyed.

“Just because. Maybe I want to talk about something other than you.”

You move to throw the dough out, only to be stopped by Atsumu’s voice.

“What are you doing?”

“I messed it up. It’s not going to taste good.”

“So what? I’m hungry.”

“You want to eat gross noodles?” You eye him warily, but he shrugs with a grin.

“It’s definitely going to be better than what I’d produce myself. But since I hate cooking, I’d probably just get takeout pizza anyway.”

“Aren’t you an athlete?”

“Yeah?”

“And they let you eat Pizza?”

“They don’t know. Or they don’t care. Whatever you like better. I mean, they gave me a list of stuff I should keep away from but that’s like, all the food I usually consume.”

“Here.” You pull out a pen and paper. “Write down what you eat in a day. Snacks included. And drinks.”

“Why?”

“If I have to endure your chatting, you might as well get something out of this. Now, shoo!”

You turn, lid of your composter already open when his voice reaches you.

“DON’T THROW AWAY THE DOUGH!”

“Fine!” You snap. “You can eat your disgusting noodles!”

They don’t taste that awful in the end, not with your delicate sauce with mussels and steamed broccoli that turned out so good Atsumu licks his plate clean.

-

You’d been part of the track club in Middle School, switched to Volleyball in High School because they had fewer practice hours per week. Your marks had always been more important than any side activities, your future as a part of Haute Cuisine decided before you could walk. But it had been fun, especially when Coach gathered you after practice to talk about the importance of self-care. How certain foods could make or break you. How important salt and minerals were for your body, how food was more than calories, protein, carbs, and fat.

You’re not even a little bit rusty when you scribble down a meal plan for him. You keep it easy and as cheap as possible, light on the cooking because you figured he must be the opposite of his twin in the kitchen if he came begging for food… You’re not sure if you’re buying his excuse of a brotherly fight, but you’re not ashamed to say that you didn’t mind him praising your food over Osamu’s. Suck that, Miya!

Meanwhile, Atsumu’s brows are pulled so high, they’re hiding behind his bangs.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Your new meal plan. You follow that, you’ll increase your stamina.”

“But it’s so much work.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Whatever.” You get up, throw the pen down at the table. Your patience has never been the best anyway.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He follows you to the sink but not to help with the dishes.

“You could cook for me.” He offers it like it’s a great deal. You snort.

“I bet there’s something you want. Something I could do for you…” He wiggles his brows now, looks disgustingly like Osamu when he got a better mark then you. And that kickstarts your brain.

“I want Osamu… I mean the recipe…You know, what Osamu made to get the scholarship. If you can get me that dish of him to try, I’ll cook for you.”

Atsumu grins in a way that doesn’t feel good but he nods.

“Alright, it’s a deal. You’ll cook for me and I get you the dish.” He holds out his hand to sign the deal but you’ve been the daughter of a cutthroat banker for too long to fall for that.

“I’ll cook for a week.” You tell him firmly and watch with a sick satisfaction as his face contorts. He looks awful when he’s pissed and there are definitely not enough moments of the Miya twins looking awful.

“Two weeks.

“One week, only dinner.”

“One week, lunch, dinner and snacks.”

“Are you insane?”

“Do you want Osamu’s food?”

There’s a moment of Silence, and you’re eyeing each other, calculating who’s bluffing and who’s not.

“Fine.” You huff eventually, because you feel it in your bones that trying that damned dish will get you a step closer to figuring out what you need to present for your Final.

-

You feel like a drug addict, going down the deep end, when Atsumu appears at your door one week later, carrying a Bento-Box wrapped in the cutest fabric you have ever seen.

“Are those little foxes?” You ask, eyeing the reddish-tinted animals on the grey fabric.

“What if ?” He asks back, nose up in the air.

“Jeez, I was just curious.” You snap back and muster him. He doesn’t look malnourished.

“What did you eat this week?”

“Why do you ask?” He sets the Bento-Box on your table and saunters into your kitchen, peering into the still empty pots and pans.

“You’re an awful liar.”

“Okay, so I told Samu that you cooked for me.” He throws his hands up in the air like you’re the one making a big fuss about things. “Told him it was fingerlickin’ good. Got him all angry and puffy.”

You are not ashamed to say that comment lifts you off your feet just a little bit. Hah!

“So?” You ask cooly, untying the Furoshiki with eager fingers.

“So he insisted that he would cook for me. Everything went according to plan, I pretended it wasn’t as good as your food until I asked for the dish he made for his entry exams.”

“Did you know what it was?” You ask as you lift the lid of the box.

“Maybe.” He says and you can hear in his voice that he knew. He probably didn’t tell you just to experience this.

“He made Onigiri?” You ask, your voice a little shrill.

You had made Chawanmushi, a dish literally to die for, practiced one hundred times, and he beat you with Onigiri?

“Try it.” He reaches for one of the Onigiri in the box and you slap his hand away.

“Mine!” You hiss angrily and his grin is almost feral.

“I’ll take a walk around the block then.” He jokes, moving toward the door. “Leave you alone with it.”

“Leave.” You wave him off. “I’ll make dinner later.”

“Half an hour.”

“Leave!” You huff and the door clicks shut behind him.

-

You bite into the first Onigiri and time stops for a second. 

The rice is cooked to perfection, but you know the different varieties well. He must have splurged on this kind, bought from a boutique farmer of some sorts. 

It’s filled with tuna and spring onion, but it tastes different then all the Tuna Onigiri you’ve had before. You write down all the different things you can taste, compare them to the knowledge you have but still - did he use a spice you don’t know? A combination you’re not familiar with?

The taste lingers, but you cannot put your finger on it. You feel a little weepy too, as if you had just watched your favorite movie from when you were a kid. You sniff and take the other Onigiri, bite into almost cautiously. It’s Tenmusu, your favorite kind of Onigiri.

This time, literal tears run down your cheeks. The shrimp is crisp, the sweet sauce calling you back to childhood, reminding you of the few free afternoons you got to spend with your mother, just the two of you, no work allowed. You only remember to write down the taste and ingredients when the last bite has disappeared and your hands leave the paper stained. 

Well… You’re no closer to figuring out what to make for your finals, but you might be getting your period soon. Why else would you be moved to tears by food?

-

“Onigiri, huh?” You ask Osamu after class the next day. You can’t help yourself.

He looks up from his phone, surprise on his face. It’s ridiculous how good that makes him look.

“What about it?”

“I heard you made Onigiri for your Entry Exam.”

“Ah, yes.” He smiles, the kind of smile that makes you want to slap it off his face. “Tsumu told me he made you try it.”

You can feel your face go slack. WHAT?

“What did you think?” Osamu asks, way too confident for your taste. “Did you like them?”

You can’t decide between a huff and a snort and the sound that does come out reminds you more of a dying walruss.

“They were probably pitying you.” You point out, nose in the air. “I showed up with Kaiseki Ryori. I made Chawanmushi.”

“Ah.” Osamu sounds like he’s not sure what that is. But you’ve gone over that in class, he’s just messing with you.

“Well, when do I get to try it?” 

You blink. “What?” 

“Yeah, it’s only fair, right? After you tried mine.”

You swallow thickly, look around for some help, but you’re the only one’s still in the hallway.

“Fine.” You huff eventually, because he does have a point. “As long as I don’t have to eat it.”

His brows furrow and your mind unhelpfully supplies you with the information that his eyes are a different shade than Atsumu’s. Osamu’s eyes are almost as grey as his hair, reminding you of the sky outside. 

His mouth moves and you blink, try to focus on his voice, but fail. Your collar feels too tight around your neck and you pull at it, too aware of Osamu’s eyes that flicker to your neck and stay there. God, what’s going on?”

“What did you say?” You ask in the most snooty voice you can manage. “I wasn’t listening.”

“Why do you cook something you don’t like?” He asks. “Don’t you enjoy cooking?”

Something snaps inside you like a rubberband that has been pulled taut for too long.

“Why do you care?” You sniff and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was just asking.”

“Sure you were. But you’re psychological warfare doesn’t work on me! You can flutter your long eyelashes at someone else!”

Osamu laughs. “I wasn’t-”

“Neither was I. Well, are you coming or not?”

“Where?” 

“You wanted to try my Chawanmushi!”

“Gesundheit.” You turn, not the least bit surprised to see Atsumu standing there. It’s lunchtime for him, he’s coming to collect his goods. “Or was that a codeword for something naughty?”

“Oh god, you’re awful.” 

-

You know that the Chawanmushi has turned out as perfect as all the other times. You can tell by sight and smell, but you cannot bring yourself to try it.

The thought of it has you swallow back bile but you serve it to the brothers with the biggest smile you can manage.

“Here.” You present it in tiny, elegant bowls.

“Are you in pain?” Osamu asks and you drop the smile.

“Go f-” 

“Why is it so tiny?” Atsumu asks, eyeing the bowl skeptically. “I’m hungry.”

“I made you Curry.” You tell him off. “This is just a tasting. You can’t eat full bowls with Kaiseki Ryori, you’d never manage that amount of food.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” Atsumu digs in, spoon clinking loudly against the bowl to the point you fear for its life.

He’s done with it before Osamu has even tasted his, still smelling the dish carefully, pulling the spoon through as if to check for clumps.

“It was fine.” Atsumu gives his mark as one would comment on an order of KFC. “Now, the Curry?” 

You huff but don’t get up, eyes still trained on Osamu. Then, finally, he brings the spoon to his mouth. If you’re focusing a little too much on his full lips, that’s entirely because he’s the world's slowest eater at the moment and nothing else.

His face remains passive. 

Cold sweat runs down your back as he slowly but surely finishes the dish and nods appraisingly.

“It was good.” Osamu says calmly. “The Curry?”

Breathing is a little hard at the moment, but you manage to get up, collect the bowls - you don’t throw them at the floor in a fit of rage and you’re very proud of yourself for that - and get them safely to the kitchen sink.

Your hands shake a little as you serve the Curry in three different plates, but if the boys notice, they don’t comment on it. 

“I hope you like it.” Your voice is back to normal, your wounded heart tucked safely back into your chest. “It’s packed with protein and healthy vegetables to make sure you have all the necessary nutrients. You could eat this every day and wouldn’t have to worry about losing out on anything.”

Atsumu digs in without another word. He beams around the spoon, curses loudly.

“This is so good.” He says, mouth full.

“Pig.” Osamu announces next to him, puts the first spoon into his mouth and-

You can see it, in the widening of his eyes and the light blush that appears on the height of his unfairly sharp cheekbones. He likes it. He likes it very much.

You should probably feel a bit more upset about the fact that they insult your Chawanmushi but get high on your Curry, but then again, it just feels good to watch Osamu have the same reaction to your Curry that you had with his Onigiri.

“You should make this for the Exam.” Osamu points out in between a groan and another spoonful of Curry. “It’s amazing.”

“No!” Atsumu shakes his head, still speaks with his mouth full. “The Udon you made yesterday. That was crazy good.”

“What Udon?” Osamu’s voice has a tint to it you cannot place. Does he know about the Onigiri you tried but not about the deal itself? Is he jealous he didn’t get to try them?

“Okay, so she makes the Noodles herself, right? This time without the freaky black stuff-”

“Sepia,” you throw in but he ignores you, “But she used pork belly for the sauce and something creamy and mushrooms, I think-”

“Shiitake.” 

“And I tell you, Samu, it was so so good! Like, it reminded me of Mom making that stew, you know? When Dad had that big sale thing and we got to celebrate it?”

Osamu’s eyes light up in a way that has you looking down at your food, heart thrumming in your chest like a hummingbird on speed.

“Can you-” He hesitates for a second. “Can you make me that?”

“I could.” You point out, not at all feeling the upper hand. You feel nervous instead as if this is a test or something worse. You swallow thickly, try to think of something to wager against it. Your mind is unhelpful at best, offering the possibility of a date - as if! 

“If I get your recipe. For the Onigiri.”

Osamu’s mouth clicks shut. He blinks, clearly surprised. Then he grins, the kind of grin that tells you this isn’t going to work in your favor, at all.

“Sure. So, Udon tomorrow?”

“I was going to make Katsudon tomorrow.” You point out, pissed that he’s overthrowing your meal plan. Atsumu looks like he’s gotten a glimpse of heaven.

“Really?”

-

You hate to think about it, but the week is nearing its end and Osamu feels less like the devil and more like the dangerously cute boy from your class now. The dangerously cute boy who’s going to get a better mark than you, take the promised internship at one of Japan's leading five-star restaurants and laugh in your face if you don’t shape up right now.

Your father is as helpful as ever.

He’s currently obsessed with the Yakimono part of Kaiseki Ryori, taking you out to dinner each weekend only to try new variants that you should use for your Final Exam.

The food is good, there’s no denying that, but it lacks the emotional touch you had with the Onigiri.

The same Onigiri that you’ve made three times already. They never taste like Osamu’s.

You’re suspecting that he skipped on one ingredient in the recipe, the one thing you could not put your finger on when you tried them. 

“Hey.” Atsumu’s waiting at your door when you return from coffee with your mother. She had been even less helpful, talking about the new dessert dish she was creating. You might have gotten her cooking skills, but you hate baking almost as much as Chawanmushi.

“I thought we said we would skip the cooking over the weekend.” 

“Yeah, about that.” He lifts a heavy bag. “I wanted to ask for a favor.”

“I’m not setting for you.”

“Why would I- Never mind, I wanted to ask… Could you like, show me… how to cook?”

You blink in surprise.

“Why would I teach you that? Don’t you have your brother?”

“He’s not a good teacher.” Atsumu points out and you snort.

“So you want to learn how to cook? And stop harassing me and Osamu?”

“No, no, I will still harass the two of you for food, but it looked easy when you did it, so I thought you could teach me, maybe?”

“Fine.” 

“I’m even pa- Fine? Oh, wow, that was easy.”

“If I can ask you some questions in turn without you judging me?”

“Me, judging someone? Never.” He puts a hand on his chest, probably aiming for his heart, but he’s now swearing on his left ribcage.

-

You watch like a Hawk as Atsumu prepares the Omurice. He’s got a bad habit of getting distracted, but he’s not a bad student.

“So…” You swallow your nerves. “You and Osamu used to play Volleyball together, right?”

“Yeah. He could have gone Pro, like me. But he said…” He raises his hands to make air quotes and lowers his voice into a deeper pitch to mock Osamu, “Skillswise I'm just as good as you. But I think that, when all's said and done, you love volleyball just a teensy bit more than me.”

“And you were okay with that?” 

“Nah.” Atsumu flips the Omurice onto a plate and hands it over to you. “Try.”

“It’s good.” You hand it back to him. “Eat.”

-

When Atsumu leaves, you’re left with even more questions than before.

What does it mean to love something so much you’re willing to pass up something good?

Atsumu is making good money as a Pro, even now. But Osamu had no idea if he was going to make it into this school until he tried.

And why did he make freaking Onigiri?

Midnight has come and gone when you put a jacket over your sleepshirt and slip out of your apartment in nothing but booty shorts and bunny slippers.

You’re not sure if there’s a nightguard. There might be, this is still a mixed dorm filled with hormonal teens and tweens. 

Even though you’ve never been to Osamu’s place before, you know the route by heart. You had memorized it in a childish fit when you realized his room was just below the fire escape.

You wouldn’t allow him to survive you in case of an emergency.

You knock twice before you can hear movement. The door opens and you almost swallow your tongue.

His hair is in disarray as if he’d dragged his hands through it all night and there’s the imprint of his pillow left on his cheek. He’s topless and you keep your eyes trained on the imprint on his cheek as if you don’t notice his happy trail or his still well-trained abs. 

He blinks slowly and yawns.

“What’s up?” He asks. Something moves over his face, quick like a sparrow. “Shit, are you hurt? Did something happen?!”

“No, no, I… Shit, I don’t know, I-”

“Come in.” He pulls you inside, but he calculates wrong, uses too much force for your quivering body. You end up mushed against his chest, face plant right into the warm skin.

If you die like this, you won’t even be mad about it.

“Shit, sorry.” He grabs you and puts you at a distance again, blush high on his cheeks. 

“Your Onigiri.” You start, before he can realize that you’re flustered too. “You didn’t list all the ingredients.”

“I did.”

“Did not. They don’t taste the same.”

“Ah.” He makes that insufferable sound like he knows everything you don’t. 

You want to poke his abs, but you decide against it, mainly because it would make you look weird. But they do look ni-

“Tea?” He asks and you hold your right hand with your left, just in case it turns sentient. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Your Onigiri don’t taste like mine, because I make them for someone.”

“What?”

“The Tuna one.” He looks at the kettle instead of you, but his voice is wistful, distant. “I always make that one for Tsumu.”

“And the Tenmusu?”

“It’s my Mom’s favorite.” He says softly and you can’t help it, but you start to cry.

“Your Mom likes Tenmusu too?”

“Ah, shit, don’t tell me- Wait, here, take this…” He hands you a tissue to blow your nose and dry your tears. 

“So you’re saying your secret ingredient is love? You’re really going to stand there and make me believe that you got the scholarship because you put love in your food?”

He shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me. But there’s a reason your Chawanmushi did not taste as good as your Curry.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Gladly.” He smirks at you and this time your hand is faster than your mind, pointer finger digging into the firm muscle of his right pectoral.

“Don’t mess with me.”

“Why not?” His face moves closer to you, or did you move closer to his? “Isn’t it fun?”

Whoever moved first doesn’t matter now as his breath washes over you. His eyes skip to your lips and you lick them, no thoughts left in your brain.

Behind him, the kettle whistles, signaling that the water’s cooking, but neither of you moves. 

This could end very badly, or very great, however you want to look at it. 

Your mind, helpful as ever, comes up with a sentence that just slips out of your mouth unprompted.

“Atsumu said that you loved Volleyball a little-”

He draws back the moment he hears you speak, face now closed like a window that has let down its shutters. 

“Right, Atsumu.” He says, interrupting you. “You should get back to the bed.”

“But the tea…”

“I forgot.” He takes the kettle off the stove. “I was going to make a hot water bottle for myself. Sorry.” 

-

Somehow, somewhere, you took a wrong turn.

Maybe it was when you started liking Osamu, in this weird way that has you enjoy the bickering and the competitiveness. Maybe it was even before that, when you let Atsumu get away with his needling, fed him Udon instead of throwing him out.

Or maybe it was even before that, when you didn’t put up a fight everytime your father decided for you, when your mother put work before spending time with you. 

It’s a good thing that Finals are right around the corner.

You can’t focus in most classes, left staring holes into Osamu’s back. 

Atsumu’s stopped showing up himself, probably now a master in cooking for himself. Or he’s gone back to Osamu, to fantastic Onigiri and whatever else he knows how to make.

-

Four days before the Final, someone bangs on your door.

“Jeez, I’m coming.” You pull the door open to reveal Atsumu, soaked and clearly pissed..

“You okay?” You ask. “Or do you need a towel?”

“Why are you not a couple?” He asks back. “Like, the tension was there, you were practically undressing each other at the table - in front of me, might I add - and yet you’re not even speaking to each other? I even cooked all my meals these past weeks in the hopes of hearing good news but Samu’s acting like a bug crawled up his ass and died.”

“What are you even talking abou-”

“Oh, don’t fool me.” He steps inside and moves toward your bathroom without asking. “I just ran here because all I get from Samu are cryptic messages. Did you say something?”

“No, I-”

“Spill.” Atsumu points at the kitchentable, hesitates for a second, then he points at the kitchen itself. “Make some food while your at it. Also, can I have some change of clothes?”

You make Okayu with ginger and honey, the rice porridge a comfort to your heart and a boost to Atsumu’s immune system.

It’s not a long tale. It could be, probably, but you refuse to go into more detail than necessary. Atsumu might be kind of a friend, in his weird, annoying way, but he’s still Osamu’s twin brother.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” He grabs the bag with his clothes and stalks off, dressed in one of your oversized hoodies and bright pink pajama pants, both things slightly too short on him.

“Give him a chance when he comes back,” are his parting words.

But Osamu does not show up.

Neither does he the next morning in class.

-

One of the teachers calls you over after class.

“You and Miya-san are pretty close, right?” She starts, speaks on while you’re still trying not to choke on your spit. “Could you bring him the notes from today? He called in sick. Tell him to take care and rest, so that he can take part in the Final.”

“I-I will.”

You end up in your own room instead, debating if you should just leave everything in front of his door and run. If he’s not at the final, you automatically win. But that’s not a win you’d feel good about, if you’re being honest to yourself.

Before you know it, you find yourself making Oyaku again, with Ginger and Honey, the one food that always gives you comfort and boosts your health. The process is simple, but it still calms you down every time. When it’s done, you look down at two portions and know what to do.

-

“Osamu?” The door is closed, but you can hear faint shuffling behind it. “I made you Oyaku. I heard you’re sick and got your notes from the teachers. I didn’t tell them that I’m a friend of yours, but she was convinced of it and didn’t let me change her mind. But I… we kinda are friends, right?” You feel so weird talking to the closed door. 

“Even if you don’t like me, we got to keep up the reputation. Eat the Oyaku, okay? Winning doesn’t feel the same if you kick yourself out of the game.”

You put everything in front of his door and leave, lingering at the end of the hallway, just out of sight, until you hear his door. When you look back, the Oyaku is gone and all you have to do is wait.

-

Osamu is already outside when you step out of the classroom. 

“Already finished?”

“Onigiri doesn’t take that long to make.” 

“Ah, right.” You nod, don’t know if you should avoid his gaze or follow your instinct and look a bit more closely. He sounds healthy at least.

“What did you make?” His voice is gruff when he asks.

“Ginger Honey Oyaku.” You answer, voice soft. “Which might confuse the teachers because I had all the ingredients ready for honey-glazed pork belly but I decided against it at the last second.”

“I’d have loved to try that pork belly.” Osamu sighs dreamily. “But that Oyaku was so good. I could eat that everyday and never get tired of it.”

“Same.” You smile but it falters when you feel his eyes on you and you know you’ve got to say it. “I made it for you.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“No, what you said… about the Entry Exam.” You can feel your heartbeat, like the fluttering of hummingbird wings. If you’re going to pass out during your confession, you’re going to kill Osamu for it.

Behind you, the door opens and two more students step out. Osamu looks at them and back at you and you nod, point down the hallway. “Let’s take a walk?”

There’s a broom closet not far down and you slip inside only to regret it seconds later. There’s barely enough space for the two of you, his breath washing over you as you try to focus on the words you need to say. Out loud, so he can hear them too.

“I want to beat you.” You can hear him snort, but you keep your gaze on your hands. You won’t be able to speak if you look into his eyes. “But you’re also really funny and caring and cute, in a way. I could see myself, I mean, I already, you know-”

“What about Tsumu?” He asks, voice strangely hoarse.

“What about him?”

“Don’t you like him more? You don’t feel the need to beat him every two seconds, right?”

You roll your eyes and groan.

“Seriously? The best thing about Atsumu is that he looks kinda like you.”

If you had wanted to say more - you didn’t, but you hate letting anyone else have the last word - it leaves your mind the second his lips press onto yours. 

Your mind’s not yet caught up, but your body is, hands dragging through his hair to pull him closer, to marvel at the softness of it - what conditioner is he using? - to have him a little closer.

His hands are on your hip, your back, roam over your shoulders, leaving warm trails and goosebumps behind.

Then there’s bright light and a shrill shriek and you burst away from each other only to face one of your teachers.

“What? The indecency! During an exam no less! Detention! Detention!” Her garbled words don’t make much sense, but the last word you understand.

Osamu sends you a look, his eyes speaking of little guilt and a promise to continue this latter. You can’t help but feel the same.

-

As it turns out, Detention automatically overrules your exceptional Exam marks. Neither of you wins the internship. Neither of you cares. 

Osamu had applied to an Onigiri shop not far from the school as a second option and with your last name you have no trouble securing an internship with a well-known nutritionist for Pro Athletes. 

Your father is not happy about your change in dreams, but when you explain the earning capacity of this position, and the business plan you’re already halfway through making, your excitement swaps over.

Your mother, as usual, barely listens. But you take it in stride, her usual droning on about a recipe she’s working on, by thinking about how in less than an hour, you’ll see Osamu again.

-

“You guys owe me.” Atsumu declares during Movie night. He’s perched on the edge of the couch, the last piece of the Pizza in his hands. “I’m talking about food for life.”

“We could have done it without you,” Osamu insists, arm around you, face nuzzled into your hair. He pretends he’s watching the movie, but you know better. He’s been thinking about the cheese crackers in your pantry for hours.

“If I hadn’t pulled you out in the rain to talk things through, you wouldn’t have gotten sick and your girlfriend wouldn’t have made Oyaku for you! That’s enough reason for you to love me forever!”

“If you hadn’t interfered he wouldn’t have had to think we were dating instead.” You point out and dig your hands into Osamu’s grip on your arms, moving away from him.

“Babe, what-” He starts but you nod in the direction of your pantry. “Get the crackers. I can’t watch you any longer.”

“Really?” His face lights up like a child in front of a Christmas tree. It’s worth the ridiculous price you paid for the crackers.

“Really.”

He kisses you and the moment could be perfect. But there’s still Atsumu, fake gagging in the background.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[ethereal-engene]

Upstairs Neighbor | Jongseong

pairing: Jay x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, non-idol!AU & uni!AU // warnings: cuss words and mentions of food

summary: you confront your upstairs neighbor about something, but things play out a little differently than what you planned for in your head. // word count: 767

note: inspired by this clip & enjoy ✨

While you’ve never met your upstairs neighbor(s), you know the unit above you is a guy

His sneeze gave it away 💀 (yes it could be heard from the floor below him)

Normally you don’t haven’t run into too many issues with your neighbors, but of course on the night before your exam you run into one

Maybe you could have anticipated it when you heard the dragging of something big across the floor boards as they vibrated onto your ceiling

Nonetheless you paid no attention to it until the first chord of an electric guitar was played

As soon as you heard it, you grabbed your noise canceling headphones, in hopes that it’d lessen the loudness of the continuous guitar playing

While it did help a bit, it was still loud enough for you to grow irritated. Shouldn’t he know that other people live there and be mindful of his surroundings??

However you were still a bit optimistic that he’d stop after maybe 30 minutes but once it hit that 30 minute mark and it didn’t seem like he’d stop anytime soon

How in the fucking hell were you supposed to focus on your studies if all you could focus was the noise bouncing off the walls??

Plus this exam was such a big percentage of your grade. If you failed it, it would have to work so much harder just to get a passing grade for this class

You couldn’t take it anymore and found yourself stomping up the stairs to knocking on his door

“YAH!! Open this door. RIGHT NOW!” You screamed at the door

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with such a handsome face that you forget what you were going to say

“Did you need something??” An equally irritated look painted on his face and laced in his tone

GOD WHY WAS HE SO HANDSOME EVEN WHEN ANNOYED?

… silence still fills the space between you two

He fake coughs trying to get your attention

“Oh… uhm yeah! I was just wondering if you could keep your guitar playing down? I’m trying to study for an exam and it’s really hard to focus on anything with it so loud.” You finally reply

“Oh and totally not related but you’re really handsome! Okay bye now” you quickly add on and start speed walking down the stairs

Only you didn’t get that far because he yelled out for you to stop

He walks over to you and stares at you like you’re crazy because why would you not even let him respond first 😭

He won’t tell you this but he thought it was cute and funny that you tried to leave without letting him respond back to your request & compliment

Obliging to his request to stop, he catches up to you and gives you his thanks & he’ll try to keep it down

Of course, he couldn’t leave you without giving you his number on a slip of paper

You know…in case he’s still too loud and maybe for something more than that 😏 (like a date or something hehe)

“Before I forget to mention, you’re cute!” His smile reaches his eyes as he hands the piece of paper

Your face heats up and finally lets go of his hand that was holding the paper

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I’ll see you around!!” Your voice slowly decreases in volume as you descend the stairs

Waving goodbye and he shouts with “No problem and I’d be more than glad if I got to see you again!” All said with hints of hope and flirtatious tone in it✨

100% stops playing guitar the whole night and decides to cook lunch for you

even though he’s just met you but also as an apology for last night

Bonus:

he shows off his collection of guitars to you

Hoping that you won’t find his collection/hobby to be too dorky

Of course, plays a couple songs trying to impress you too 😭 (he’s so cute)

Maybe even learns your favorite song(s) whenever he finally asks you out/to be official

Finds you adorable whenever you try to play a couple of chords… even if they’re so wrong 💀

Gladly walks you to class even if he has to run all the way to the other side of campus for his class (even though you told him to stop doing that when you learn about this)

100% smirks but also gets embarrassed when he learned that you forget what you were going to yell at him about the first time y’all met because of how handsome he was

This was so much shorter than I intended on but my brain blanked on what else to add 😭 oops but also I like getting straight to point 💀💀

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please leave me feedback through reblogging it with your thoughts in the tags or commenting it, notes, dms, or asks! They’re all appreciated and make me very happy :))

Take care and signing off

- ash

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Ok so this has been on my mind for a MINUTE. So here’s my school AU! Please ask questions and please add your headcannons too!! If you want more in depth AU headcannons I’d love to write them!

CREEPS SCHOOL AU

JEFF THE KILLER:

Football player and all the girls swoon over him for it. He’s not even the star player?? But hey I guess being a running back is pretty cool? (fuck quarterbacks!!)

Mans barely keeping his grades up

He’s only passing so he can stay on the football team

One of the “popular” guys since he’s just so well known by all the creeps. Everyone sits with him and the football team at lunch

JANE THE KILLER:

Varsity volleyball player and she’s GOOD. Like she’d get a full ride scholarship for college

Star player unlike Jeff

She’s also in Choir! A soprano of course. It’s more of a just for fun thing so she doesn’t take it too seriously but she definitely tries her best (please come to her concerts)

Straight A student. Don’t play with her.

NINA THE KILLER:

Cheerleader!! 100% a flyer. She cheers exclusively for Jeff too. Not quite the cheer captain but close in the ranks. One of the best at tumbling and gymnastics

Social butterfly and everyone knows her. She’s on hoco court for sure.

I feel like she’s always just a little short of the top. Socially, academically, athletically. She just seems to get overshadowed

Pretty decent student, she’s more interested in a social life than academics though.

KATE THE CHASER:

Cross country/ track. She’s set the most records in the school history. She can compete in anything but prefers long distance or sprints

Super humble about her wins and records, not a fan of the spotlight that her athleticism gets her

Pretty damn smart, but she’s quiet about it. People just know she sits in the back and does her work.

High A grades

CLOCKWORK:

Varsity basketball. Definitely a starter too. Combo Guard 100%. She gives me Caitlin Clark vibes?? (look her up she’s badass)

Probably also does track but just because the coaches knew she was tall and she could jump hurdles like no one’s business

On the side she spends a lot of her time in the art rooms since it’s quiet and she gets some alone time

Also a pretty good student, more on the B sides of grades though,

“TICCI” TOBY:

I feel like this kid is in everything for some reason?? But definitely varsity soccer as his main activity. He’s a goalkeeper mainly but he can swing to whatever position you need him to be. He’s probably in bowling with Ben too

But he’s 100% in band too. He plays trombone (the best instrument) he’s in concert band, marching band, and jazz band.

He’s pretty popular too just because he’s cute and pretty much an all rounder

Average student, doesn’t have much time or attention for homework so that’s where his grades fall

TIM/MASKY:

HUNK. This man is the star wrestler of the school. Probably in the 182lbs weight class. People are SCARED to wrestle this man.

Doesn’t talk much, just does his work and gets tf out. Honestly most people avoid him

Pretty good student too, high B’s to medium level A’s

He participates in the field portion of track and field. Loves that he gets to throw shit

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Baseball boy!! Those pants look damn good on him too. Usually a pitcher but sometimes a shortstop. Loves running so this shit is perfect for him. The girls LOOOOVE him. Like imagine Brian in the uniform with that goofy smile???

Also probably in yearbook (if he has time, he gives me lazy vibes)

Decent student too, probably high C’s and B’s

Honestly might dabble in bowling with Ben and Toby

EYELESS JACK:

No sports for him! If he was going to participate in any sports it would probably be swim team? Honestly not a sports guy though

But this man is in the honor society!! Like he’s SMART

Excellent student, like all 100%’s

Everyone comes to him for homework help, but of course he charges

BEN DROWNED:

Varsity bowling!! This man is a NERD and he’s damn good at bowling. Not quite a record breaker but definitely someone scouts look at

He started the team and reps it like no one’s business. He tries to get everyone to join.

He only gets good grades because he cheats

Also the leader of the gaming club!

SALLY:

She’s on the dance team 100%. Loves the outfits and looooves solo’s

But honestly she focuses more on 4H. She focuses on livestock and loves raising sheep. (Yes I know this is more of an out of school activity)

She’s probably in the garden club too! I feel like she just likes agriculture? Everyone gets along with her she’s just a sweetie

Great student! High A’s and she studies all the time

JUDGE ANGELS:

Either in marching band or color guard I can’t really decide. She either plays flute or trumpet! But if she’s in color guard she 100% has a solo/ feature moment in the show

She’s super shy but everyone seems to get along with her because she’s a sweetie #2

I also feel like all the guys try to get with her just because she’s so beautiful

Also a really good student! Studies all the time and probably has a study group

BLOODY PAINTER:

Another non sports guy! Doesn’t have anything against it but it’s just obviously not for him.

He’s the art club leader and takes it super seriously! He tries to get everyone’s art in papers, fairs, and exhibits.

Everyone thinks he’s kinda weird but they respect his dedication to art and others

Another really good student, he doesn’t have to study though

THE PUPPETEER:

School newspaper editor/writer. He knows everything about everyone and has no problem writing a dark column about them

No one talks to him at all, they don’t want him to write about them

He’s also a theater kid, idk he just gives me the vibes

Decent student, he’s just casual about it

JASON THE TOYMAKER:

Non sports guy pt. 197583.

He’s in the sewing club and absolutely loves it. Everyone thinks he’s gay for it though (Jeff teases the shit out of him)

He’s also a theater kid, more on the props side of it though

Also a high B’s student

ZERO:

She’s in ROTC and she makes it her personality

Tries to get Clockwork to join all the time and they’re besties

I feel like she’s kinda dumb so probably high D’s to low C’s

HOMICIDAL LIU:

This man plays golf and he’s super chill about it!

Wears his scarf out on the green lmao

Not popular at ALL and he likes it that way

Also a super good student and again, super chill about it

[harmfulb1tch]

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader, Brother! Dustin x Sister! Reader

Summary: Just the Hellfire boys (older guys, not the kids) fawning over Dustin’s metalhead, d&d player, older sister, Y/N.

A/N: Based off of Nickelback’s “She Keeps me up”. And yes, I know I have some requests to write still, but I wanted to do something with Eddie. Although Reader is 18, she is a senior in highschool. Btw, the unnamed hellfire guy I called Kevin, cuz he looks like a Kevin to me 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Warnings: Swearing, sex talk (so readers have to be 18+

—————————————————

“Look! there she is”

“Dude, Eddie. That’s creepy as fuck. You can’t stare at people like that.” Gareth scolded him, but had his eyes stuck on you as well.

You were wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, a high waisted, leather skirt with two chains dangling off the side of your hip. Fishnets covered your beautiful thighs and, on your feet (as per usual) your pair of black combat boots.

You walked to your table, passing the hellfire table on your way. Looking at the boys, you give them a small smile waving. You were acquainted to them because they were your brother’s friends and since you had subbed for Lucas a couple of times for their campaign.

Of course, you also knew Eddie. He was in a couple of classes with you. You had also had a crush on him for YEARS. You had peeked an interest on the senior since your sophomore year of highschool. It wasn’t until this year that you actually wanted to make advancements on said crush. You had waited three years to make a move, every year selfishly wishing he would repeat senior year again so you could both go to the same grade. And, obviously, It was unbeknownst to you that he liked you back.

“Although, I cannot blame you. You have great taste. She IS hot as fuck” Gareth continued

“Yeah she is very hot” Jeff continued

“I conquer” says Kevin

“GUYS GUYS! First of all, she’s mine. So back the fuck up. Second of all, she is not just hot, she’s fucking brilliant. The smartest girl I’ve met-“

“Ohhh so you like her because she balances you out?” Gareth and the rest of the older hellfire boys laughed, while Eddie blushed.

“Hey! Shut up! Fuck, look at her. She’s so fucking hot and pretty… what I’d do to be with her, god…”

“Who is?” Said a new joining voice on the table, of course it was Dustin and his friends.

“I- Uh… no one?” Gareth’s And Eddie’s attempts to change the subject were ineffective, since it didn’t distract the younger kid from the conversation.

Eddie couldn’t help but look back at you sitting with Robin and your friends. You were sitting on a chair, it being the other way around. Your arms resting on the supposed back side of the chair. Legs open and back arched to accommodate yourself on it. Your long, curly and brown hair (similar to your brother’s, only longer) was all pushed to one side of your head as you laughed at something funny Robin had said. Eddie was practically drooling. That’s when a shout woke him up from his daytime fantasy.

“WHAT THE FUCK EDDIE?! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT MY SISTER LIKE THAT?!” Dustin shouted angrily.

“Hey um… ughh. Look there’s no hiding from the truth now. Dustin, your sister is hot as fuck and 100% my type ok? Learn to live with it”

“I mean… Dustin, he is not wrong. Although I’m scared to admit it in front of all of you, she is our type. We’re sorry but how many girls in this school have you seen that are hot, like playing d&d, like the same music we like and are as nice to us as your sister?” Gareth joined in

“You too?!”

“All of us, dude, all of us” Jeff said after.

Dustin couldn’t believe what was happening. But he had seen how you looked at Eddie and he didn’t want to deny you from your crush. Not when you had been so supportive of his relationship with Suzie. You had helped him create a plan for him to confess his feelings for her, and it worked! He wanted you to be happy and, being honest with himself, Eddie was a nice guy and he would treat you well. He knew you would be happy with Eddie.

“Hey uh… Eddie? Look, she’s single, if that’s what you were wondering. She probably has a crush on you too. She talks about you all the time and you should see the way she looks at you all the time!”

“Wait WHAT?! REALLY?!” The older boy shouted, startling a group of cheerleaders that were passing by.

“Yeah she probably does, I heard her talking to Robin about it the other day on the phone”

“Jesus Christ… Is it ok with you if I ask her out?” Eddie asked Dustin blushing.

“Yeah it’s fine. If you like her that much I will not be opposed to the two of you dating. Just Eddie, if you break her heart. I. WILL. Fucking. Kill you. You got it?” Eddie smirked at his comment.

“Don’t worry Henderson, I won’t. I like her too much to do that.”

“Good. Now, go get your girl!”

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

I be back.

Images by themselves below the cut because I spent way too much time on them + text because I’ve been gone for a while—‘course I got a lotta say.

It’s certainly been a while, eh? I did this last cour, too, and I swear to God if I do this for the next cour… Worst part is, I haven’t even watched it yet this time, rip :,) Will definitely do sometime later today, for sure, for sure.

So, I meant to get this done for IchiHime week (and look at how that turned out, haha), but not only was July a month full of pleasure, but it was also full of pain work. I was bordering a D for Orgo, so I spent a good portion prioritizing that—and it wasn’t for naught! Not only did I pass, but I went from a C- to a B! A freaking B, not even a B-!!! I’m still so shocked… I also ended up with over a 100 for lab, but I honestly kinda expected that. I’m just so glad I graduated without failing Orgo 2. Was infinitely better than Orgo 1, but goodbye, will never see you again. If I ever do, it’ll be too soon… Had hella good professors, though. That, I will say.

I go from ranting about Orgo to raving, even though it’s almost been a month… Oops ^^” The grade just still makes me so giddy, haha. Anyway, been mainly prioritizing drawing this (plus a part two to this, which I do have done as well, but I will be posting that sometime later today), though I did spend a good portion of the first half of this month rebooting my personal writing club. Enough about where I’ve been—let’s talk about the piece, shall we?

So, this was originally just an art idea I knew I wanted to do later, and when I saw what the first prompt was, it automatically came to the forefront of my mind. That, plus with the idea I eventually got for the second prompt, I really just had to. I actually probably could’ve gotten this done in a more reasonable time, but, see, when things are just an idea, I don’t put too, too much thought into them—only enough to consider them neat or substantial or something.

When it actually came to it, I found myself at a dilemma of just how faithful I wanted to stick with Orihime’s confession. Originally, I thought about incorporating the five specific things she mentioned into different past lives, but then I realized the timelines wouldn’t really make sense with what I was going for, especially considering Soul Society and stuff, which I had not thought about. So I kinda had to choose between previous lives or parallel lives. I initially went with the latter, but… idk, last minute, like the week of, I decided after checking the prompt list one more time that, nah, I definitely wanted previous lives. So, uh… yeah… I might still end up making a parallel lives version of this in the future, ‘cause I did like those ideas, too. We’ll see.

Anyway, I did try to make them at least somewhat reminiscent of the five things: Orihime and Hikoboshi are related to the astronaut thing ‘cause of space and stars and stuff. Heian Period IchiHime, well, it’s a bit of stretch, but I couldn’t really fit donuts in here since the timeline between them and the introduction of ice cream and the current timeline would’ve made one/two of these lives tragically short without even factoring in Soul Society—nothing wrong with tragedy, but not for this post, haha. So I went with small Chinese cakes ‘cause they’re a sweet? And they’d definitely be a very rare and special treat, so… idk.

Shinigami IchiHime’s also a bit of a stretch? You’d think I’d have the easiest time with being a teacher sometime in history, but I ended up sticking it here, and I was adamant I wanted to draw them in their academy days. So, you’ve got Orihime teaching Ichigo some kido techniques or something, idk. Maybe there’s also a kido equivalent to the dummy Hollow thing? And Orihime has a similar/equivalent position to Shuuhei for that? Idk, am just spitballing here to justify myself even though I know I don’t have to.

Then finally, we got Edo Period IchiHime, with Ichigo introducing ice cream to Orihime for the first time ever. And then of course, I shouldn’t have to explain the last one, haha.

Oh, God, I have so much to catch up on… which I will do later. And hey, since my scheduled posts are all up, I guess I’ll just use my queue to reblog posts I’ve missed since Ik I definitely will be reblogging a lot—don’t wanna bombard you with a ton of posts, aha. I will be making them daily instead of weekly, though, so that I’m not stashing them for too long. Starting tomorrow.

[imreadydollparts]

Mattel Head Glue

With G3 Monster High hitting shelves, people are looking at G1 again and looking for ways to rectify the disgusting, seeping, doll destroying head glue Mattel was using at that time.

Not only is it gross but the glue discolors the vinyl heads of the dolls.

Barbie, Monster High, Ever After High, and Disney dolls all had the glue.

This method was shared to Reddit with incomplete information which has caused some confusion and concern there.

My biggest concern is OP claiming this is safe.

We don’t know if it’s safe. Not enough time has passed TO know. All we know is that L.A.’s Totally Awesome removes and at least partially sets Mattel’s head glue.

ETA:

Jul 19 2024 I rechecked some of the heads from that first batch again at 7 years after treatment:

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/756382833722982400/its-come-up-again-and-i-decided-to-dig-out-the

And posted a few trials of other glue removing methods for the science:

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/756426553175457792/important-notes

Room Temp T.A.

I’ve pulled out some of the original heads that I’d treated in this post from 2017, so some of the first to be treated:

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/166572190170/the-super-long-totally-awesome-follow-up-post

These were soaked using this method:

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/189592816645/i-may-have-figured-this-out-a-whole-2-years

They seem fine, so far.

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Abbey has a blend of Doll Grade Kanekalon and Saran hair with tinsel. All three are fine. Her face paint is ok, the glitter looks the same, and her vinyl is the same shade of blue it was before. (She was treated before the glue had a chance to cause discoloration)

Her head is no harder than before other than where glue is. Because the glue itself has hardened, her scalp area is firmer than her face.

She is a little sticky again which comes as no surprise considering I was still experimenting and hadn’t really nailed down how long to let them soak, yet.

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Snow White also has no problems, yet. She’s not sticky at all and still looks about new.

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The Barbie who’s name I have forgotten (Sorry, Barbie Friend) and who’s glitter eye shadow turned a little white in the soak is a little bit sticky, but not bad.

None of them have had anything odd happen to their face paint, vinyl, or hair fibers.

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This method does leave some glue inside the head and I had hoped it would be stabilized and stop seeping out. It seems it’s mostly stabilized but there may still be some in the roots of the hair that never set.

Hot T.A.

I also experimented with using hot cleanser (which I still do not recommend but I go over that in the related post).

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/670203500481970176/i-did-an-experiment

Other uses for Totally Awesome

Other things I’ve done with L.A.’s Totally Awesome are

Deflocking My Little Pony:  https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/708165700900028416/imreadydollparts-we-all-know-i-love-my-las

Removing tape residue from a doll:  https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/189391048515/experimenting-with-las-totally-awesome-again

Soaking sticky, disintegrating rubber bands from doll hair (not much info at the link, but it works great):  https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/187195051015/bonus-i-got-a-doll-in-the-mail-with-the-hair

!A real-true-total removal!

So far, the only report I’ve seen that shows a 100% removal of the glue is by @dollsorwhatever​ who tried a combination of L.A.’s Totally Awesome and pure tea tree oil.

https://www.tumblr.com/dollsorwhatever/706834548804157440/since-the-topic-of-glue-seepage-is-coming-up-again?source=share

Tea tree oil will strip the paint from the face and scalp.

If I’m understanding correctly, they had the same problems with just tea tree oil that I have with Goo Gone in that it’s effective but difficult to wash away when done, which is what prompted combining the oil with Totally Awesome.

Their result is total removal of the glue with some risk, versus Totally Awesome’s partial removal with low risk.

WD-40 and Totally Awesome vs glue-affected “Memory” hair.

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/757059496060321792/more-mattel-head-glue-mess?source=share

The Triton Trials:

Triton X-114 is effective at removing head glue from doll hair with results similar to Totally Awesome. There is more info and experiments here:

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711432510491574272/so-we-all-know-that-ive-been-experimenting-with?source=share

Triton X-114 vs a repainted Monster High Nefera

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711499336325971968/the-triton-trials?source=share

Triton X-114 vs a repainted Monster High Skelita

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711683240118910976/the-triton-trials?source=share

Totally Awesome used in the same manner as Triton X-114 results

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711701851881553920/the-triton-trials?source=share

Triton X-114 used in the same manner as Totally Awesome results

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711856920117559296/the-triton-trials?source=share

[meenawrites]

Spider Modern AU cause I can't help myself

I've seen so many people doing this and I love so much so I shall be participating as well. I'll also be doing other characters but this post is dedicated to Spider rn. I should really be working on my finals rn but here I am.

Spider is 100% a theater kid. Like no question about it. This kid can sing, he can dance, he can do gymnastics. He's the theatre troupe's pride and joy honestly, he's always pulling big stunts that wow the audience. This also ties into his love of storytelling in general so of course he's a theatre kid. Which ALSO means a lot of his playlist is musical songs cause.. ya know, obviously. I'd imagine Kiri actually secretly gave him access to her Spotify so he'd got access to premium (secret meaning everybody but Neytiri knows tbh). 

I think Spider actually does pretty well academically. He's a fast learner and his brain absorbs things like a sponge so once he understands a concept, it's all A's for him. It kind of pisses Kiri off how smart he is without trying sometimes, but she's also super proud of him for proving his haters (and her mom) wrong. 

This kid is the Anti-Bully of the school. He sees anyone bullying anyone and he's already aiming a punch at their face. Because of that, he's kind of seen as the protector of underclassmen and targets in general so he's pretty well liked generally, except for by the traditionally popular kids. Also not super popular with parents cause all that really sticks in their heads is violent Tarzan kid. He kind of stops with the physical violence once Kiri expresses her worry for him and how she doesn't want him to just blindly resort to violence all the time. But then he starts making comments to bullies that piss them off equally so there's no real winning for him here lol.

I think Spider likes working with his hands a lot so on top of acting in theatre, he also comes up with and constructs a lot of things for set and they always look incredible. 

Also, inspired by @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie 's latest post, he joins the cheer team in solidarity with Lo'ak because he wants to get close to Tsireya. Refer to her post for more detail on that, I reblogged it if that helps. 

Despite being a year older than both Neteyam and Kiri, Spider and Neteyam actually share a lot of classes because Neteyam is a star student and skipped a grade. Kiri could probably also skip a grade if she wanted to, but her head's a little too in the clouds during classtime for any of her teachers to recommend it, even if she does get good grades. 

Spider still has his hair long, though I'm not sure if he would let it just endlessly keep growing or he would trim it here and there to his shoulders just to manage the curls a bit. I imagine his hair grows pretty fast so maybe once a year he chops it back to his shoulders and in like three months it's already almost to his elbows. He's gotten pretty good at braiding though, so when he can't be bothered to put effort into maintaining his curls, he just brushes his hair violently and braids it all in like dutch braids or other complicated hairstyles. The girls' soccer team probably starts recruiting him to braid their hair before games (based on my own experience lmao).

On a more serious note with his home situation... I think as a kid he was probably passed through multiple foster homes and all of them kind of said that he's too much for them. Then he ends up with the McCoskers and while they're not ideal they never say anything like that or try to get rid of him (yes they neglect him but seeing how he was treated before and they're not kicking him out, he's okay with them just giving him a place to stay). At least I'd imagine until maybe something big happens like he overworks himself or something and who notices other than the new family in town? The Tonowari family. And then they swoop in and are like 'mine now' and Spider's just like what? Unconditional love? A home where they notice I'm gone? Where I don't have to find my own food? What is this?

BUT IF TRUDY LIVED: so I imagine as a kid he'd still maybe be passed through the foster system a little, but Trudy is invested in his well-being, she's just still convinced there's some couple out there who'd be better for Spider overall until she sees all of them rejecting this perfect kid and she's like screw it and screw my own problems, I'll work through them for this kid but I'm taking him. And he's a happy boy thank you very much, loves his mama to death. 

I'll probably have stuff to add eventually but take this for now. 

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hiya! I am soooo happy you opened your request box cause I've been loving all your fics so far <3 Can I request a hogwarts legacy mc reader fic talking to a portrait of professor fig after the events of the game? I always think they game never acknowledged how upset mc would really be losing fig, like their expression in the funeral was so blank it was painful!!

A/N: Oh my gosh, anon! Thank you so much for being the first person to send me a request! I 100% agree with you, like I was sobbing during that scene and MC just scrunches their nose?! I honestly think this is my best fic, so please if you like it do tell me! <3

I Miss You

MC!Reader x Professor Fig (platonic!)

It had only been two months since you became the hero of Hogwarts. Only two months since the only father figure you’d ever had died. The professors had quickly commissioned his portrait, and for over a week now he had hung proudly inside the office of his Magical Theory classroom. You had yet to visit the portrait of Professor Fig. The upcoming OWLs, only days away, were your main excuse. That you simply didn’t have time. In truth, you were scared to confront your loss head on… no one could make you admit how much Eleazar Fig’s passing had affected you.

As you left an early morning study session, you mused about how difficult it would be for Professor Fig’s successor. They would surely know that they had big shoes to fill. You imperceptibly shook your head to yourself, whoever they were… you almost felt sorry for them.

Heading down the corridor towards the Great Hall for a well-deserved breakfast, you walked past the classroom you’d come to know so well. Suddenly, you felt rooted to the spot. It was like you were hit with your grief all at once. You realised what you were truly afraid of… the future, one you had to face without your mentor.

You needed to see the office. You needed Professor Fig. Gliding towards the classroom, eyes searching the corridor for anyone watching you, you slipped through the classroom door. Passing through the empty classroom, you cautiously opened the office door that you once used to bolt through. The confidence was gone, maybe forever.

It was difficult to miss the large painting hanging behind the professor’s desk, and your eyes instantly locked with his familiar brown ones. He gave a smile of relief, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Ah, Y/N. I wondered when I’d be seeing you. What brings you here?” You felt yourself welling up, and you balled your hands into fists to try and maintain some composure. His voice was like a drop of rain in the midst of the hottest desert.

“I just… I just need some advice.” The words tumbled out of you before you could think about it as you slowly stepped closer and closer to the painting. “The Hero of Hogwarts needing my humble advice? Sounds serious.” He spoke with a bemused tone. You jumped up to sit on top of his desk, hunching over to make yourself as small as possible, hands clasped tightly. Anything to stop yourself from breaking down. “You are… were a hero too.” You muttered under your breath.

“What troubles you, my young friend?” He looked at you with furrowed brows and a concerned gaze. He had never seen you so downtrodden before.

“Well, I don’t know… I guess just - everyone else has had five years to prepare for the exams. And I, well, I’ve only had one.” You rolled your eyes at yourself, almost feeling silly for complaining about it. “And you’ve done exceptionally well, you’ve surpassed any expectations that anyone had of you. Including me, and my expectations of you were already very high.”

“What if I’ve not done enough?” You questioned, deliberately looking anywhere except at Fig’s painting. “What if I don’t get the grades I need?” The painting shook his head with a lopsided smile. After all you’d accomplished, you still couldn’t see your true worth. “I know you shall. I’ve seen you work, I’ve seen your abilities. There is no doubt in my mind you’ll get at least Exceeds Expectations in every class.” You shook your head slowly, wanting to believe it but feeling like something was blocking you. A few moments of silence passed, the professor patiently waiting for you to continue, knowing instinctively that something more was bothering you.

“What will my future be? What do I want to be?” You looked up, staring directly into his painted eyes, desperately trying to remember his real ones. How warm they had been, how you could see decades of wisdom and experience behind them. “I’ve known so little about this world, and now I have to decide my whole future in it.” Your voice cracked as you struggled to keep your emotions bottled in. Professor Fig nodded his head sagely, and you knew he understood what you needed in that moment.

“You’d like my help to decide?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Help me prioritise which subjects to focus on.” A hand ran through your hair, then over your face. “I’ll need the best grades in subjects I carry to NEWTs… and those exams determine my career, right?” The painting hesitated, clasping his hands in front of him before humming in agreement.

Silence again. This time it was charged, heavy with words unsaid. You wanted to break the silence but didn’t know what to say. Technically, the Professor Fig in front of you wasn’t really him and as you chewed on your lip staring at floor below the painting, you were painfully aware of it.

“I think you should consider taking Magical Theory as a NEWT.” Your head whipped up to meet Fig’s gaze, eyebrows raised. “No… No, I couldn’t.” He frowned, his head tilting slightly. “Why not? We spent the whole year researching your own magic, I think you could teach the class yourself now.” He chuckled to himself, but the eyes that once sparkled when he laughed remained the same dull brown. Another reminder that things would never be the same. “Because… it wouldn’t be you teaching me. I don’t think I could stand it. Someone else standing where you should be.”

You stared at each other for a few moments before you broke the eye contact, lowering your eyes into your lap, your hands almost bleeding from how deep you were digging your nails into your skin.

“Y/N, I may never have taught you officially in my class, but you’ll always be my proudest achievement. I hope you know that.” He always knew exactly what to say, even when you didn’t know what you needed to hear. The tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them, and soon the floodgates opened and all the bottled emotions came seeping out at once.

“I miss you so much. I don’t know how I’ll do this without you.” Loud sobs echoed across the office, and a hand lay on your chest as you tried to fight the intensity of what you were feeling. “You taught me everything, I wouldn’t even be here without you. And now I have to continue on without my… father.”

The painting of the Professor looked shocked for a moment before he melted into a warm smile. If he could have hugged you, he would have. “I’ll always be here, Y/N. I know it isn’t quite the same. But the advantage of being a painting is that you’ll always know where to find me. I won’t be off on a week-long research project… or sent off on one of the headmaster’s silly errands.”

A quiet giggle escaped you, soon developing into a real laugh. It was brief, but it was time you’d laughed since he died. Professor Fig smiled down at you, pleased to see a glimpse of your old self again. You wiped away your tears, summoning a parchment and quill. “Okay. Let’s get down to business, shall we?” You announced with a true smile, one that the painting returned with a fond nod. It wasn't quite the same, but the painting would help you through your grief. You'd always have a piece of your mentor in your heart.

[cosmicalart]

Trope grading game

Thank you @artsyunderstudy and @hushed-chorus for tagging me in this.

Actually took me a little bit after work to fill this out as I don't usually think too heavily about why I like a trope, and sometimes I'm in the mood for a specific trope and will look for those tags exclusively, but most of the time I'll read anything that isn't a big nope for me.

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded 0 - don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: -9

I wanted to say nope to this one, I’ve never really been in a ship/fandom that had any major age gaps, but ones with larger gaps or when one person is barely legal (18-20) it just puts me right off and gives me creep vibes. However, I didn’t give it a nope because there are some smaller age gaps that are fine, like Penny and Shep, if I remember correctly she’s 19 and he’s 22 when they met, an age gap like that is fine

Codependency: +5

Kinda hard to explain this one, it changes with the context but I do lean more towards being enticed

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +5

In cases like Simon and Baz, yes, 100% into that, but when it gets toxic or violent then I want nothing to do with it, there is nothing romantic about that

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +3

As long as that's not their defining trait, then I do enjoy seeing different dynamics where the characters balance each other out, plus I find even relationships irl tend to have some opposite differences to balance them out

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10

Absolutely, I eat this shit for breakfast, but it does have to be done right (like Snowbaz) they have to bond and actually fall for each other, not just be physical attraction and that's it, you can’t just have the characters hating each other and literally trying to murder the other only to turn around and bang it out

Friends with benefits: 0

I’m indifferent, I mean if it ends with them being lovers and there's some angst then hella yeah, but if it’s just friends banging it out for no reason and then happen to date because of it then no thank you

Sex to feelings: 0

As someone who is demisexual, this is a bit hard for me to grasp, but that doesn’t mean I won’t read it, sometimes I’m just really in the mood for smut and this can have the potential for some good hurt/comfort

Fake dating/relationship: +9

Now I really love this if done well, and I have read some really good Snowbaz fics with this premise and wish there were more (I may attempt to write one myself but idk if I’d be able to do the trope justice), but it can sometimes feel a little surface level and frustrating in the “why don’t you just communicate and everything would be better” kind of way

Friends to lovers: +6

This can be really fluffy, or extremely angsty and I’m down for both

Found Family: 0

I like the concept in theory, especially for Simon, his friends are his family (and once he learns about his actual family them as well) but I see this as more of a platonic thing and not so much as a romantic trope, and it can a lot of times be used to gloss over the trauma from biological family when found family isn’t some magic bandaid

Hurt/Comfort: +10 For everyone who’s read carry on, do I really need to explain this one

Love Triangle: 0

Depends on the ship, technically there was a love triangle between Agatha, Simon and Baz. I like it in a more light-hearted way where no one gets hurt

Poly, open relationships: -5

I’m perfectly fine with open relationships, and certain situations get a pass (Someone wicked for example) but I’m pretty monogamous and when reading a ship I usually look just for those two characters. I will say in previous fandoms I have read really good poly relationships so I might read it

Mistaken/hidden identity: +5

I think this would be a funny trope that could be done more, if done right. I have read a few wrong number texting fics that I will count as mistaken identity and they can be great

Monsterfucking: +5

Depends, I have to be in the mood for smut and it has to be written well because it can very easily turn me away

Pregnancy: -9

Again, another one I wanted to nope on, I click out of anything with mpreg; that just isn’t my thing, if it’s a hot couple or the pregnancy is through surrogacy or something then I have no problem with it.

Second Chance: +10

I need this, this works with hurt comfort. Break-up fics destroy me so I need a second chance trope to mend my heart

Slowburn: +10

No explanation needed

Soulmates: +5

Can be really cheesy which is fine, but if it’s cheesy and just not written well then I have a hard time getting into it, but when it is done well then I love it.

Tags under the cut

I already tagged a bunch of people this morning for wip Wednesday, so I'm just gonna tag a few and leave this open-ended to anybody who wants to try

@cultofsappho @bean-mints @ionlydrinkhotwater @larkral @vkelleyart

[beefwords]

Angel Meat: The Angel Clinic

The Angel Clinic is closed tonight. I knew this on the bus drive, but for some reason I find myself here, standing outside with the other angels, in line, waiting for the sun to rise and the doors to open. The sky is a barely blue black, stars a distant tapestry, and the angels a line of silvery and golden light in the shadows. I’m twentieth in line. The air shimmers around our wings, our eyes, our halos, where we wait beneath the underpass. A billboard advertises miracle cures. A neon sign flickers for the corner shop down the block. A black car rolls past, full of unseen eyes, the bass of some music ruffling feathers and reverberating through the air.

A pair of humans pass by, not looking at us, scruffier than us. Better to avoid eye contact than to pity, they think. They’re probably right. Humans often are.

I watch them.

The sun rises.

A clinic worker turns on the open sign and opens the doors, and we march in, taking our number tickets as we enter and sit in the waiting room. More angels file in and begin a line anew outside the door and down the sidewalk. We continue to wait in silence.

A cheap fan oscillates on a shelf in the corner, disturbing the plastic greenery.

The fluorescent lights buzz above my head in the false ceiling.

A phone rings in a distant room.

“Number 20,” an automated voice calls. “Proceed to office 3.”

I stand, and follow the instructions, shimmering into the private office. A human greets me with a polite smile, and gestures to the seat across the desk from him.

“Good morning, please take a seat. ID?”

“TY-562223-34H.”

He enters the ID into the old brick of a computer, keys clacking in the silence. He’s a familiar face at this point, an older human with white hair, white skin, and large glasses. There’s a soft sheen of sweat across his wrinkled skin. He has a slight arrhythmia. His name is John Westley. He is divorced, with an estranged adult daughter.

“Ah! Xertia, I knew I recognized you. What brings you into the clinic today?”

“I need to make some money.”

He nods, understanding, crossing his hands in front of him. “Alright. Did you have a specific goal in mind?”

“$32,000.”

He raises an eyebrow, eyes widening for only a moment. “I see. Let me put that into our system and see what we can do for you…”

I know it is a grim number, but it is imperative that I get this money, and fast. I am in a lot of debt. I’m glad that the clinic workers don’t ask why I need money.

“Alright, let’s start small. Your eyes are $100 each, being a Silver Grade Cherub. I imagine you don’t have 320 eyes, and would like to be able to see at least a little, but it’s a start. How many eyes do you think you can part with?”

I have 50 eyes. “48.”

He enters that into the computer. “Mm-hm. That leaves us with $27,200 left to make. Hair is $89 per pound. For a full head of hair like yours–”

“Hair is too cheap. I’d like to sell my arms.”

“...Right. Each of your arms is $500, I’d say. You want to sell all of them?”

“...Yes.” I thought they would be worth more– they aren’t that skinny.

More typing. “The new number to beat is $25,200.” He pauses. “The healing time for the arms will be significantly longer than for your eyes, you know.”

“I am aware.” I point, then, to my wings. “How much are my wings worth?”

He evaluates, eyes calculating. “$1500 each, including the feathers. You know we’re not allowed to take all your wings, though, right? It’s illegal.”

“I know. I want to sell five of them.” I have six.

Click-clack-click-clack-click. 

“$17,700 left of your goal.”

“Organs. How much are my organs?”

“Well, it depends on the organ,” John muses, leaning back in his chair. “Your lungs are about $800 each, give or take. Your stomachs are about $2000. Kidneys, $500 each. Gonads, $6000. Hearts, $8000. And so on. Again, I have to remind you that certain items are limited, especially hearts.”

“Alright. I’d like to sell two hearts.”

“We’re only allowed to take one at a time.”

Damn. “One heart, then. And a stomach and a gonad.”

He smiles at the new number on his screen. “Alrighty! That takes us down to $1700– I know just the thing. We have a deal going on right now, where your ribs and rib meat will cost double if all of them are removed together. That will give you extra spending money for after the procedure– you’ll get to your goal with about $800 extra. How’s that sound?”

It sounds very good.

“Deal.”

“Wonderful. Let me just finish up with this paperwork and I’ll send you in to see the doctor. Is that all you wanted to bring up today?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Fantastic. Did you want to sign up for our Poundage Program? One pound of meat is donated a month for a little extra income.”

“I’m already signed up.” 

He is forgetful. He doesn’t know me. He sees many angels a day.

“Ah! Very good. Thanks for stopping in today.”

I exit the room and follow a nurse into the operation bay. I’m not looking forward to the next few months or years of my life, painfully regenerating what they will take from me, but… a debt is a debt, and money runs my life as much as any mortal or immortal being. They attach me to tubes, look over my records, leave me to wait for a long time in silence, watching the time tick by on the old analog clock. The doctor enters and greets me, practically an old friend at this point. He describes the procedure, but I know most of them by heart by now, so I go through the motions and sign the waivers and papers and everything pushed my way.

The angelic anesthetic is administered, and the world drifts away, and I can finally find some relief. Relief in knowing the debt will be paid, at least for a little more time, and life can return to normalcy.

I wake, a new, mangled thing, and I am deposited outside the clinic with the assurance that the money will be in my bank account within the next five business days.

[seventeenlovesthree]

I have found this amazing headcanon-analysis of the the potential poly-relationship between Takeru, Hikari and Meiko by @uniarycode (please give it a read, it’s great!!!) and I realized something. Back in mid-2021, I had started one HUGE compilation of my headcanons for the relationship between Taichi, Sora and Koushirou to play out... And never finished that one. 

Since I had quite a few epiphanies in recent months, I finally wanted to sit down and write down all my headcanons for them – and how they’d actually manage to become a polyamorous relationship based on things that may have happened that way or similarly in canon (slightly tilted to the left, maybe more in an AU kind of way). 

LONG POST AHEAD.

Platonic / Friendship

Taichi and Sora have gotten to know each other even before their families moved from Hikarigaoka to Odaiba, so I’d say they probably already became friends in 1st grade (at the age of approximately 6), so calling them actual childhood friends isn’t too farfetched.

Sora played for the girls’ football team until the end of 3rd grade and then joined the boys’ team when she and Taichi are in 4th grade and that’s where they become an unstoppable attacking force. Since they’re already friends, they’re reading each other’s movements easily, understanding each other blindly and giving each other advantages and spotlight. Football is also the main thing they bond over after school and they regularly meet to gush over recent local league results, arguing about who are the best players, etc.

Koushirou joins their club when he’s in 4th grade, approx. half a year before they all go together to Summer camp – and as it was clearly stated in the novels, he wouldn’t have gone if Taichi hadn’t invited him. Taichi and Sora are immediately taking him under their wing, as they can both tell he’s not the most athletic and has a hard time keeping up with the pace of their other teammates, so their natural instinct to take care of younger ones takes over easily. Taichi is also the one who first asks Koushirou whether he wants to hang out with them outside of the club – to which Koushirou reacts with complete and utter confusion. He turns him down the first few times, as he is 100% sure that Taichi won’t even enjoy his company, as they do not seem to have a lot in common at first – but Taichi doesn’t give up. He’s not pushy about it, which Koushirou is very grateful for, since spending time with people is still pretty exhausting to him at this point in time. But he quickly discovers how kind Taichi actually is, always praising his passes with a loud “Nice shot!” all across the pitch and doesn’t shy away from telling him that he should be proud of his ability to read their opponents’ positioning, calling him “the best offside trap of all times”. Sora is naturally protective of Koushirou as she senses that he’s reserved and not very comfortable around others and thus gently nudges him, asking what he would like to do after school. They end up playing video games at the Yagami residence, either all three of them, just Taichi and him (or them getting joined by Hikari every once in a while). In the following months, it rather becomes a thing for Taichi and Koushirou to hang out and Taichi quickly notices that the kid he first perceived as rather shy has quite a bold and forward nature when it comes to solving riddles and stuff (mainly through them doing homework together). He liked Koushirou before that, but seeing him get excited and outgoing over things makes it even easier for Taichi to bond with him.

After their adventures in the Digital World, both Sora (6th grade) and Koushirou (5th grade) leave the football club to pursue other interests – Sora joins the tennis club as Koushirou regularly visits (and eventually captains) the computer club. Taichi often (jokingly) mopes about them “leaving him behind” – at the beginning, he was indeed disappointed, but deep down, he is happy that they’re doing things they’re more interested in, as they’ve all grown more confident in recent months.

In terms of “hanging out”, Sora and Koushirou live in the same building and before entering middle school, they tend to go home together a lot – and also end up doing homework together at times. He helps her with English and several Science related subjects (she’s decent at Math and Biology, but can’t stand Physics and Chemistry) and she helps him with Social Studies and Arts. Taichi tags along at times, but doesn’t get as invested in their conversations about the subjects, even if they try their best to make him take his tasks seriously. Koushirou also helps Sora in doing research about flower arrangement, as she struggles with it a lot.

All three of them aren’t particularly good at talking about feelings, but the longer they know each other, the more they pick up on each other’s interests, backgrounds and families. Koushirou already knows a lot about the Yagami family due to hanging out there frequently, he knew about Taichi’s and Hikari’s past already and Yuuko has basically accepted him as second son anyway, so she tells him a lot about her kids’ childhood. When he is at Sora’s place, he learns that her father works as university professor in Kyoto – as we all know, he’ll work with him one day in his research of Digital World affairs and whenever Sora is back home, she’d meet up with her father and Koushirou for lunch or dinner. Plus, he is getting along very well with her mother, who cherishes him for his calmer attitude – in comparison to Taichi, whose charisma she still finds charming, even if she is aware that him and her daughter have had their moments because of that.

Taichi is the one who first learns about Sora’s interest in fashion – and about her crush on Yamato. He discovers both of it unintentionally – the former not only because of the infamous hair clip disaster, but because even he, whose own fashion sense revolves around mainly sports gear, notices that her sporty wardrobe changed over time. As she spends a lot of time with tennis practice and preparations for tournaments, they don’t have many opportunities to meet during middle school and he does wonder when exactly she started to wear skirts that much whenever they meet. He’s observant enough that he notices her getting a lot more flustered around Yamato and at first, she’s even acting apologetic (even offensive) towards him when he points it out towards her. Even if it bugs him that they don’t spend a lot of time together anymore, he’s the one who pushes her to confess to Yamato – it’s a phase in which they butt heads a lot, especially because his well-meaning attempts to encourage her to “not wear skirts if you don’t want to, it’s not that hard” aren’t always appropriately phrased. However, they’re still there for each other whenever it’s needed and Taichi really, REALLY wants Sora to be happy after all.

Koushirou doesn’t purposely intervene when they’re having quarrels, but he’s also naturally the one Taichi turns to in order to talk about her and her distant behaviour (since they’re friends after all and even if “emotional stuff” isn’t their subject of expertise, the conversation just naturally goes there, because they’re both nuts that care a lot). It also happens frequently that Sora and Koushirou bond over Taichi being “like that”, they both know how he can be at times and as much as they both cherish him, it’s something Koushirou often cannot help but side with her over.

It takes until high school before Taichi and Sora really start to get along with less teenage hormones arguments again and it starts with small gestures and attempts – like her attending Taichi’s football matches again occasionally and him giving her a book on design and colour coordination for Christmas. Around that time, she does return to a more Sora-like clothing style, but it takes time for her to figure out what exactly that means.

During their transition period between middle- and highschool, their schedules are extremely off – Taichi still often finds himself visiting Koushirou by his window after football practice, since the Izumis live on the ground floor. When they know that Sora is around, they text her to join them there as well. Koushirou himself doesn’t attend any clubs in middle school anymore, as he wholly committed to doing research (and mentor work) for the new Chosen Children, so he either ends up at home early or spends a lot of time at the computer rooms in school. Sometimes, Taichi picks him up from there, even if he has to go out of his way for that. (He also did that at times when he was in middle school and Koushirou still in his computer club in elementary school whenever football practice was cancelled, so the other club members often wondered why that – kinda popular – upperclassman was around that often. There were rumours… Lots of them.)

When Koushirou learns about Sora’s affinity for fashion – he notices the kimonos she made for the culture festival in school –, he is very keen on helping her with research here as well. Not only does it inspire him to create his infamous clothing app, but she also kindly nudges him towards figuring out his own preferred style (because it’s still easier for her to see that for others than for herself). His gear is either formal or reminiscent of what he always wore (Button downs and wide pants) and her suggestions lead him to wear more comfortable things, especially when he’s spending hours upon hours on his laptop. 

When Koushirou enters highschool, they actually pick up the habit of chatting and calling each other over the phone a lot more. They did that in middle school through the digiterminal, but only for the sake of Digital World missions, not because of private things. You know – they still learn how to communicate. Taichi still isn’t very good at dealing with technology and Sora isn’t too used to texting either (and usually prefers to call), but Koushirou eventually convinces them that electronic communication isn’t too bad to stay in touch better (as he already demonstrates by texting a lot with Mimi in America and Sora actually starts doing this with her as well).

Falling for each other / going into romance

Each of them coming to terms with their feelings being more than just platonically based – takes time, to say the least. A LOT of time.

For Sora, the period of alienating herself from the group in her early twenties to find her purpose, is also the time when she has to contemplate whether or not she is even ready to be in a committed long-term relationship at all. With Yamato being focused on figuring out his own career and her figuring out if design is really the thing she intends to ditch the iemoto-family-inheritance over – they may actually come to the conclusion to stop seeing each other, but remaining on friendly terms.

It’s after her and Taichi had to say good-bye to their Digimon partners (for the time being at least) that they actually decide to meet each other in private again. They’re both still going to different universities and since they’ve both had a tendency to distance themselves from everything and everyone else for quite some time, it’s hard for either of them to make the first step towards one another. Thankfully, Koushirou has always been adamant on the “please just use the phone, you don’t have to write a wall of text, just send a simple message” part of their communication process – especially now that he is making his own phones at his own company, he, being the office shut-in he occasionally is, has to make sure they MAKE that move towards each other. To ask each other to have lunch or dinner, meeting after university/study hours – or to actually visit Koushirou at his office to have said dinner together (and silently apologizing to him for being so stubborn, even if they would never really admit that).

Koushirou himself is perfectly ready to just let the other two do their thing – despite him having had a crush on Mimi in highschool and (dreadfully) knowing exactly what these “suddenly changing” feelings mean, he doesn’t approach the situation in an initiative way. Taichi was always the person he had been closest with, physically and emotionally, he never took his own attachment to and adoration for him in a non-platonic way – until it finally hits him one day and no matter how much and how often Tentomon tries to encourage him to face that kind of revelation, he refuses to do that at first. It doesn’t help that he has always seen Sora as that wonderfully supportive friend who is also pretty gorgeous but, unlike Mimi, never had caused butterflies in his stomach, but more of a very warm, very affectionate glimmer, now that he thinks about it... But he decides not to get in the way, not with both of them finally getting closer to one another – because he comes to the conclusion that, objectively speaking, they would obviously be more drawn to each other than to him; doesn’t matter that he himself feels attracted to both of them, that could be “an anomaly” after all, he could not imagine someone like Sora – who apparently fell for the likes of Yamato AND Taichi – to fall for someone like him, just for example. And neither would Taichi… Right? Speaking of anomaly, he thinks to himself, what does that even mean in this case? So his curiosity gets the better of him and he does research, lots and lots of research on unconventional, non-heteronormative relationship dynamics, the phenomenon of being attracted to several genders and only after a certain level of closeness, etc., and oh boy, does he get lost in that…

Taichi is still hesitant when it comes to facing his feelings as well – of course he has somewhat recognized by now that he is definitely attracted to redheads (if the porn he hides beneath his bed gives you any indication towards that), but going for one of his closest friend’s ex-girlfriend who is also one of his own best friends while simultaneously coming to the conclusion that his other best friend ALSO has some impact on him despite being a guy is… Quite conflicting, to put it lightly. He wants to do SOMETHING, he wants to work towards the unification of the Digital and the real world, strengthening the relationships – but how does one deal with all of that, your own mental health after having lost your literal soulmate, AND the idea that you may have fallen for two people at once? He’s HAPPY that he and Sora (awkwardly) try to reconcile after all this time, seeing her slowly but steadily thriving in figuring out that creating fashion designs is exactly what she had always wanted, it BUGS him that Koushirou is so committed to finding a way to restore his and Agumon’s partnership while totally overworking himself, he wants to shake him, tell him that it’s fine, tell Sora that he’ll always be supporting her with everything he can, but… He doesn’t really know how to do all of that (yet).

Sora feels that change in her as well, but it confuses her even more. Going for fashion design after having concealed her true desires for such a long time, breaking through expectations and family traditions, is one thing – but going for two men at once after having broken up with someone out of their shared friend group feels like it should be absolutely out of question.

And thus, no progress was made for a long time – until the others begin to feel the change as well. Mimi noticing that Sora had suddenly become weirdly talkative on the phone (or in texting) swooning over Koushirou improving the design apps he had been working on for her for years, encouraging and supporting her through his gadgets. Mimi feels like something in her universe has shifted a little, because usually, SHE was one who praised Koushirou in front of Sora, so her getting so open about these things feels off. Not to mention that she hasn’t even mentioned getting into any disagreements or arguments with Taichi – on the contrary, she looks genuinely serene, almost bubbly when even mentioning his name.

That’s it, Mimi thinks to herself, and contacts “the squad”, namely Miyako (and in extension Hikari) as well as Takeru as “spies” to gather information. Takeru gently nudges Yamato, trying to figure out how his current state with Sora is, leaving Yamato just as confused, because he hasn’t noticed much of a change after having broken up with her, with them just ”texting normally”. He does mention that Taichi felt a bit less depressed than he was just a few months ago. Hikari confirms the same thing in regards to Taichi, but also claims to have the impression that he seems rather “confused” and “spaced out”, leaving behind things at the Yagami residence, forgetting meetings in general, etc, but she blamed that on him being too focused on his thesis, even after having handed it in a while ago. And Takeru can only agree with Mimi that, for some reason, Koushirou appears to be strangely hyper as well – despite knowing that he hasn’t made any progress in getting Agumon and the others back yet. Miyako is the one who makes the dramatic deduction that something as scandalous as a “love triangle” might be going on here; she was half joking, but Hikari starts to beam slightly, sensing that something else must be going on.

And so Mimi and Takeru try to dig at Koushirou first – because they both KNOW what an emotional mess he CAN be if approached from the right side. To their surprise, he is actually more grounded in his own deduction of the situation, having come to the conclusion that, yes, his feelings may fall under the category of polyamory, but he still has no intention of moving towards that… Until they both start to push him in that direction LOUDLY, trying their best to invalidate his rational approach (“Who cares if you can’t get married with two people at once, what is the Digital World for then, do they even have a law system specifying ANYTHING in terms of romantic relationships? Ha, didn’t think so!”).

Miyako is the one who tries to dig deeper at Sora – and Hikari does the same with Taichi. They’re both feeling easily dragged into a corner, not directly admitting what it is that moves them at the moment, but both Miyako and Hikari are addressing the whole “But didn’t you say you finally wanted to become happy again?” issue they’ve been dealing with for quite a while now, leaving both of them in thought.

It still takes some time of contemplation for either of them – but seeing how Taichi and Sora are even more reluctant to face their feelings, Koushirou is the one who eventually approaches them in a more… Matter-of-factly “That’s the way it is, at least how I see it, what do you propose we shall do about this?” kind of of way that baffles the other two even more. Initially, Taichi and Sora had decided to drag Koushirou out of his office to take a break from overworking –  so they did not expect him to throw that bomb on them in return.

A night of very confusing conversations trying to give the whole dilemma a name (usually followed by long moments of silence) later – they decide to actually give it a try. It’s weird and surreal and, again, neither of them is really able to fully process what HAS been happening between them, but… They know they care for each other. Deeply. And being in each other’s lives makes them better, feel better, wanting to be better, much better than they did when they were dealing with everything by themselves. They’re aware it will not be easy, on the contrary, figuring this out will take its time, its toll, and emotional breakdowns, probably changing the dynamics they’ve been developing ever since they were kids forever. But… They decide it’s worth trying.

 The relationship / dating

Once their partnerships with their Digimon are restored (thanks to them finally finding their own personal happiness), they all start to seriously work towards their future – this time, together.

Sora, becoming a professional designer of Japanese clothing with her own twist on it, is responsible for providing not only her two partners but also their Digimon with appropriate attire for their respective fields of working; mainly suits (for the official conferences and ambassador meetings), but also more utility/occasion related clothing (such as the laboratory clothing Koushirou wears).

Koushirou on the other hand also provides them all with gadgets for their work fields, with Sora not only getting improved versions of his fashion apps, but also multi-function glasses for her exhibitions, based on the distortion tracking goggles he keeps providing Taichi with. Him and Taichi also work together compiling the data the latter needs for his speeches.

Taichi is the one being away the most due to diplomat duty in the future and it took a while to get there too, with various internships, travels to the Digital World – thus, electronic communication becomes more important than ever. Whenever he’s home, him and Sora cook together, as she has taught him more complicated dishes outside of the more simplified ones he was capable of (Omurice…) and he brings home lots of recipes from countries all over the world for them to try out together. Koushirou, being among the least picky eaters out there, enjoys watching them like that.

When the situation allows it, they also use the Digital World as gateway-space to have dates – either in the explorative kind or just finding a quiet space to relax.

Since their dynamics and energy levels are so different, each combination would also have their own little dates without the third partner. Taichi cannot really deal with fashion talk like the other two do, Sora can’t keep track on the other two getting into their own nerd rambles and Koushirou, as mentioned, is not in on the cooking passion of the other two and also not as invested in sports anymore either – just for example. In regards to the latter, Taichi and Sora would definitely encourage Koushirou to work out more though – and he agrees if THEY agree to get more acquainted with the technology he provides for them, making sure they don’t break anything unintentionally and getting hurt in the process.

Spending time together may not happen as regularly as either of them would like to, but they enjoy it each and every time and make use of it to the fullest. They’d also have movie nights and very rambly calls on whatever was going on at the moment. They’d also have a group chat (and usually, it’d be two of them rambling with the third one going “What the heck, WHERE HAVE I BEEN???”).

Taichi is the most physical from the very beginning on, as his way of reconciling with Agumon also pathed the way for him to do as Hikari said – going for his own happiness. He also gets super (over-)protective of them, especially when they get sick. Whereas Koushirou rarely initiates, but does have his moments of allowing himself one – or two – shoulders to lean on. He was never good at asking for help – but having two very persistent partners who basically force him to face his own vulnerability as overwhelming forces of nature isn’t something he feels like protesting against too much. Plus, his love language has always been “acts of service”, so doing something for them in return, surprising them with his own personal declarations of love (like initiating the relationship in the first place) is definitely getting to them. As mentioned, the theme between them is still learning to communicate – and that goes specifically for their needs. Sora takes a while, but once she does get a grip on her own wants, needs and expectations, she does become more vocal (and physical) about wanting/needing affection, not only giving it, as that is her most natural approach. Comforting the other two is something that comes naturally to her – but them teaming up to make HER open up is something she is not used to at first, and has always been struggling with.

Their families had been mainly supportive from the very beginning; the Yagamis would basically see it as an extension of their son’s life generally being more “out of the norm” than anything they’d EVER witnessed and take it with a ton of humour; the Izumis probably would have accepted any lifestyle their son was going for as long as he felt comfortable with it and are extra happy to see him form a family on his own after he had been in doubt about his own whereabouts for so long; the Takenouchis had been the most difficult to deal with in comparison, but Sora’s father actually just wishes for Sora to never doubt the connections she shares with her partners, even with periods of long distance taking place here and there. Whereas her mother DID need time to accept the unconventional nature of their relationship at first, which is just what Sora was scared of. However, in the end, she cherishes both Taichi and Koushirou despite their intensely varying dynamics with her daughter and, just like with her career, eventually gives Sora her blessings.

As for their friends, most of them had been surprised at the outcome at first (with the likes of Iori and Jyou being most baffled at the possibility of such a thing even being possible), but all got used to it, with varying degrees of time passing. The “squad” had already been supportive from the start, Daisuke had nothing but adoration for his “senpais” and Yamato needed a while to really process what had been happening (actually feeling somewhat bad about not having been able to at least talk to Taichi or Sora up front), but was just as welcoming in the end as the rest.

Despite Taichi being the cheesiest in the relationship, getting all romantic and mushy, Sora having the tendency to mother the others to at least SOME degree and either of them usually being the ones initiating physicality and acts of affection – Koushirou would actually end up being the one to propose to the others first; just like at the beginning of their relationship, by actually using the argument Mimi was using to convince him back then, claiming that they could easily get married in the Digital World.

tbc

[ramen8baka]

✨Levi x reader ✨

“god, you’re so corny”

summary: y/n and Levi’s first date…

tw: none except for some cursing (other then that it’s innocent 😂)

Y/n and Levi had been crushing on each other for awhile. So when Levi finally asked her out (and she said yes) they were both ecstatic. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Levi, what the hell!” y/n laughed. Levi Ackerman and y/n l/n we’re walking around town like usual with two frappes. Levi had taken some whipped cream from his and put it on her nose. “there, you did say you wished you had more whipped cream” he smirked. “yeah but you know what I meant, dumbass. god, you’re so corny” “Oh am i the dumbass now? This is coming from the girl who took an IQ test and thought it was graded out of 100” y/n rolled her eyes.

“well, in my defense no one ever told me how those work!” “y/n… you got a 68” Levi said. the girl just stared down into her lap, defeated that for the 10th time that day she’d lost the argument.

“yea whatever” she grumbled. Just as Levi was about to respond his phone went off. “hello?” He said walking a few feet away.

when the call ended Levi hurriedly walked back over to y/n.

“sorry y/n I’ll talk to you later but there’s some stuff I need to work on. My boss just called me.” He smiled weakly. “oh, it’s ok! We do this almost every day after all” she scratches her neck. Which was true. It was their fault morning routine to get coffee or some type of drink together before they headed off to work. But the female couldn’t help but feel a bit upset due to her time being cut short with him. She’s be wrong if she said she didn’t have feelings for Levi. Ever sing middle school she developed a crush on him and it kind of her from there. Levi had the same situation going on. The funniest thing was, it was so obvious they like each other and everyone can tell except for- you guessed it- the people in love. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Levi rushed into his boss’s office since he had called him a few minutes earlier.

“hello sir, what did you need?” He asked politely. “‘Morning mr Ackerman. Due to a few people being absent for various reasons, we needed mrs romona to cover a document for me. Since she was originally going to do this but she can’t now, I’d like to pass it over to you.” His boss began explaining his assignment and he finished with

“if you do well on this emergency notice, I’ll give you a raise! There’s one catch, though”

“and that is…?” Levi askes

“it needs to be done by Friday.” Levi’s mouth dropped. It was Wednesday right now and this was a big matter! But he could use some more respect and a raise so…

about 3 weeks later you were sitting at her and Levi’s usual coffee shop. well I guess now it was just y/n’s. If she was being honest, she hadn’t seen Levi in weeks and she’d tried texting or calling him to catch up but he never answered. She was starting to think he was ghosting her. The girl was so deep in her thoughts she jumped a little when someone said

“looks like someone’s thinking hard” y/n looked up to see the one and only Levi Ackerman. she must’ve been thinking so hard that she wore a scowl. “Levi…”

“hey y/n” he gave a soft smile

“so-“ he cut her off “so whatcha drinking? The usual?” He smirked

“Are you serious? We haven’t seen each other in weeks and you don’t respond to any of my texts and calls! Then you just waltz in here like everything’s ok?!” The h/c girl yells. At this point everyone was looking at them. “Listen y/n I’m so sorry. My boss gave me the chance to earn a raise and I guess I got so caught up into it that I forgot about everything else. I’be just been such a workaholic lately” he explains. Levi takes her hands in his

“to make it up to you… do you maybe wanna go out?” He asks

“like a date?” Y/n questions

“yeah.. like a date”

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “you look beautiful” Levi compliments the female wearing a tight black dress with a jean jacket. “thanks, you don’t look bad yourself” she laughs. He takes her hand and leads her to his car. “so where are we going again?” “a little place I like to call you’ll see”

“god, you’re so corny”