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[popcorn-plots]

screw ap psych, smut is better

[earthtooz]

x : NOT JEALOUS ! :*+ﾟ

in which: alhaitham isn't jealous, he doesn't get jealous, so what is this suffocating feeling in his chest that only happens when you're talking to another man that isn't him?

warnings: 5.4k words, jealous!alhaitham x gn!reader who has loads of rizz, university!au, fluff with angst but happy ending, pining!alhaitham who doesn't realise that he loves you, kaveh is there, mention of cyno, ooc at some bits?, swearing, alhaitham is a little bit of an asshole at some parts sawry. he's bad with feelings.

a/n: inspired by @danijaci's jealous jealous boy comic with alhaitham! hi dani if you're reading this pls don't perceive me... hides... but i hope you all like it :,)

Alhaitham isn’t jealous. 

The uncomfortable feeling obstructing itself in his throat is just because he’s beginning to develop a sore throat- that’s all. It is flu season after all, who knows what kind of bacteria are in the air? Ones capable of lathing an uncomfortable oil that burns inside his chest, the smog crowding its way into his heart, sickening him to his core as Alhaitham can’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation happening beside him.

“I’m free friday,” a voice besides you confirms.

“Okay!” you cheer, sounding a little too happy for Alhaitham’s liking. After all, it’s 9 am, who has this much energy in the morning? “lets do Friday then!”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then. Bye Y/n.”

“Bye, see you!” Alhaitham watches from the corner of his eye as you wave to the random stranger you’ve decided to associate yourself with before finally taking the seat beside him with a sigh. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, feeling your eyes glance at him expectantly as he stares stubbornly at the lecture board instead of acknowledging you or the jumble of feelings clogging up his diaphragm. 

“Hello, you,” You lean over slightly, careful to not invade his personal space whilst waving at him, hoping to catch his attention. He glances at you, nodding in greeting before returning to his book, the pages and rows of words only fuelling his unease he suddenly felt. He doesn’t even know where he left off, the book’s events a blur in Alhaitham’s mind.

How bothersome. What’s happening to him?

“Talkative today, aren’t you?” Your tone is playful despite his cold attitude and Alhaitham sneaks another look in your direction, noting the way your lips curve upwards. “So, how are you?” 

“I’m fine,” he murmurs, inserting a bookmark between the pages before slamming it shut, an indicator that you could keep conversing with him.

“Cool.” You tap your nails on the desks of the lecture hall. “Oh, I finished my essay the other day.”

“The one for your elective?”

You hum in agreement, “I hope I never get it back. Submitted it ten minutes before the due date.”

“You know you wouldn’t have been stressed over it if you just started it earlier-”

“I know, I know,” you huff, “spare your productivity lectures for another time, I’ll be needing them later in the semester.” The grey-haired shakes his head as you laugh, but his gaze returns to the front cover of his book as he solemnly thinks about the interaction you had with another man, right in front of him. 

(What right did he have to see you smiling so earnestly like that?)

“Who was that?” Alhaitham coughs out, barely choking down his pride in time to make space for the question.

You murmur some guy’s name that he doesn’t bother to remember. “He’s a friend of mine in the same discussion group for this course and we decided to do the assignment together. He bumped into me on the way in so we were just planning when to meet to do the research.”

“Oh.” Your answer doesn’t calm the churning in Alhaitham’s gut. Not even one bit, in fact, it makes it worse. 

But it’s not jealousy, Alhaitham doesn’t get jealous because he’s above petty feelings of inadequacy. He’s merely concerned for you, worried for your brainpower by the end of the project because your partner seems less-than-incompetent. If you’d picked someone like Alhaitham (or better yet, just picked Alhaitham), you would’ve aced the class without even blinking an eye. 

(The two of you are friends, so why didn’t you pick him? It’s literally been proven that the two of you are compatible working together since you were both executives of Sumeru’s Cultural Society, and amidst all of the activities the club has run, you’ve collaborated many times to make each event run flawlessly. So why not him? Why would you pick another man over him?)

“You know you could have picked me, I wouldn’t mind working on the assignment with you,” he grumbles, words soft but very clear.

Alhaitham misses the way your eyes widen in shock as apologies scramble out of your mouth. “I’m sorry! I automatically assumed that you wanted to work on it by yourself. Next time I’ll ask you.” 

The lecture begins before he could say anything in return and like a robot, he sets his thoughts aside and begins listening, notes document up and cursor blinking at the ready.

A mundane two hours pass by, one powerpoint slide after powerpoint slide before the lecture is finally over, much to your pleasure. Alhaitham notices the way you eagerly jump out of your seat to stretch, grabbing your bag. On the other hand, your grey-haired accomplice takes his time in packing up, forcing you to wait for him.

“Would you like to get some coffee before the meeting?” You ask.

“Sure, we can find a seat there and join it together,” he adds and you beam at him, expression bright and so enchanting that it makes him forget about all the perplexities he felt before the lecture. 

The two of you make your way to one of the many campus cafés where you practically wrestled Alhaitham to stop him from paying for both your orders (losing in the end) before sitting at a booth, your laptop set up with a pair of Alhaitham’s earphones shared between you. The meeting begins to fill up with almost all committee members, even Kaveh, who resides in his room of his and Alhaitham’s shared flat. Upon noticing him, you go to text him, with the grey-haired peeking over your shoulder from time to time to see your conversation- not that he cares that much.

(Perhaps if Kaveh glanced up from his phone, then he’d see how close Alhaitham had gotten with you, breaching the distance that he prefers to keep around others. He’d also notice the headphone sharing despite how he generally tends to keep them out of anyone else’s hands.)

You’re tasked with the role of taking notes for the meeting since Alhaitham, in your opinion, is not at all a reliable scribe. His notes tend to just include vital information and never what everyone else needs to know, yet each time you scold him for it, his unbothered expression never falters, waving your complaints off with a shrug. 

“Hey, Kaveh and I are going to go for lunch tomorrow after our classes. Care to join?” You ask, smiling at him hopefully as your messages with Kaveh sit open on your screen. Alhaitham doesn’t think twice before agreeing. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“It looks like it’s about to rain,” you murmur, pulling out a chair as Alhaitham and Kaveh take their seats opposite you. 

“So it does,” Alhaitham notes, not caring to look too long out the window before returning his gaze to you. “You have an umbrella, right?”

“I, uh, didn’t think I needed one today.”

“Do you not check the weather before you leave?”

“Not everyone’s like you, Alhaitham.” Kaveh teases. “It’s no problem, Y/n, if it rains I can walk you back to your dorm.”

“Only if you are okay with it,” you insist, “I have no problem walking home in the rain. I love the rain.”

Alhaitham intervenes with a raise of his hand. “Nonsense, you’ll catch a cold. We’ll walk you home.”

A soft but genuine ‘thank you’ slips from your lips, neither of you wiser to the way Kaveh eyes his roommate suspiciously, not missing the use of ‘we’ in his sentence and the implications the collective pronoun has. For it meant that Alhaitham is willing to take precious time out of his day to perform an act for someone that he is not indebted to do. Not that Alhaitham is inherently selfish, per se, but he is a man of routine. He wakes up every morning and takes five minutes to scribble on his stupid whiteboard in the kitchen what he has to do for the day and strictly abides by it, not even straying two minutes off schedule.

Willingly volunteering his minutes? Kaveh finds that suspicious. 

“So, how’s your architecture assignment, Kaveh?” You ask, breaking the blond from his daze whilst Alhaitham pours glasses of water for the table, starting with your cup. 

“A nightmare,” he sighs, sinking into his chair. “I still have so much to do, you know my professor didn’t like my blueprint? How ridiculous! I hope that man steps in a puddle and wets his sock.”

The grey-haired pipes up with a remark. “I can’t wait for it to be done, our living room is a mess right now.” 

“Hey, I am the one that cleans that living room, thank you very much. Your bookshelf is still a mess even though I’ve asked you to clean it five times.”

“If it bothers you so much then why don’t you do it yourself?”

“I’m the only one who-”

“-I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you murmur, cutting the conversation before shuffling out of your chair, seemingly eager to do so.

Kaveh turns to the grey-haired again, “and you just scared away Y/n.”

“Sorry no one wants to hear about your architecture project.”

“Y/n literally asked, asshole.”

A rebuttal sits on the tip of Alhaitham’s tongue- as it always does when it comes to bickering with his roommate, but it dies out when an intruder comes to the table. “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt,” he begins, “but the person who just got up, is that your friend?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Oh, I just wanted to drop this off, mind passing it over for me?” The piece of paper he was holding lands in Kaveh’s hand. “Thanks, bro.” Is all he says before strolling away, out of sight but definitely not out of mind.

The blond does not hesitate to open it up, chuckling in amusement when reading the content. “’Hey you’re cute, here’s my number’ it says. What a bitch! You didn’t like his vibes either, right, Alhaitham?”

“Hold on, what does the note say?”

Grabbing (snatching) it from Kaveh, the grey-haired has half a mind to rip the note apart, a certain sense of distaste washing over him that intensifies the long he stares at the guy’s handwriting. His eye is twitching. Why is his eye twitching?

“Hey!” He hears Kaveh call. “Don’t scrunch it, that’s Y/n’s-“

Alhaitham stuffs the ball of paper into his bag where he’ll recycle it later even though something irrational within him tells him to burn it. “Y/n won’t miss it. You said it yourself, he’s a bitch.”

“Sure, but why are you doing-“

“Hey!” You interrupt, sliding back into your chair with a grin on your face. “So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing,” the grey-haired murmurs, assuming his crossed-arm position. Kaveh side eyes his roommate before agreeing with a hum. “Let’s order something now. We want to beat the rain, right?”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

This meeting for the Sumeru Society might have been one of the most important ones of the year thus far, with almost every committee member expected to attend. After all, the annual ball was a big event that always had the largest turnout, and the amount of planning that goes into it to ensure its success is almost triple that of its other events.

So why weren’t you here?

“Why did you leave the meeting early on Friday?” Alhaitham asks as soon as he sees you.

You pause briefly, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. It must have been the way that Alhaitham’s voice raised a pitch towards the end of the question, demonstrating a nervous break in character that was not at all typical. Cool and collected would be the defining words to describe Alhaitham, as well as someone who does not care for the menial activities of others, so what is he doing asking you? And why does he care so much?

“I, uh, had dinner with someone,” you confess, continuing to grab your books and laptop, missing the way his features contort into something un-cool, and very un-Alhaitham.

“Whom?”

You murmur the name of some other guy, who he vaguely recalls to be your project partner.

“What?” Alhaitham snaps.

“I didn’t think missing out on some of the meeting would be a big deal! I got another committee member to explain what I missed,” you justified. “Besides, there’s no big events going on right now, so I thought-”

“-That you could abandon your tasks and go have fun with someone else?”

Alhaitham’s not really sure why he said that. He’s not angry that you skipped a meeting; there are larger things in the world to worry about, he’s angry because you spent time with another guy that wasn’t him.Why not go to dinner with him instead? He spends it every night with Kaveh, and you are far more favourable than Kaveh.  

“Is it really something to get mad over? I already told you, I got the meeting notes and everything-”

“-You’re an executive of the society, Y/n, more is expected from you.”

“Seriously?” you ask, “how come you didn’t bat an eye when the vice president wasn’t there the other day?”

“Because she was sick.” 

“Okay, fine! what about the subcommittee? they’re not always there either!” 

“They’re subcom. Whether they miss a meeting or not is not crucial.”

“So, it’s just my business that you care about?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed, disbelief clouding over your expression like a mask.

Again, Alhaitham doesn’t know where these punches are coming from and why he’s throwing them against you so viciously, but his heart is tightening defensively with a burning emotion that he’s been feeling more and more recently, and his first instinct is to lash out, to protect himself from it.

Perhaps it’s because foreign things that he can’t understand terrify him and you, all you ever do is make him feel things that he’s never felt before and he can’t understand why. 

“You’re not that special.”

A flash of hurt gleams in your eyes and Alhaitham knows now that he’s royally fucked up. “You’re an ass,” you grumble, about to walk away when he intercepts.

“Listen to me!”

“Fuck off!” 

“Y/n-”

You’re gone before he can get another word out, retreating figure stomping away whilst his chest weaves into knots; something that no amount of deep breathing can calm. It doesn’t help that the minute he returns home, Kaveh is onto him like some sort of parasite, curious over the tense air surrounding his normally-composed roommate. 

“Hey, welcome home- whoa, what’s gotten into you?” The blond asks.

“None of your business,” Alhaitham grumbles through gritted teeth, taking his shoes off and throwing them aside haphazardly. Kaveh doesn’t miss the way Alhaitham’s jaw is clenched, or the strain in his hand when he brings up a hand to run through his hair, or the very subtle and minute twitch in his cheek.

The blond ignores all signs that he wants to be left alone, and instead, follows the grey-haired to his room after he swung the door open. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, let’s talk about this-”

“Talk about what?” Alhaitham growls.

“Who pissed in your black coffee today?” 

“No one. Now get lost.” 

“Aw, come on, you know what they say. Getting things off your chest is always beneficial.”

“There’s nothing on my chest, go away.”

“You sure? no stress, no deadlines, no love interest making you tear your hair out-”

“-No, no, none of those!”

“Then what?”

Alhaitham steadies himself by resting his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together as he exhales loudly. “I got pissed and took it out on Y/n, who’s mad at me now.”

“Huh? Why so annoyed?”

“Because Y/n went to dinner with another man.”

It’s silent for a while. The sassy quip that he expects from Kaveh does not happen. Instead, the blond merely smiles, a satisfied, knowing grin that slightly irks him. “You know, I’ve been waiting for the day you realise you have feelings for Y/n.” 

“What? Where did you get that conclusion from?” Alhaitham sits up straighter. There are a lot of things he knows, and he knows for sure that he does not like you in any way beyond platonic. He doesn’t have any time to spare for love. There are scholarships he still needs to apply for, internships to be interviewed for, research projects to submit- nowhere amongst the minute hand of the clock is there space for love. 

“Oh come on,” Kaveh sits down on the bed beside his roommate, leaning back on his hands. “You’re not as smooth as you hope to be sometimes.”

“I’m serious, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y’know the sooner you accept you have feelings for Y/n, the easier life will be.”

“Life is already easy and there is no sooner because I don’t like Y/n like that. Now get lost. I have stuff I need to finish.”

Kaveh shrugs, standing up with a soft ‘suit yourself’, taking seven steps before he’s out of the room. Alhaitham lets out a sigh that has lodged itself in his throat for too long, and the feeling of reprieve he gets is short-lived before he’s flooded with a certain tightness again. Maybe he did have a weight on his chest after all, not that he’d ever admit it to himself or Kaveh.

He gets up from his made bed with a grunt and decides to push aside all distractions. Time is unforgiving, and if doesn’t finish his assignment by this Friday then he’ll be a little less than pleased.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Alhaitham feels like he can’t breathe. 

You’re sitting alone at a library desk, all focused and concentrated on your laptop screen with your headphones on, blocking out any outside voice as you type away. He wonders if he should say hi, maybe try apologising for the way he acted last Monday- who is this guy that’s approaching you and why does he look so familiar? 

And why are you smiling so happily?

You beckon to the seat beside you and the guy readily complies, taking the chair beside you like he belonged there, like there weren’t other candidates that should be there instead (he’s not talking about himself. definitely not).

He hands you one of two coffee cups he’s holding. What kind of right does this guy have to give you a coffee? Does he even know your order?

He feels like a bit of creep keenly watching you interact with someone else from a balcony of the library, but the book and laptop in front of him lies forgotten, and in a rare moment of weakness, Alhaitham can’t find it in himself to return to his tasks, pursuit of knowledge momentarily forgotten. He can’t push aside the bile that threatens to rise, he can’t loosen his grip on the couch’s armrest, and he can’t blink for a second in fear of losing you from his sight.

(You’re laughing. Why are you laughing? How can you look so pretty laughing and why doesn’t he ever get to make you laugh like this?)

Alhaitham is losing his damn mind. So much so that the first thing he does when he sees you again is corner you. 

“You shouldn’t talk to that guy anymore.”

You’re backed against the brick walls of the time-worn building that your shared lecture always takes place in, and Alhaitham, spotting you like a hawk, put you in this precarious position as soon as the two hours were over. 

He can’t breathe. It’s been almost three weeks since you last spoke to him and you’re staring up at him like you’ve done nothing wrong, blinking once and twice at his uncharacteristic display of subtle aggression. 

“Who?” you mutter, shaking your head to try and grasp reality once again. you hug your laptop closer to your body. “What’s this about?”

“I said you shouldn’t talk to that guy anymore.” 

“What guy?” 

“Your project partner.”

“Really?” you mutter in disbelief.

He nods, teal eyes shining at you firmly. “Really. The project’s over, you don’t need to talk to him anymore.” 

“I don’t recall ever giving you the right to dictate who gets to be in my life or not, just like how you can’t tell me what to do with my time.” 

“I’m looking out for you, so stop trying to make me sound tyrannical.” 

Your mouth hangs open as you furrow your eyebrows, growing more and more frustrated with each second. So much for thinking that he wanted to resolve the awkwardness between the two of you. “I’m not even going to argue with you,” you murmur a quick ‘jerk’ under your breath before brushing past him. 

Alhaitham, however, is not willing to let you go as easily as you wish, quick to chase after you. Not that you go far anyways, turning around to face him again in the spaciousness of the vacant hallway. “Why do you care?” You ask, exasperated. “You’re Alhaitham, you don’t let trivial things like who I hangout with bother you, you’re cool and collected and rational, and I just don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”

He doesn’t understand either, not the erratic beating of his heart, the stubbornness of his mind, nor this undisputable urge to keep you all to himself. Is it normal to want to hide someone for selfish reasons?

Trailing off, Alhaitham is slightly humiliated that for the first time in his life, someone has witnessed him coming short of an answer. No logical conclusion, no explanation, not even a satisfying quip, just plain, suffocating silence.

“Right. When you do have an answer, let me know.” You walk away.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Your last rebuttal still weighs heavily on Alhaitham’s mind, even two days later as he and Kaveh are seated for a lecture in a shared course. His thoughts are scrambled like never before, the messiness of it all making him feel uneasy because for once, he doesn’t have an appropriate answer to a question.

Why was he acting like a temperamental teenager? What you did with your life was up to you, and indeed he has no right trying to change that. More importantly, why was it so hard to apologise for the stuff he said-

“So, how’s everything between you and Y/n?” 

Kaveh turns to him with widened eyes whilst Alhaitham’s poker face doesn’t move an inch, deceivingly apathetic.

“Good, we’ve been hanging out a lot more recently,” the other guy says, who Alhaitham quickly recognises to be your project partner and distaste rises in his stomach like bile. 

“Aye, good for you, man! So when are you going to ask Y/n out?”

“No way, bro, not yet. I’m such a wimp, but I hope I grow the balls to ask soon because I really like-”

“-looks like you got some competition!” The blond nudges Alhaitham, and if it were anyone else, they would not have glanced twice at the grey-haired who seemed unmoving and uninterested. However, Kaveh is not anyone else because he noticed the darkened look in Alhaitham’s eyes instantly, anger seeping into his composed gaze as his nose scrunches in disgust. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“So, you and Alhaitham still aren’t talking?” Kaveh asks, leaning on the table of the restaurant with curious ears, hoping that he can grab some answers out of you as to why there was a stalemate between you and his roommate.

“Nope,” you sigh. 

“Why not?”

“I’m just-” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I’m just waiting on an apology from him.”

“An apology? Why? What did he say?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“You know how he is. Always insufferably secretive, so no, I don’t know anything that happened.” 

“Alhaitham just said some hurtful things to me, and he was being weird when I told him I was going to dinner with a friend of mine. Just kept being in my business.”

“Really?” The architecture student quirks a brow, confusion plastered on his face. “That’s not like Alhaitham at all.”

“I know, right? He kept trying to be like ‘don’t hang out with him’ and ridiculed me for not playing my part as an executive of the Sumeru society,” you complained, “like sorry I have other things I want to do.”

Kaveh nods in understanding as the conversation briefly stops when the waiter comes to drop off utensils at your table. As soon as they were gone, however, you begin again.

“And even though he was all up in my business, trying to tell me what not to do, he then said that I wasn’t special, which is so confusing because like-”

“-hold on. Alhaitham said that you weren’t special?” You nod at his parroted claim. “To him?” 

“Yeah. Stung like shit when he said that, especially since I thought we were friends but guess not,” you murmur sadly, fiddling with the fork.

Later that night, almost immediately after meeting you over dinner, Kaveh barges into his roommate’s room, not even changing out of his outside clothes. The sudden intrusion shocks Alhaitham who was busy typing on a document, textbook splayed open beneath him but momentarily forgotten as the blond takes a seat on the bed.

“What the- not even a hello?” The grey-haired asks, confused by this uncharacteristic silence of Kaveh’s. It’s pretty normal for the blond to barge into his room without notice, but it was not normal for him to be so quiet, practically brooding on the mattress. “Whatever. Where have you been? Have you eaten yet, because I made-”

“When will you just confess to Y/n?”

The mention of your name causes a spike in Alhaitham’s heartbeat and he swivels around instantly, attention fully directed towards his roommate. “Where is this coming from?”

“Y/n told me everything that happened between you two by the way-”

“-what, when?”

“Tonight, we just met for dinner.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“What would you have done if you knew? Showed up and made things worse?” He doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely shutting his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows. “Why did you say that Y/n wasn’t special to you?” 

“I didn’t,” Alhaitham sighs, very loud and very perplexed. “I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did.”

“Don’t you miss Y/n? You two used to hangout so often.”

“I do, of course I do!” He exclaims, burrowing his face in his hands. 

“So why aren’t you apologising?” 

“Because whenever I’m around Y/n, I’m not who I normally am,” he mutters, “especially everything whenever that project partner is around-”

“Jealous, much?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Oh come on, you’re ridiculous. Stop pushing away your feelings and just be honest with yourself, Alhaitham! Y/n is not just a friend to you and you know it.”

“But, we are just friends-”

“So you mean to tell me that if I hung out with someone else- like if I hung out with Cyno, you would be pissed?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why is it different with Y/n?” Once again, Alhaitham doesn’t have an answer to the question, sitting as still as a statue hunched over his desk. “Fine, I’ll spell it out to you. You like Y/n, more than just a friend!”

The silence leftover from Kaveh’s outburst is tense and full as the grey-haired lets the words sink in. 

“I’ll let you think about it,” the blond murmurs, voice softening dramatically as he stalks out of the room. Before he closes the door, however, he leaves a few final words. “Just- be honest with yourself, Alhaitham, and I wouldn’t delay trying to talk to Y/n.”

A sharp click rings through the room.

Alhaitham is no stranger to being alone, for who needs the company of others when you are happiest by yourself? Yet, in the weeks that you have not been speaking to him, a cardinal urge as been growing each and each day, wanting him to do something so atypical of him: to reach out and make the first move. Every passing day doesn’t lessen the thoughts that plague his mind, rather, they make him more and more impatient, because what if you get swept away by your project partner? 

(What if he’ll be too late? What if you won’t know of these powerful emotions that are steering through the storm in his heart? What if you won’t know just how badly he was been wanting you- wanting to see you, wanting to apologise, wanting to see you beam at him like you always would.

What if you won’t know that he adores you, especially now that he’s figured it out?).

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

A rain droplet falls and lands on your nose, another lands on your forehead, then another lands on your lip then more and more keep falling from the cloudy sky, falling through the leaves and landing on the bench you were currently sitting on. Goodness, you should have checked the weather before leaving your dorm. Why was it now out of all times that it had to rain, what would Alhaitham think after he finally decided to reach out to talk?

Taking your phone out to message the grey-haired about relocating, an umbrella is suddenly held over you, stopping the gentle drizzle from falling onto you. Looking up, you’re greeted by a familiar face that you have been missing too much recently.

“Hello, you,” you breathe, voice gentle and quiet and Alhaitham feels like he can finally breathe after so long, the scent of rain washing away all perplexion.

He nods at you in greeting before offering you the bouquet of flowers he was holding. A gorgeous arrangement of pink of white stare prettily at you and a man even more gorgeous expects you to accept it.

“For me?” You ask.

“For you.”

“Thank you, they’re so beautiful,” you take his gift with gentle hands, holding it close to your chest. 

“I want to apologise,” he firmly states, getting straight to the point; very Alhaitham of him. “For treating you the way I have been recently.”

You beam at him, so bright and so gorgeous that it renders him speechless, a feat pretty difficult when it comes to someone like Alhaitham who has a whole dictionary of words, in multiple languages too. Somehow, they all flock out of his mind the second you smile at him.  

“I accept your apology, thank you for reaching out, must have been hard for someone like you, huh?” You tease, standing up from the bench.

“Well, I had do for someone as special as you.” The grey-haired’s voice is deceivingly confident and assured, but you know better, especially when he looks away to hide his expression with his neatly styled bangs. 

“No need for the flattery, you know, I’ve already forgiven you.” There’s a moment of silence that occupies the air, caused by Alhaitham’s hesitation as he fishes his brain for the courage to ask you out. You speak before he can get a word out, however. “I got asked out the other day.”

“By your groupmate?”

“He has a name, you know, but, yeah. I rejected him, though,” you laugh awkwardly, almost like you were trying to cope with it by playing it off. “Did you know that he would do that?” 

“Yes. I did.”

“Is that why you were so adamant on me not hanging out with him?”

“I guess you could say that. We can talk more about it another time,” he tells you, voice gentle and caring to mask the subtle hit of jealousy he feels in his chest, scolding himself for letting someone else confess to you before him. However, it’s a minute sensation in comparison to the triumph Alhaitham feels knowing that you rejected the other party. 

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“We do, but I want to ask you something first.” 

You nod, hugging the bouquet closer to your chest, anticipation heavy in the air as you spur him to continue. 

“If I asked you out, would you reject me too?”

A mere second passes by where you don’t respond, yet the second stretches out to what feels like eternity as Alhaitham’s stomach churns. Patience is something he doesn’t lack, but how can he be patient when his heart wants you so bad? 

Then, you take his hand, and the heavens sing at the feeling of your hand in his. “I wouldn’t, but are you asking me out?”

“Are you free right now?”

“I am. Why?”

“Let’s go out then. On a date.”

“I'd love to.” You rise up to place a lingering kiss on his cheek, one that has his heart racing with joy rather than frustration.

The smile you earn is gentle, shy, but says more than Alhaitham's words ever can.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

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[hikariyaps]

synopsis ☆ satoru gojo, most popular boy on campus, has had loads of flings i mean, it's not his fault girls are all over him right? he has everything he wants, everything he needs. so when he meets you, shoko's best friend plain and unassuming he brushes it off, however one random thursday something happens. something that changes the way he thinks of you entirely. and then he just has to have you, but you won't let up that easily.

☆series masterlist

Chapter Five

satoru gojo is tired. tired of pretending. sure he might not be in a relationship right now, but he has been, and eventually will be. he doesn't need to wait on you. you don't even show any interest in him. he's taken you out on what he thought were dates but what you thought were just two friends having a nice time.

friends. if he could even call you that. he doesn't know anything about you except for the fact that you're shoko's best friend and shoko asked him to take you out, because you might like him. keyword: might.

he doesn't know anything about you except that you like to read, and you won't even tell him what book you were reading currently. you wouldn't tell him the name of the book, just complain about it. quietly. not like you were excited about it. or you were pissed about it. you would just say it as though you were reciting a formula you had memorized.

he had you figured out. you were pretty. but you were boring.

satoru didn't like boring. you weren't his type.

so when he was hanging out with shoko and geto that thursday night, he said it.

‘shoko, i don't think i can keep this up anymore’ he sighed.

‘keep what up anymore?’ suguru asks.

‘shoko here, asked me to take her best friend out and see if i liked her because she might like me too.’ satoru deadpanned.

suguru pauses mid chew. ‘what?’

shoko sighs. ‘she's noticed you pulling away anyway. if you want to stop then it's your call, she did say she wasn't into you that way.’

‘she's pretty, she's nice, you don't like her?’ suguru asks him.

‘she's definitely prettier than the girls i've been with. she's just boring.’

satoru feels something. he feels relief, that he didn't have to keep pestering you. he tried to get to know you he really did. but you just won't budge. now normally this would've intrigued him. but you. you were plain. unassuming. there was nothing intriguing about you.

‘but,’ shoko drawled, ‘ i can tell you one thing. and that is she isn't boring. no sir, she's anything but boring.’

gojo chuckles. suguru gives him a disapproving look.

‘tell you what, you call her right now and if she picks up and she's doing something other than reading or her assignments, i'll be your personal assistant for a whole week.’ he says smugly. he was that confident.

suguru chokes on his drink. and shoko smirks.

‘bet.’

so she's calling you. and you do pick up. second ring.

and your voice fills the room on speaker phone.

‘sho, ohmygod you should've come with me i'm telling you there's so much to do and we would have so much fun. oh yes hi, that dress is beautiful. sho hold on a sec lemme get someplace quiet.’

your voice was in a tone satoru had never heard in person. it was cheerful, it was excited. and he looked at shoko to see her grinning like the cheshire cat. the colour drained from his face.

there was muffled music and chatter coming from the phone. were you at a party?

you speak again. ‘sho, you there?’

‘yeah’

‘holy fuck, you're missing out i just stuffed my face with a bunch of pastries and guess who's here?’

‘who?’ shoko asks, her voice containing both concern and excitement.

‘kamo.’

‘wait, the kamo?’

suguru and satoru exchange a confused glance. kamo who?

‘the choso kamo.’ you squeal

why were you talking to choso kamo, wasn't he a model or something?

‘did you talk to him?’ shoko asks, fist pumping in the air. she's standing now with how excited she is.

‘i did and you know what he said?’

‘what?’

‘chanel wants to sign with me. a contract. do you know how huge that is and i will be working with choso, that beautiful, beautiful man’

‘CHANEL WANTS TO SIGN WITH YOU?’ shoko screams into the phone.they can hear you wince but you continue chattering.

‘and choso gave me his number oh my god and he was such a gentleman this whole time’

‘that's amazing!! when are you coming back home?’

‘honestly i don't know i think this little meet and greet could go on for a few more hours.’

a few more hours? satoru glances at the clock, it was already eleven in the night.

where exactly were you?

‘sho i have to go, they're introducing me to the audience’ you squeak.

‘good luck gorgeous, you got this, don't get nervous okay?’

‘yes ma'am, okay byee’

the sound of the dial tone echoes in the room.

shoko sits down. ‘guess i have a new personal assistant. for a week but a personal assistant nonetheless.’

suguru bursts out laughing.

‘who the hell is she? where the hell is she?’ satoru asks, his voice sounds detached, as if he wondered it out loud.

‘that's her for you, she's at a meet and greet’ shoko chuckles.

‘wait wait wait, why does chanel want to sign with her? for what does chanel want to sign with her? we are talking about chanel the brand right?’ suguru asks, genuinely curious.

‘why is she at a meet and greet?’ satoru asks.

‘cause she's a model. duh?’ shoko says as if its the most obvious thing in the world.

‘SHE'S A MODEL?’ satoru and suguru say in unison, confusion and curiosity thread into their tone.

‘wait, she didn't tell you?’ shoko cackles.

‘fuck no.’ satoru exhales.

shoko just continues cackling until satoru starts shaking her to stop.

‘wait- gimme, gimme your phone,’ shoko says struggling to catch her breath.

satoru hands over his phone as though it were a ticking time bomb. shoko loads in your instagram page.

‘there, that's her, she's been a model since highschool but she’s only been modelling for smaller brands like crocs and like makeup brands.’

suguru and satoru look at your page, there were over a thousand posts. you didn't look unassuming or plain. you looked full of life. and it wasn't just the make up. (shoko told them you used minimal makeup, unless you were modelling the makeup.) it was your expression. your eyes. they were full of life. and your smile.

satoru's heart stops. you were gorgeous. and suddenly there was a whole new side to you. he hadn't had you figured out. not yet. and this time, he wasn't going to stop until he fully knew you.

a/n: a thousand words!! hope you guys enjoyed this one because i certainly did.

©hikariyaps2025

[beabatoru]

۶ৎ hey emo boy ! ⟢ emo! choso x reader

inspired by my old work . the only things you find good about the hot topic at your local mall are both the cd's and the cute emo boy that so happens to work there. you think you've been slick with your little glances, turns out he's been keeping an eye on you as well.

emo! choso does think its a bit weird that you've visited the store for the third time this week. maybe you're looking for a specific item that hasn't been restocked yet? you always look in the same area, so he figured that would be the answer.

emo! choso goes up to you on the fourth day to try and help you out only to be confused when you denied his assistance. its not your fault you're too shy of the muscular boy who's littered with piercings.

emo! choso ends up looking forward to your daily visits. unaware that the only reason you're here is to take a look at him to try and memorize every little detail to get off at the thought of him. your little toys barely do any work anymore and you're having a difficult time finishing even when you're thinking of him.

emo! choso begins to feel guilty when he tries to catch a glimpse of under your skirt that barely covered those cute lace panties you bought from the victorias secret across the store. the guilt quickly vanishes when he sees you checking him out.

emo! choso goes up to you again, trying to spark a conversation. he finds out you both like the same movie and invites you over to his place to watch it together. an invitation you obviously agree to.

emo! choso leads you to his house, opening the door for you to enter first because he's a total gentleman and not because he wants to press his bulge against you. your cheeks reddened as you felt it and you let out a quiet whimper. once he heard it slip from those pretty lips he wished to kiss, he pressed even harder. "you like that?" he asked.

emo! choso finds himself fucking you so sweetly and sloppy because he still can't believe he's deep into the pussy of his little crush. the pace he pounded into you had you seeing stars. it was so messy but intimate and his praises made you tremble. "mmh thought I didn't see you checkin' me out doll? you're so fucking wrong."

emo! choso babbled as you both entered the umpteenth round. he just couldn't get enough of seeing your cute tits bounce as he had you in a mating press. your expressions motivated him to go even harder until he slipped out to cum right on your tummy. loads of warm semen landed on you as he leaned down to press soft kisses on your cheeks, kissing the salty tears that spilled out of you from overstimulation.

emo! choso loved the noise of his headboard slamming against his wall, knowing his neighbors would definitely kill him later but he thinks they better get used to it, because this won't be the only time he'll be fucking you. no, he wants you to be his.

emo! choso takes you out on a date to the movie theater to make up for the movie you didn't end up watching when you came over. he bought the tickets and walked you over to your guy's assigned seats, way up top where no one could see you. it was an empty theatre anyways so he knew he'd have to make the most of it.

emo! choso glances over at you seeing how focused you were. so focused you didn't even notice how his hand slipped under your skirt, sliding your panties that were already damp to the side to graze his fingers on your wetness.

"cho.." you moaned quietly."

"shh baby.. dont want to get kicked out." he kissed your temple before slipping two digits in you, making a loud 'squelch' sound. "fuck, she's all wet already for me."

emo! choso is a big whimperer. he isn't afraid to be vocal because he is aware you are so into it. “mmf yeah take my cock baby.. no no.. s’ not big! it’ll fit just like every time! yeah such a good baby! oh shit.. ngh oh you’re tight!” he whined as big fat tears left your eyes. he had you on his lap forcing you to bounce on him as he kissed your right nipple with his pierced lips. the silver was cold against your tit and it made you gasp.

emo! choso walks out of the theater knowing nothing about the movie you both just watched, but with a new pretty girlfriend he absolutely adored hugging onto his arm, and a hardened cock that still wanted more.

[facefullofsadness]

May i request a bbangsaz mommy kink and degredation fic? With hanni as the top minji's too nice. Maybe a sprinkling of bondage? 🗣

sorry this one took so long, it was sitting in my head for a while. hope you enjoy it anon!

content - popular meangirls!bbangsaz x student!reader (high school!au), smut (threesome, mommy kink, degradation, slight bondage, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, forced public sex, edging)

wc - 1857

a/n - had to delve deep into my writer headspace to try and think of how to write this bc nwjns girlies are my SWEET BABIES! but but I can find my own way to write it, I'm just so cool like that ;)

kim minji and pham hanni, resident popular girls of the school.

conjoined at the hip and strutting through the hallways like it's their own personal runway. these two were known to actually be really nice and generous, volunteering together around the school and yelling at bullies that would corner defenseless students.

that's what you had heard anyway. so, it came as a total shock and surprise that they were the ones cornering you, a defenseless student in an empty classroom. the three of you were assigned to be groupmates for a project, but they were too lazy to carry their end of the work load. and instead of sucking up to just finish it, they threatened you to do it!

"c'mon y/n-ie, just do it and nothing bad will happen, I promise!" hanni was always known to be a sweet talker, even as she has her hands pinning your shoulders against the wall, pressing hard enough it hurt.

her voice dripped with honey but her actions stung like the queen bee she was. minji watched quietly behind her, the taller girl's arms crossed and humming through a pleased smirk that rest on her lips.

"j-just let me go! I-I'll do the work, but just let me go..." you plead with the shorter girl who you felt so small against, your hands clutching at her blazer.

"mm, I don't know now, I'm having some fun with you. what about you minji? what do you think?" hanni's sweet voice masked with malice.

"she's too cute to let go of right now, I agree," the long dark haired girl says simply, walking up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "we can teach her a thing or two, bet she's a virgin."

the soft evil giggles from the other girl fill the empty room, "looks it! but she seems like such a whore. I mean why is her skirt so short? just asking to be taught a lesson. and her tits are practically spilling out! it only makes sense for us to do something about this."

it wasn't your fault your assets were busty and voluptuous that the school issued uniforms didn't fit properly, but to hanni and minji, it only fueled them on to punish you for how you slutted yourself out for the whole school to see!

hanni tearing your blazer off and ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere around the classroom. you felt as her hands flew up to trail your bare sides and slip under your bra, cupping your sensitive breasts.

"no! stop!" you whine desperately under the mean girl's touch.

"play nice hanni," minji calls from behind the girl.

the former rolls her eyes and scoffs, "oh please, you were the one that said you wanted to teach her something."

the latter sighs, "yeah, but a pretty girl hasn't asked us to stop before, feels a little wrong."

you shut your eyes closed at the feeling of hanni's thumbs rolling against your nipples as the two continue to talk, "she'll start to enjoy it soon, don't worry, they always do."

"isn't that right? you're just a doll for us to play with, aren't you?" she whispers lowly into your ear.

"not when you talk to her like that geez," minji comments again, hearing her voice get closer to the opposite side hanni was on.

you feel the tall girl's lips trail the side of your neck, leaving gentle kisses against it. you resist the urge to moan out at the feeling.

"ugh, I'm too impatient," hanni states before flipping your body over and pressing your front against the wall.

you feel her hands trail up your thighs and grope your ass.

you hear a genuine gasp followed by a sinister chuckle, "are you actually just a slut y/n? why are you just wearing underwear? did you want us to fuck you?"

her fingers trail across your slit through your panties.

"and you're fucking soaked! you're into this shit, aren't you? who would've thought such a studious goody two shoes virgin like you would be dripping at being treated like a whore by two popular girls! how intriguing!"

you whimper at her words and teeth nipping at your ear, hands on your thighs, pressing her front against yours and pinning you painfully against the wall.

"hanni please..." you plead out for nothing in particular.

it felt so wrong that you wanted her to stop, but it felt so good that you couldn't tell her to.

"hm? what was that? please what y/n? use your words," her digit presses against your hole while her thumb rubs your clit agonizingly through the thin and damp material.

"I-I'm... I can't, I don't..." you ramble, not knowing to say due to your dilemma.

"hmph, listen," you feel the girl's hot breath hit your neck as her mouth trails up until she's whispering in your ear, "I'll give in to what you want, what I know you want. my pretty little doll just has to call me mommy and I'll grant all your little dirty sinful wishes."

the smile you feel on your skin sends chills down your spine. how did it escalate to this?

"I..."

"y/n-ie, do yourself a favor and listen to hanni, it won't end very well for you if you don't, unfortunately," minji interrupts your thoughts.

"see? you know me so well!" the mentioned girl says, hearing her smile in her voice.

"I'm just looking out for the poor girl," she states with a pout.

"oh boohoo minji, she's literally fine. if anything, she's enjoying it! look at how wet she is," you feel the material of your underwear be pushed to the side before hanni's fingers slide through your entire slit, gathering your slick.

you bite your lip and muffle a moan at the contact. the short girl shoves her fingers towards the tall girl's face, showing her the sticky pleasure that dripped from your cunt.

"go on then, taste it, I know you've been dying for this too," hanni waves her fingers in front of minji's face.

the latter grumbles but proceeds to grip the latter's wrist, "I hate you by the way," she mutters before licking her fingers, slowly dragging her tongue along each digit, savoring your taste.

you rest your forehead against the wall and close your eyes, trying really hard not to look at the erotic scene occurring next to you. you feel a hand in your hair and it pulls your head backwards until you're facing the ceiling, neck exposed. your eyes shoot open at the action of teeth sharply sinking into your shoulder before retreating just as swift as they sank.

"hanni!" you shriek.

"please just listen..." you hear minji's desperate plea next to you, her hot breath hitting your sensitive neck.

"don't tease anymore, please..." you finally whisper.

"well, you know what to do then," the girl who bit you licks at the red marks that remain.

"m-mommy, please just... just fuck me..." you feel a tear run down your cheek, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable.

an amused giggle leaves hanni's mouth, a sweet but devilish sound, "that's a good little slut."

you're manhandled towards a desk nearby, hanni roughly bending you over it and flipping your skirt up. you wince a bit at the pain from hitting the desk, but it's quickly replaced by the feeling of your wrists being grabbed and held behind your back. you feel material bind your hands together (hanni's tie) quite tightly.

"don't panic, I'll give you exactly what you want," the girl behind you reassures (though you're not comforted).

minji comes into view in front of you, her hand under your chin holding it up to look at her.

"hi pretty. I wanna have my fun with you too, I don't think hanni should get all of you to herself," the girl caressing your cheek smiles.

she stands, hand cupping your cheek still. her other hand goes to lift her skirt up, exposing her dampened underwear. at that moment, you feel your own panties get pushed aside and fingers slide up and down your entrance.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy while minji fucks your face! sound good?" you have no time to respond as you feel two fingers slip into your cunt.

your mouth opens to moan but is muffled by the girl in front of you shoving her clit into your face, her sigh filling your ears.

"use your tongue princess, come on," minji breathes out.

you obey, digging your face into the dark haired girl's core, tongue flicking over her clit and darting into her hole. you whimper against her as hanni's digits quicken their pace in you, her fingers curling to hit that delicious spot inside.

"ha, look at this slut! she's fucking moving by herself!" the girl behind you says amused.

you hadn't realized but she was right, your hips moved back against hanni's hand desperately, chasing your ever growing pleasure building in your stomach.

"ignore it angel, just keep going like that, it feels so good," the girl in your mouth sighs, her hand moving from your cheek to lace through your messy hair, massaging your scalp.

the whiplash between the two girls' attitudes towards you was dizzying. hanni felt like fire while minji felt like ice, one was vicious with her words while one was caring and careful with them. they must've stayed together for so long due to the opposites attract ideology.

your eyes squeezed shut at the slap that stung on your ass, the thrusting of hanni's fingers speeding up every second. you moan against minji's soaked pussy as another digit enters your clenching cunt.

"g-good girl, so good, feels s-so fucking good," minji mumbles above you, the grip in your hair tightening and pushing your face further into her.

"take it whore, take all of it," hanni behind you chants, feeling her place kisses on your ass.

"I'm so close," the tall girl gasps.

"hurry up, I want my turn," the short girl presses her thumb to your clit roughly.

"be- fuckkk... be patient, you've b-been playing with y/n this w-whole time," minji struggles through her sentence.

"so you can eat her out next geez, I'm looking out for you, you know!" hanni smirks before you feel her tongue drag against your entrance all the way back.

the vibration from your scream into minji's pussy has her clutching your scalp and stilling her hips, her moans fill the room and you feel her cum rush into your mouth. you drink all of it and give her kitten licks to guide her through her orgasm. her thighs tremble against you as your own legs shake from hanni's onslaught and abuse of your cunt. but it all suddenly stops when she pulls out her hand and slaps it against your clit a few times before pulling away completely.

you whine out a loud "no" in desperation, minji's hand combing through your hair to try and calm you down.

"don't you worry your pretty little lust filled brain dolly, we're just starting!"

all for a goddamn group project.

[ooooo-mcyt]

One of the biggest offender when it comes to mischaracterised characters/plot lines is, to me, the Secret Soulmates in Double Life. It’s too often just used as scarian cheating angst when it can be much more

Grian and BigB both wished they were paired before meeting with their soulmates, and after Grian realises who’s his and is unhappy with the outcome, he decides to defy fate and have a shot at what he actually wants instead of settling on what is grandes to him (going against the rules is a classic Grian trait after all)

BigB doesn’t entertain the idea much at first, only choosing to get with Grian after he gets in his head that Ren is the one who’s going to cheat and leave him for Martyn, which can be seen both as a valid concern given *insert whatever it is these two have going on* but also as a an excuse to not stay in a soulbound situation that he doesn’t really like. And Grian is shaped like the perfect escape route in that moment, on top of being the one he actually wants to be with.

Scar is upset by Grian cheating but he’s upset with Grian in general, for not entertaining his plans and for not being able to see eye to eye with him. Otherwise he’s pretty content with doing his own thing by himself and doesn’t care much that him and his soulmate aren’t like soulmates are apparently supposed to be.

Ren tends to be a sticker to the rules (unless he can find a justification to bend them) so of course he copes badly with BigB not doing what he’s supposed to be aka stay loyal to him. I still find it so funny that the first thing he does after learning that BigB saw Grian behind his back is start a weird cult thing with the woman he believes to be an omen of death and the guy he’s been accused of cheating on his partner with. I’d say go to therapy but the Relationship Ranch reviews aren’t too positive.

Towards the end though, as one pair becomes Red and the other is hunted for being Green, they both go back to their assigned soulmates, with Grian ultimately killing BigB by proxy, because you may want to choose your person and try picking your destiny but that’s just not how Double Life is meant to be played.

Which is a point that is proven true once more at the finale by another quartet.

I've always disliked it when Secret Soulmates are played straight as cheaters for pure angst favor, it's never sat right with me.

I mean, my main problem is how the way a lot of people portray Secret Soulmates does a disservice to Grian and BigB's characters.

Grian is often posed as almost a stereotypical cheater, given loads of uncharacteristic selfishness and even malice that he just generally doesn't have. Grian is often portrayed as vindictive, uncaring, hurting Scar just because and 'using' BigB in the process. As if Grian didn't have real reasons to be unhappy in his partnership with Scar, and as if Grian didn't genuinely really like BigB. I mean, Grian wanted BigB as a soulmate from episode one, before he even found out Scar was his soulmate. BigB wasn't just someone who happened to be there, Grian didn't just want anyone who isn't Scar as some malicious play, Grian wanted BigB.

And BigB, on the other hand, often feels like an non-entity, like people use him as a set piece, an accessory in their Scar centered angst. I mean, I get that BigB's pov isn't as popular as Scar's or Grian's, so a lot of people's first major exposure to him was through the Secret Soulmate plotline, so they might not be too familiar with him. But often it seems like he's not even treated like an actual entity with his own motivations and feelings and story. And I don't like that. I don't like when people boil BigB down to "That guy Grian 'used' to cheat on Scar" like he doesn't exist outside of Desert Duo angst fodder.

Not that everyone who plays into the 'cheating' thing plays it so..one note..but I've seen enough of Secret Soulmate takes that completely flatten and mischaracterize Grian and BigB's characters into "uncharacteristically selfish and malicious cheater" and "cardboard cutout plot device" to sour me on the concept a lot.

Also I honestly think that when we just look at Secret Soulmates as a "cheating story" we're missing the forest for the trees. Secret Soulmates didn't exist in a vacuum, it's very specific to the social climate of Double Life and the immense pressure for soulmate pairs to both be together and to never form bonds outside of that pairing. To me this specific relationship is not something you can just remove from the context of the harmful social constraints surrounding it. I really see Secret Soulmates less as straightforward "cheating" and more as an act of non-conformity driven by unique social conditions.

[the-colourful-witch]

Times are a-changing...

Hello everyone,

I hope you're all doing well and that April has been good to you :) Today, I have some important updates.

First, let's talk about the elephant in the room. JKR and her bigotry. To be completely honest, I was unaware of how far her hatred towards the Trans (and in extension the LGBTQ+) community goes. I knew enough not to support her financially, but the extent of her evil was, until recently, something vague in the distance. By now, we're all aware of how much of her fortune she has been donating to this so-called feminist organisation 'For Women Schotland', and how they have succeeded in legally redefining the term woman to be the sex you've been assigned at birth. Meaning; if you have a vagina, you're a woman. What a load of shit.

Technically, transgender people are still protected by the discrimination laws in the UK. Still, now they can be denied access to certain 'women-only' places, like changing rooms, public toilets, domestic violence shelters, hospital wards and more. If that's what a government calls protection, then they need a good, firm shaking. How can you be so ignorant to believe that you're capable of keeping people safe if you're turning them into people who don't fit in, who are other? The consequences are enormous. I'm very scared for everyone affected by this new ruling. This is one more step towards our descent into far-right, fascist politics, and it is wrong...

There has been a lot of talk in the fandom community about what it means to still be in the Harry Potter fandom, whether that means you support J.K. Rowling or not, if you can still call yourself an ally, etc. It is... very difficult to make up my mind about the issue. I don't agree that not being able to let go of Harry Potter is immature or weak. There are things in life we can love, and that doesn't mean we're bad for enjoying them. It sparks the age-old debate of art v/s artist... something that has been on my mind for a long time now, especially because of JKR. I believe we can do both. We can hate the artist and still enjoy what they've created. However, we do not get to stick our fingers in our ears and sing lalala. We have to look the problems in the eye and speak up. It's good to feel uncomfortable. It is good to be torn and to feel guilty. It means you're human. It means you have a conscience. If the goals of this fandom is to take this made-up world and make it our own, more inclusive, more tolerant world, then we should do it with conviction. Wasn't that the point all along? Isn't that what fandom is? Filling in the gaps, changing the story for better or worse, but making it ours.

We live in a world that gets scarier by the day. Our phones try to numb us, and our leaders install fear in our hearts and make us feel inferior. But this is not true. We have more power than we are made to think. There will always be strength in community and in beliefs. I believe art has the power to change minds and thus the world. So, our art will be our weapon in the war against bigotry. Empathy is our biggest strength.

I want to use my art to make people happy, and yes, Harry Potter is a part of that, but it won't be forever. For me, Harry Potter has always been a story to fall back on when I needed a pick-me-up, and these past two years, I have been sharing that with you. It warms my heart whenever someone tells me my art makes them feel like a kid again, and that makes me feel truly privileged. It is important to me that everyone feels like they have a place in this little world, in this community. In our little space, you'll always be safe, you'll be accepted. Be yourself, I wouldn't want it any other way.

We get to spin the story to fit our modern beliefs, and to make sure everyone feels included and safe in this online space. I understand why people are stepping away from contributing to this fandom. I seriously considered the same thing, and I don't blame anyone for doing it. At first, I thought there were two options: step away or keep going. I've chosen to create a third option: Keep going, but doing it my way.

I have always been able to put my joy and passion into my art. It's imperfect, and I'm still learning every day, but it's mine. I hope, if you want, you can find a little joy in it as well. It would be my honour <3 There are a few things that are going to change:

My social media channels will still be called The Colourful Witch, but they will feature a wider range of art. This will include traditional, personal art, fan art from other stories, paintings, clay work, collage, etc. I won't limit myself to just the Wizarding World anymore; I want to share more of my own artistry here. Only my Tumblr will remain a WW blog, because I feel like this space suits that really well. It's a fandom platform, more than any other platform :) The core of my work has always been playfulness and exploration of different topics and styles. I still want to keep doing that, because I feel I've grown a lot while posting my character art online, and I'm amazed by the support and enthusiasm I've found here. Thank you for that, you're truly the best! <3

The Owl Post Club will be shut down. There is definitely a possibility of continuing the club in the future, but I can't promise that right now. I'm afraid I simply can't financially support the club, and thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has been a part of it. You're the best, most supportive people I have had the pleasure of sending mail to! If there are any postcards you'd still like to collect or get an extra copy of, you can find them in my shop. Or shoot me a message and I can help you with any questions or requests :)

I will be spending less time on social media, to focus on my art practice and health. I've gotten a little too addicted to scrolling, so it will be good for me to take a step back. Expect fewer updates for the foreseeable future.

If you've made it this far, hi! I hope we can all keep creating art and find a little bit of sunshine in the shadow of a big and scary world.

Sincerely, Fleur (a.k.a. The Colourful Witch)

[meanya]

Now seems like a good time to introduce a strategy to all my ADHD peers that I've invented so I wouldn't be Late to everything!

It's called...

✨️ Disaster Time ✨️

You know that feeling when you wait til the last second to do something and THEN it seems like THAT'S when everything goes wrong??? Right when you need everything to go smoothly?

You're thinking "the office is only 10 minutes away, so I'll leave 10 minutes before my appointment time!" And THAT'S when it happens; You forget to brush your hair, you can't find your keys, your wallet is missing, your GPS is glitchy, there's traffic, there's a detour, you hit every red light, there's no parking, you enter the wrong door, you can't find the room, etc. There's always SOMETHING.

I used to get SO MAD when everything would go wrong while I was on a time crunch. It seemed like when I least expected it, suddenly every object that could possibly get in my way would get in my way. I used to think, "The universe is out to get me 😔 No matter what I do, everything is gonna go wrong."

And that's when a switch went off in my mind...

Everything is gonna go wrong when I least expect it to!!!

Therefore -> I should stop being surprised and just. Expect it to!!

Every time!

Hence, the invention of ✨️Disaster Time✨️

Disaster Time (noun) the extra time you alot for disasters.

If you just KNOW something's gonna go wrong and then just PLAN for something to go wrong! Then you'll always be ready for it!

Because something is always is gonna happen, right? Something is always gonna go wrong. You don't know what's gonna go wrong, so instead of hoping nothing goes wrong and then being disappointed when something does go wrong, just alot some Disaster Time!

So you think to yourself "the office is only 10 minutes away, so if I give myself 10 extra minutes of Disaster Time for when The Disaster happens, then I'll leave 20 minutes before my appointment time."

Your assignment's due at midnight? Disaster Time! Make it due at 11:40 to account for when the [internet goes out / file gets corrupt / website doesn't load / grammar errors pop up ]

Your hangout is at 8pm? Disaster Time! Give yourself 10 extra minutes to [find your missing phone / stop and grab some gas / brush your hair / quickly eat a snack]

Work at 9? Disaster time! Leave 15 minutes earlier for when [you spill coffee on your shirt / your car light goes off / you forgot something and have to go back]

People used to tell me to do things "early" but I have adhd and time blindness! "Early" doesn't exist!!! "Early" is an abstract concept! And "early" isn't as motivating as "The Last Second"

So instead, alot a set amount of Disaster Time and adjust your "last second" to account for that pesky inevitable Disaster, and you'll always be on time!

If you EXPECT that everything will go wrong EVERY time and just *account* for that when you plan, then you'll always be on time!

[n3ssier]

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college au!armin arlert x fem!reader

armin arlert isn't necessarily the type to stay up late playing video games, having even taken a break to focus on his studies. this changes when his lifelong friends eren and mikasa finally get him back online when in need of a fifth player for their five stack, and he's met with a new addition to their gaming sessions, becoming infatuated with her after just one night.

part 1/? - masterlist - part 2

it was 10:21 pm, and armin was exhausted. he laid in bed with scruffy blonde locks sprawled out onto the pillow, the harsh light from his phone illuminating his face as he scrolled endlessly on social media. after his long days which involved waking up early to go to his morning lectures, going to the gym for at least one hour every day, and then having some dinner before studying until late, he would find himself doomscrolling on the internet, too tired to do anything more with the little free time he had.

his phone buzzes softly in his hand, and his eyes lift up to the top of his screen to see a notification from none other than eren. a hand rubs over his face as he groans out of pure dread, instantly knowing what the message will be regarding without even having to read it. he taps on the notification and opens the message from his friend to see just what he expected.

"hey man, do u wanna hop on siege with me and mikasa? we're tryna five get five players on so that we can play ranked without some randoms in our team throwing away the whole game."

god, it'd been so long since he last played siege, armin hated that game, yet nothing could pull him away from it. a few months ago he'd stay up every night until the early hours of the morning with eren and mikasa, just playing the same game all night. when they played competitively it got even worse, it felt as if armins self worth was determined by his ranking, and it felt like he was losing his mind when they lost even just one round out of the full game. moment's like that were the reason he stopped playing. school was being pushed out of his life over some stupid game he sweated 24/7 and it just got ridiculous, that was when he put his foot down.

but surely one night can't hurt, right? he'd finished all his assignments and spring break was about to begin. so he texted eren back with a "sure, i'll get on just now :)" and within a matter of seconds eren had already replied with "awesome ill send u an invite soon!!"

after around five minutes, armin had his headset on and his controller in hand, staring at the loading screen when he see's a message reading "eren has invited you to a party" which he accepts instantly, and two familiar voices waited to greet him.

"arminnn, whats up? we haven't played with you in months!"

"hi armin, jean's joining us soon, as well as y/n."

they both sound happy to be playing with armin once again, and he sighs in relief at hearing their voices in the party, because as stressful as the game is, he's missed the fun times he'd had whilst playing with the two. he's played with jean before once or twice, but the second name was one he'd never heard before. he never questioned it out loud, but the name lingered in his mind and had him intrigued.

his thoughts are interrupted by a small noise sounding to indicate a new member joining their party. "hello hello...?" the voice speaks. "jeeean, my man," he can hear eren grinning through the way he speaks. "hey, jean" armin greets him as he cracks a smile that no one can see but him. "armin's here too?" jean then asks, as he joins the group's team on the menu of the game. "yeah, we're just waiting for y/n now," mikasa answers.

armin is growing curious as to who you are, having never heard year name before. the way his friends are talking about you makes it seem as if you've always been friends with them. the sound indicating a new member joining the party rings through his ears once again, "hey guys," you said so casually, as if you played with them every day. eren, mikasa, and jean all said hello to you as armin stayed quiet, unsure of what to say to the stranger who was you.

"oh? who's this new guy?" he hears from the unfamiliar yet actually quite soft voice belonging to you. new guy, huh? he deems 'new guy' an interesting label, knowing he's the one who played with this group only two seasons ago, unlike whoever the hell you were. "oh yeah, that's armin, he used to play with us before you, it was his place that you were filling the first time you played with us." eren's words irritate armin, maybe agreeing to join them was a bad idea. she was filling in for me? am i that replaceable? he's always been an overthinker, so hearing such sentence from his best friend almost sends him spiralling into self doubt. is this girl y/n replacing me?

he looks up from the table he was looking down at during his sulking, to see that the team were already in the beginning of a game, and hurries to vote out the worst maps from the selection alongside the rest of the team.

once the game begins, he heads towards one of the side entrances to the building, gun in hand with his favourite skin and charm equipped to it. he notices someone running with him, you, but he doesnt say anything to you and neither do you say anything back to him. he breaks a window open for you both to climb into the site through, but as he does he spies a head peeking out from behind a doorway through the window. he raises his gun and aims in to shoot, but just as his finger tugs on the trigger of his controller, they're already dead. armin's eyebrows furrow in confusion before seeing a small pop up announcing the kill to the server. it was you. how did she expect that? they were in the most unusual spot ever, and there's no way she could've scoped in and shot that guy so quickly, she must've already been scoped in. it was only 1 minute into the round and your precision and fast thinking had left him stumped, yet it only fueled his curiosity as to just what the hell your deal was even further.

the two of you enter the building and are working your way through the winding corridors of the map. armin's hands grip the controller tightly as he concentrates on the game, listening out for the sound of the enemy team who could be anywhere at all. he feels tense, leading the path ahead as you follow behind, you both shoot out cctv cameras you see on the way to prevent the enemy team seeing your location. as he nears the site of the enemy's bombs, which is the one area they are guaranteed to be, jean and eren break the silence that him and his 4 team members once held with loud bickering over what armin can only assume is who's fault it was that jean had just been eliminated.

"WHY DID YOU SHOOT ME? I'M NOT THE FUCKING ENEMY EREN."

"maybe if you didn't run right into my bullets you would've survived," eren sneered in return, "plus, it wasn't even me who killed you, it was that defender who finished you off after you threw yourself out into the open."

"maybe if you actually learned how to aim then you wouldn't be bringing your teammates down to a slither of health," retorted jean, clearly very unhappy about his elimination.

all the talk had armin seething, he's trying to listen out for the other time. he approaches the end of a corridor and has his gun aimed in at the corner that he cannot see around. yet their dispute continues and clouds his head with their angry voices when a member of the opposing team pops out from around the very corner he was watching. his gun lines up with their body and he shoots instantly, he pulls the gun upwards to shoot their head. a headshot kills instantly in siege, and it would grant him an extra 20 points on top of the 100 you get for any regular kill. however, just as his eyepiece is focused on their head, the body drops dead and 75 points appears at the right hand side of armin's screen. 75 points?! but thats only given for an assist!?

"thanks for the assist, armin," your voice sounds innocent but he can feel the pride echoing in your words as he offers you a "yeah, no problem," through gritted teeth.

[babysdrivers]

uhhhhhhh bro how the hell did i swing this

i get this year's uni results in an hour 😬😬

[drdemonprince]

I was reading your piece on reasons people might dislike children, and the part about a person "reaching their lifetime caregiving limit" really stuck out to me. I'm AuDHD and come from a very large, abusive and (undiagnosed / unaware) neurodivergent family. I'm not a woman but was assigned as one, and as the eldest of six kids I was a general third parent / caregiver for as long as I can remember. Most of what I did growing up was taking care of my siblings. As well as looking after my siblings, I did absolutely everything I needed to do for myself. I was pretty seriously neglected, but I managed to get myself to college and get out of the abuse which was all I wanted when I was growing up. Now I'm in my thirties, and after a decade of working I'm completely chronically ill. And I think I'm kinda worried that I have burnt myself out from all caregiving or work completely. I was really involved with local activism and community work when I got sick, and I'm really worried that the kind of work I feel so called to do isn't going to be something I can manage again. I've always wanted to be a parent one day, but I've been worried about exactly this - that I've reached some kind of limit that I can't get back again. Is a lifetime caregiving limit something that people reach and can't come back from? Can you get some of that capacity back again?

I am so glad to hear that the piece resonated. I don't have an answer for you -- the kind of pervasive caregiver burnout we are talking about here has not been studied, but my usual observation that burnout is not something that a person "recovers" from, it is a change in capacity that we must adjust to, if we want to avoid future burnouts. I think that if you want to have children you will need to have a really robust support system and really FEEL that there are people there who will bear that load with you, not occasionally "babysit" or "help". How you get there, I don't know, but that is my instinct.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Stray Kids OT8 College Dating Scenarios

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Chan: Meeting at a Campus Coffee Shop

Spots you struggling with a heavy load of books and offers to help. (not the muscles in his arms flexing 🙈)

Strikes up a conversation about your classes and interests, making you feel at ease.

Asks if you want to grab a coffee sometime, smiling warmly - (his dimple is looking so pokeable isn't it?)

Always makes time for study dates, where he helps you with difficult subjects. (does than man ever sleep 🤔)

Brings you coffee before early morning classes, knowing you need the extra boost.

Encourages you to join his study group, introducing you to his friends.

Sends you sweet, motivational texts during exam periods.

Invites you to his dorm for a casual movie night, making sure you’re comfortable.

Plays the guitar for you during breaks, sharing his latest compositions. (such a romantic)

Surprises you with your favorite snacks after a tough day. (but your favorite snack is him don't even deny it)

Takes you to campus events, enjoying the time spent together.

Always listens attentively to your problems, offering thoughtful advice.

Encourages you to pursue your passions, supporting your decisions.

Plans spontaneous weekend trips to nearby cities, exploring new places with you.

Holds your hand during long walks around the campus, making you feel secure.

Lee Know: Dance Club Encounter

Notices you dancing during a club event and is impressed by your skills. ("damn bro why they kinda...?")

Compliments your moves with a hint of a smirk, suggesting you join his dance team. (hmm ulterior motives, huh Mr. Lee?🤔)

Playfully teases you during practice but is always supportive and encouraging.

Invites you to late-night rehearsals, where you bond over shared passion for dance.

Takes you out for late-night snacks after practice, enjoying your company.

Shows you new dance routines, excited to teach you the moves. (or spend time with you but he'd never admit that)

Surprises you with small gifts, like your favorite drink, during breaks.

Asks for your opinion on his choreography, valuing your input. ("y/n do I look sexier when I do this...or this?"😏)

Always makes sure you have a partner during team practices.

Suggests fun dance challenges, making practice sessions enjoyable.

Takes you to dance performances, sharing his love for the art.

Sends you dance videos, wanting to inspire and motivate you.

Plans spontaneous dance battles, keeping things exciting.

Is always the first to congratulate you after a successful performance. ("I could never be the boyfriend of a failure...just kidding love you did great.")

Holds your hand when walking back to your dorm, cherishing the quiet moments together.

Changbin: Library Study Buddy

Sees you frequently in the library and eventually sits next to you, starting small talk.

Offers to share notes and study together for upcoming exams.

Invites you to gym sessions, saying it’s a good break from studying. ("we should workout together...seven days week. just for a healthy lifestyle not because I want to be around you or because I find you extremely attractive or anything...")

Brings you healthy snacks during late-night study marathons, showing his caring side. ("eat...you and food equal nom nom")

Encourages you to join his workout routine, always motivating you.

Takes you to his favorite cafe for study breaks. ("they have protein smoothies babe...protein!"🤯)

Suggests listening to music while studying, sharing his playlist with you.

Helps you organize your study schedule, ensuring you stay on track.

Celebrates small achievements, like finishing a tough assignment, with you.

Invites you to group study sessions, making sure you feel included.

Always texts you good luck messages before exams.

Plans fun, active dates like hiking or biking, keeping things interesting. ("ya if you get too tired I'll carry you on my back. ------ Y/N its been four minutes and you're already tired?"😐)

Supports you in your academic endeavors, always cheering you on.

Takes you to campus events and sports games, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

Walks you back to your dorm after late study sessions, ensuring you’re safe.

Hyunjin: Campus Art Project Partner

Paired with you for a project and is immediately intrigued by your creativity. ("pretty...")

Praises your work and asks for your input on his own pieces.

Takes you to art galleries and cafes to find inspiration together.

Sketches you secretly during class, later presenting it as a gift with a shy smile. ("sorry I couldn't capture all your beauty - it was just too impossible... 😉")

Suggests late-night art sessions, where you create and talk for hours.

Brings you small art supplies, like brushes or sketchbooks, as thoughtful gifts.

Takes you to outdoor painting sessions, enjoying the natural scenery.

Always encourages your artistic expression, praising your unique style. ("stunning...just like you")

Plans dates to art fairs and craft markets, discovering new artists together.

Invites you to his dorm to watch art documentaries, discussing them afterward. ("my favorite piece of art in the documentary? Uh...Um...does your face count?" 🤠)

Shares his favorite artists and inspirations with you.

Encourages you to participate in art competitions, always being your biggest supporter.

Takes you on impromptu photo walks, capturing moments together. ("so I can show our future kids how beautiful their mom was when I first met her")

Sends you artistic memes and jokes, brightening your day.

Holds your hand while walking through art exhibits, feeling connected to you.

Han: Music Club Connection

Meets you at a music club meeting and is drawn to your taste in music. ("damn...I'd pay to see their spotify wrapped")

Writes a song inspired by your first conversation, surprising you with a performance.

Always up for spontaneous karaoke sessions and serenades you with your favorite songs. ("am I going to sing Daddy's home to you? Yes yes I am. Why? Because Daddy is home" 😘)

Invites you to his dorm room to listen to new music he's working on, valuing your opinion. ("okay don't laugh...ik this is the fourth song this week...and yes it's about you again")

Takes you to local gigs and concerts, sharing his love for live music.

Sends you playlists of songs that remind him of you. ("han jisung why the hell is this playlist 39 hours?")

Encourages you to join him in writing lyrics, collaborating on music projects. ("so...do you think I'm talented enough to sneak skibidi in a song and make it sound cool?" 😎)

Plans fun music-themed dates, like record shopping or attending music festivals.

Surprises you with mixtapes, filled with songs that have special meanings.

Invites you to late-night jam sessions, creating music together.

Takes you to quiet spots on campus, where you can enjoy acoustic performances. ("beautiful right?")

Always makes sure you have a front-row seat at his performances.

Celebrates your musical achievements, like performing at an open mic night.

Texts you lyrics that make him think of you, sharing his feelings through music. ("han why did you send me the lyrics to a veggie tales song?")

Holds your hand during slow songs at concerts, making the moment unforgettable.

Felix: Culinary Class Crush

Partners with you in a culinary class, instantly charmed by your enthusiasm for cooking. ("so cute and messy" ���)

Suggests cooking together outside of class, leading to fun and messy kitchen dates.

Bakes you sweet treats with adorable messages, brightening your day. (brownies obvs)

Takes you on picnics with homemade food, enjoying both the meal and your company.

Invites you to food festivals and markets, exploring new flavors together. ("wow thats spoicyyy" 🥵)

Shares his favorite recipes, teaching you how to make them.

Surprises you with breakfast at your dorm, showing his caring side.

Plans themed cooking nights, like Italian or Mexican cuisine. ("is it appropriate to cook to Despacito?")

Always makes sure you’re well-fed during stressful times, bringing you comfort food.

Suggests baking competitions, keeping things fun and playful.

Invites you to his dorm for cozy movie nights with homemade snacks.

Takes you to his favorite restaurants, enjoying the culinary experience together.

Always remembers your favorite dishes and surprises you with them.

Encourages you to try new recipes, always being supportive. ("it looks gross but its tasty I promise")

Holds your hand while walking through food markets, feeling connected to you.

Seungmin: Debate Club Rival

Engages in friendly debates with you during club meetings, impressed by your wit. ("dang...they kinda ate me up with that one I can't even lie..." 😳)

Suggests studying together to prepare for upcoming competitions.

Always respectful of your opinions, even when you disagree. ("it's a stupid opinion but I guess my type is people with stupid opinions"💀 )

Invites you to quiet places on campus for deep, meaningful conversations.

Shares books and articles that he thinks you’d enjoy or find interesting.

Encourages you to join him in public speaking events, boosting your confidence. ("you got this babe...")

Takes you to lectures and academic talks, discussing them afterward.

Always challenges you intellectually, keeping things stimulating.

Plans study dates in the library, ensuring you both stay focused. ("y/n look at me...not at the shirtless hooligan running around the quad...")

Sends you thought-provoking quotes and questions, sparking interesting discussions.

Invites you to his dorm for quiet reading sessions, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Supports you in your academic pursuits, always being your biggest cheerleader.

Takes you to museums and historical sites, sharing his love for learning.

Celebrates your debate victories with thoughtful gifts and gestures. ("I got you this charm bracelet...how bout I'll give you a charm for each debate you win?")

Holds your hand during walks around campus, appreciating the quiet moments together.

Jeongin: Freshman Orientation Friend

Sees you doing something stupid and joins in, immediately drawn to your playfulness and kind heart. ("okay i got twelve cans of spray paint, 42 goldfish and one hour- you in?" - "is that even a question?" 😈)

Makes an effort to include you in his friend group, ensuring you never feel alone.

Often texts you funny memes and videos, making you laugh. ("look what I caught the professor doing")

Takes you on mini-adventures around campus, discovering hidden gems together.

Invites you to join his study group, helping you adapt to college life.

Shares his notes and study guides, always being supportive. ("Innie... you're an adult why are there so many doodles of- you know what never mind..."😐 )

Takes you to campus events and activities, making sure you’re having fun.

Always checks in on you, making sure you’re doing okay.

Plans spontaneous coffee dates, enjoying your company.

Invites you to his dorm for movie nights with his friends, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

Encourages you to join clubs and organizations, helping you find your place. ("I say we join the anti-cyberbullying club." - "babe you told a nine year old to jump off of a cliff on roblox last night...")

Surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts, showing his appreciation.

Takes you on weekend trips to nearby attractions, creating lasting memories.

Supports you during tough times, always being a shoulder to lean on. ("I know I may act unserious sometimes...but you know my love for you is real right?")

Holds your hand during campus tours, making you feel safe and connected.

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[itsgonnabmay]

Full disclosure, I am disabled (POTS, autism, ADHD) but I don't use a mobility aid, so I'm not an authority on this issue and my opinion should be taken with a grain of salt.

My interpretation of Nessarose was always that the tragedy of her character was the in-universe ableist portrayal of her. To be clear, I completely understand why people take issue with the way it's handled- if this was the writers' intention, (and that's a load bearing if), enough people don't see it that way that it's not portrayed clearly enough- but lines like "see that tragically beautiful girl" to me always seemed so blatantly ableist that had to be intentional.

Nessa, factually, isn't powerless. She literally becomes the governor of Munchkin land. It's not like Nessa doesn't have the resources to make her home more wheelchair accessible (or like Oz doesn't have the technology.) Having house staff to help her with certain tasks wouldn't be abnormal for someone in her social class even if she wasn't disabled, (nor would it make her completely helpless and dependent if she did need extra support with certain things). The problem is that Nessa has been made to feel like she's "pitiful" and "tragic" and like any support she might require is demeaning and further proof of her supposed helplessness. Even during Wicked Witch of the East she doesn't start with the wheelchair, the first thing she brings up is "all of my life I've depended on you".

Their whole lives, Elphaba has been treated like she's responsible for everything and Nessa has been treated like she can't be responsible for anything. Elphaba is assigned too much agency and Nessa isn't assigned any. Elphaba is cast as a villain and Nessa is cast as a victim. Nessa being a wheelchair user is treated as a curse when it should be treated as just a neutral facet of Nessa's identity, much like Elphaba's greenness. Their father fails both of them in equal and opposite ways.

The moment I think the writers screwed up is when Elphaba doesn't refute Nessa at all during the wicked witch of the east scene. In my opinion, just changing that dialogue to have Elphaba challenge Nessa's assertion that she needed Elphaba to "save her" and maybe having this lead to Nessa essentially saying "fine, if you won't help me", taking the grimorie earlier, and doing the spell on the shoes herself would fix a lot of the problematic implications of Nessa's plotline. I'm not saying it would be perfect, but this would make it seem more like "Nessa is a victim of her disability who needs saving" is her father's narrative and not The Narrative without requiring huge rewrites to the show.

Tldr I think the key to fixing the issues with the way Nessa is written is highlighting further that she's not a prisoner of her wheelchair, she's a prisoner of her internalized ableism, which is a product of the dysfunctional family dynamic created by her father's abuse and the general ableism surrounding her

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covalently bonded

lab partner!kuroo x f!reader headcannons

content warning none really. kuroo makes bad chemistry jokes. characters are in university. fem pronouns used.

wc 599

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on her first day in her chemistry class, everyone is assigned a lab partner and she just so happens to be paired up with Kuroo

at first, he seems weird and a little cocky

she soon finds out that Kuroo has a good reason to be. he's incredible at chemistry; its like second nature to him

he would try to find her during the lecture that paired with the lab. after spotting her in her usual seat, he would slide into the row behind her and tap her on the shoulder. Kuroo would make it a point to sit there every week and slide her notes during lecture

if she fell asleep, he would take notes for her and make a copy to give to her the next time they met

when he realizes that he likes his lab partner's company, he would drag things out. he would try to be the last group to leave the lab, just so he could get some alone time with her

if she isn't good at chemistry, Kuroo would be incredibly patient. offering to tutor her outside of class, when it was really just an excuse to spend more time with her. he would make sure that he executed every aspect of the lab perfectly, ensuring that she got good grades too

if she is good at chemistry, he would compete with her. he'd try to do more during lab, insisting that he had the experience when they were both in their second semester of college. Kuroo would make terrible chemistry puns at her and cackle at his own jokes even if she didn't laugh

he would ask for her number under the guise of helping each other with the lab reports.

Kuroo insists on working on the lab report together, even though they are graded separately. he just wants an excuse to spend more time with her.

while reactions ran, Kuroo would chat with her about anything under the sun. if they were doing pcr or waiting for a gel to finish running, he would lose track of time while talking to her.

if they were doing something a little more hands on, Kuroo would hover around her.

if her hands were full and her safety glasses began sliding down her face, Kuroo would carefully push them up with the clean part of his glove

run out of pipette tips? he's already got a new box

cant get the clamps to close? his hands are over hers, all too eager to help.

need new samples to run in the spectrophotometer? he's already started cleaning the cuvette and loading the next sample

cant get the data to show results? Kuroo would send a spreadsheet of all his excel data with little notes to help her understand his work

on the last day of lab, Kuroo would wish her luck on finals in the most nerdy way possible: by giving her a note that corresponded with elements on the periodic table for her to decipher

university has a funny way of bringing people together and pushing them apart, and he didn't want to risk falling out of her company. he wanted to make his feelings known, just in case they never saw each other again

he's well aware of how nerdy and lame he's being, but he says it anyways

Kuroo confesses with a drawing of a heart around a water molecule, saying, "it's kind of like us, we're covalently bonded"

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a/n ive had this idea in my head for a while. i graduated with a degree in biochem recently and lemme just say this shit is so unrealistic. everyone wants to get the fuck out of lab asap. i was imagining an biochemistry lab with mostly bench work

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Lengthy Superbat Fics!

I'm not sure how to really define 'lengthy' so I'm going for 20k+ (and Superman x Batman of course)

I just looked at how many I have and oh my god this is going to be very long. I will put a *** next to my favourites

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Action and Re-Action by Mithen (24k) In the first issue of Justice League after the reboot, Batman told Green Lantern he had never met Superman before. This story takes that statement at face value--but what if Bruce Wayne had met him before?

Stranger in a Strange Land by Mithen (27k) (Literally how does Mithen have time for all this) Kal-El of Krypton arrives on Earth as an adult. To the Justice League's surprise, Batman volunteers to introduce him to human ways. There's an immediate bond between the two men, but cultural differences and miscommunication complicate their relationship.

"Did you all have to get sick at the same time?" by Writer_loves_tropes (25k) Alfred is away on a well deserved vacation and Bruce is left to take care of the three Bat boys by himself. He's pretty sure he can easily take care of an eight year old, an eleven year old, and a twelve year old without having to call Alfred for backup. He's Batman. Batman can handle anything, right?

An Honest Conversation by frozenpotions (60k)*** “So Bruce’s longtime best friend had suddenly decided to start eye-fucking him at random. So what? Bruce was used to being the object of this kind of attention. It didn’t bother him. It was—should have been fine. The issue was that it was Clark, and Bruce had enough trouble remaining rational about him at the best of times.” or Bruce and Clark go from friends to lovers the long, long, long way round. Featuring a number of revelations, a well-meaning but nosy son (Dick) and, most prominently, two adult men being completely and utterly useless.

as to which may be the true by susiecarter (53k) It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.

all each riddles, when unknown by susiecarter (52k) Clark, struggling to deal with the events of Black Zero Day, is assigned a straightforward human-interest piece—on Wayne Enterprises. Then Batman catches Superman's attention, Clark Kent starts investigating Batman, Bruce Wayne spends a lot of time arguing with hitting on Clark Kent, and Bruce's best efforts to find a way to hurt Superman start to bear fruit. And then things get complicated.

and if the sun comes by susiecarter (30k) Steppenwolf isn't interested in accepting defeat and walking away. Superman's proven that he's the key to conquering Earth, and Steppenwolf returns with a plan for how to deal with him. A plan that Bruce is able to throw a wrench into—but not without certain unintended consequences.

Only Human by saltedpin (23k) Clark temporarily loses his powers, and while it's initially jarring, he gradually adjusts and tries to go about on a somewhat normal routine after telling his inner circle (which can also include the League since they're building themselves up). Problem is that he is somehow an even bigger danger magnet than Lois in this state.

Loading and Aspect Ratio byJUBE154 (45k) It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat. So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare. So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham: “The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” (A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.)

Whoever Falls First by liodain (34k) "There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot." aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

Repeat Your Favourite Mistakes And Love Them All Again by watchingthestars13 (160k)*** "Oh dear," came Alfred's surprised voice from the stairs, and all of them turned to look at him. His face was a little pale as he stared at all the boys, Jason's huge t-shirt, Tim's dress, Damian wrapped in a spare cape that was in the batmobile. At least Dick was able to fit into Tim's Red Robin pants, and Jason in Damian's Robin pants. Had Bruce been a lesser man, he would've said 'dear god, help'. All it took now was for their eyes to meet before Alfred composed himself.

Opposites Eventually Attract by Pandamomochan (34k) When an accident forces Clark and Bruce to be no more than ten feet apart from each other at all times, both heroes are forced to evaluate what their relationship really means to each other.

The Long Hangover by CoffioCake (55k)*** Clark knows he should take a break: His powers are on the fritz, he feels like shit, and Batman’s treating him like a liability. But Gotham's villains seem to have it in for Metropolis' Big Blue Boy Scout and Clark won't just wait around for answers. Batman might be the world’s greatest detective, but Clark Kent is one of the Daily Planet’s most tenacious reporters. This is definitely a job for Superman.

Conflated by PamiGami (31k) “Are you sure you’re feeling quite all right, sir? I was but fairly sure the head hadn't been impacted.” “No… no, please. Listen. I’m in his body, but I’m not him. I can prove it.” Ill at ease, Clark rubbed at the back of his head, not stopping to think about the weird sensation of feeling not his own curls, but somebody else’s hair. The man continued to stare at him with piercing and scolding eyes. “I believe you.” He nodded. “Mister Wayne doesn’t say please this early in the morning.”

the cost of being a good dad by Mawiiish (96k)*** Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are all tired of watching Bruce struggle with the stress of trying to handle the newly formed Justice League. He needs an outlet, he needs to relax, he needs to get out of the house, he needs... he needs to start dating. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

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