#two dumbass sides of the same idiot coin

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Mutual Pining w AOT Boys

Tags: Headcanons, Eren x Reader, Jean x Reader, Armin x Reader, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Dumbasses in Love, Angry Love Confession, Pre Season 4 (Because I Miss Their Innocent Selves)

Warnings: None

Characters: Eren, Jean, Armin

How Eren, Jean, and Armin would act when they’re crushing on you, and how they react to discovering you like them too.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/12/22] ❞  

Eren

I think Eren would be the type of person to brush off his feelings for you at first.

He has a goal of killing all titans, and most of the time he’s just frustrated or angry because he wants to be able to achieve this.

Where would he have the time for love in his life?

Initially, he confused his feelings towards you as irritation. Why were there always butterflies in his stomach when you were near, or why would his palms get sweaty when you’d touch his shoulder?

Eren computed this emotion of ‘romantic attraction’ as hatred.

Hate and love were always two sides of the same coin.

Which, honestly, just makes him more angry, because he can’t control his behavior around you.

He’ll stutter or slip around you, which causes him to blush like the goofy idiot he is. In turn, his flustered expression causes the blush on his cheeks to deepen as he becomes increasingly annoyed about why he can’t be normal around you.

You always found him cool and endearing, despite him (constantly) yelling.

He had his own charm I guess?

After Eren accepted that maybe his feelings towards you weren’t about irritation, he would train to sweat out his feelings.

He honestly wasn’t sure if you were into him, which kind of made his heart ache because he wouldn’t be able to have you.

So, he puts his attention on getting better at combat, ODM gear, or whatever.

Eren has zero clue you like him back.

At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but you noticed that every time he’d leave after talking to you, the tips of his ears would be tinged pink.

He doesn’t pick up on any of your hints, since his mind is usually going a mile a minute during his interactions with you.

So, the way he becomes aware of your feelings is when you have to force the situation to make his feelings come out.

On purpose, you made him agitated.

You two were in the middle of an argument, and accidentally, he let it slip that he does this and that because he likes you.

Ensue silence.

Now Eren is sweating, because he didn’t mean to blurt that out, but it was part of your plan. 

His mind couldn’t process the fact that you had just jumped into his arms and pulled him into a searing kiss.

“I like you too.”

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

Jean

The minute he saw you, Jean knew you were his dream girl.

He doesn’t shy away from his feelings for you; in fact, he’ll try and be as smug and flirty as possible every chance he gets.

But the thing is, even when you give back the same energy, it’s hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t.

Are you flirting back as a joke? In a playful, best friend way?

Or, is there something deeper hidden behind your words?

Jean really can’t figure it out, and it drives him insane.

And neither can you.

He loves to just observe you in the dining area.

He thinks that you always look so serene and pretty, no matter where you are.

When he has the chance to, he’ll sneak away and draw sketches of you in his mini notepad from what he observed.

You’re kind of like his muse?

His notepad is something he keeps extremely protected; lest someone find it, he’s done for.

He’s written incredibly embarrassing entries about you in it too.

Jean will also go out of his way to do things for you in order for you to notice him.

When Captain Levi puts you on cleaning duty, he’ll always be there to lend an extra hand so you get your chores done faster.

You think that this is extremely sweet of him, and you’ll try to do the same thing for him in return.

You’re both honestly stupid because everyone around you can sense something between you, except for you two.

Jean doesn’t really know how to express his feelings in a genuine way without making a joke or comment about it.

But don’t be offended by this!

He’s just using humor to cover up his vulnerability.

On one specific day, you were walking back to Jean’s dorm after combat training, just talking about what you did.

Jean leaves for a moment to go do something.

Remember how I just said he uses humor to cover up his vulnerability?

Yeah. You learn this the hard way when you find his notepad peeking out of a raised floorboard.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with sketches of you, and entries about how beautiful you are and how badly he wishes he could make you his.

Soon enough you’re bawling.

Jean runs back to see what’s happening, because why are you crying?

Then, he sees the notepad in his hands, and he turns into stone.

You hug him and cry into his shirt about how you really like him too.

All he can do is make a goofy, sarcastic comment about it, but secretly knows his heart is about to explode from joy.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

Armin

Armin is easily the one on this list who recognizes his feelings for you first, and takes it the best.

However, he’s really shy and nervous in general, so that get’s doubled when he’s around you.

Although Armin accepts the fact that he has a crush on you and wants to be yours, he’ll try and ignore you when he can.

Of course he’ll be cordial and polite in your interactions, but if he can help it, he’ll slip away somewhere so you don’t see him.

Mans is a bit of an overthinker so he’ll be laying in his dorm room at night, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of everything he could have said or done differently that day.

Armin isn’t confident in himself at all about your feelings towards him.

He’s a smart dude and can pick up social cues very well, but with you, it’s like nothing is there at all?

Where is the telltale tension?

Unfortunately for Armin, you’re very good at hiding your feelings.

Because just like him, you don’t know if he likes you back, and you wouldn’t be able to handle that rejection if he doesn’t.

Coupled with the fact that you’re also a bit of a shy overthinker yourself, it’s hard to flirt with Armin.

The only reason why you two would ever find out that you like each other is because your friends had to force it out of you both.

Kind of like Jean, it seems like everybody but you two can sense there’s something going on.

The only difference is, the both of you have literally told everyone and their mother about your crushes except to each other.

So like... 💀

Eren and Mikasa shoved you guys in a room together and forced you to talk.

You were stubborn at first, but eventually broke the ice.

When Armin finds out you like him back, he is ecstatic!

Don’t be fooled though. He’s still kind of shy and reserved.

You kiss his cheek, and he flushes bright red.

Okay, you flush bright red too.

Maybe reaching first base is gonna have to wait?

[hotwings0203]

Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me

Tw:noncon, predatory behavior

“I swear he’s getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,” you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.

“Maybe Shigaraki was right,” your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each other’s shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.

“Hey ladies, what’re you two laughing about?” A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima and…Bakugo walking next to you.

Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugo’s glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.

“Huh? Whatcha ya jumpin’ around for?” Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.

“Oh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugo’s quirk is totally villainous. We’re lucky he’s on our side,” Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.

And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugo’s scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.

“But, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?” You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.

“Nope! At least you weren’t, you’re half scared to death of him, isn’t that right Y/N?”

Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.

“Honestly, who isn’t scared of this dude?” He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugo’s hands start curling with smoke.

“Watch it dumbass.” He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that you’re still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.

“My quirk isn’t that scary you idiot. It’s not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-“

But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you can’t help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishima’s shoulders for protection.

“Okay, I get it! You don’t have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.” Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.

Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see you’re actually scared, he’s seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend they’re fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.

“Jesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigaraki’s place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.”

And finally at Denki’s quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugo’s blood starts simmering further.

Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didn’t do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?

Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what you’ll get.

And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that you’re still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.

Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku he’s gonna look like a psycho in comparison.

But at one point you’re by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.

Too bad for you, because when he’s done with you they’ll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.

You’re shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.

“No friends around to gossip about me?”

You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.

Your feet move a step back.

Wrong move.

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesn’t take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?

“Uh, w-what do you mean?” You chuckle nervously.

He doesn’t laugh. In fact, he does something worse.

He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.

At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.

He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.

“Don’t move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? That’s rude, we were just having a normal conversation.”

You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. “‘Kinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.”

He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.

Bakugo doesn’t touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.

“You got a smart mouth don’t you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?”

“Embarrassed you-?” You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?”

Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.

Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.

And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.

Surprisingly, you don’t hear anyone behind you. That doesn’t mean you don’t stop running though.

The real reason you don’t hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.

You’ve just made this so much more interesting.

He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animal’s guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.

You’re panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.

You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. You’ve seen this same face on him when he’s in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.

He’s bloodthirsty. He wants you.

“Running away again? That’s not very heroic of you babe,” he calls out, and it’s terrifyingly infuriating how he’s not out of breath.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.

You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.

Katsuki knows you know he’s even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.

Maybe he was scary.

He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.

There’s a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.

He knock with faux politeness. “You wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?”

You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.

Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell you’re probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.

You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides he’ll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.

He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.

“I’m tryina be nice here, y’know. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Aren’t I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?”

He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.

It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.

The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though it’s only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like he’s going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesn’t.

You don’t know what you’d rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.

But you needn’t sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.

You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.

“Ready or not little bitch, here I come.”

“Bakugo, wait-!”

But your plea doesn’t last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think he’s blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.

“‘Thought I made it clear by now that you can’t run. So why’d you try to leave? Huh? Think you’re smarter than me? You think you’re stronger than me?”

He’s stalking forward again, and you’re left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.

He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.

With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.

Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. He’s everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you’re sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.

Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.

When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.

“You lookin’ here bitch? Good.”

His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.

“S’not so scary after all is it? You’re reacting better to it than I thought.” Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.

“Okay, I get it, please stop I don’t like it!” You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.

“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you get it. But honestly, I don’t care if you don’t like it.

Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, ‘specially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.”

You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but it’s like a butterfly’s touch to him, barely producing any fruition.

“I kept wondering to myself: why do I care if she’s scared of it? And then I realized,” he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.

“You just looked good enough to eat when you know you’re beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.”

He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. “Makes you look good enough to eat.”

And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.

Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.

Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.

You can’t even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.

“You-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?” He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.

Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.

With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.

The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.

He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.

When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.

His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.

His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesn’t heave, because he’s at ease with your terror.

“You think you know fear?”

With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesn’t cover your mouth.

“You haven’t met me truly yet.”

[howl-fantasies]

---- 1 New Message -----

Unknown

Y/N! Thanks god I finally retrieved your number!

Y/N

?

Unknown

It's Ed.

Y/N

Oh. So the rumors are true. Riddl-ED is temporarily out of the game. Nice to talk to you though, Ed.

Dr Jekyll

Well, yes... Thank you. I hoped you would help me to bring Riddler back...

Y/N

I thought you were living your best life as Ed, even more now, considering your little idyll with the good Doc. What's changed?

Dr Jeckyll

I need my IQ back. To help her with the Narrows and I can't do that while being stupid.

Y/N

So you want to play Robin Hood now? Ha!

What did the Doc say?

Dr Jeckyll

I just want to help her. She promised to help me but I'm not sure she really wants to...

Y/N

Oh. I see. You've always been a big romantic sweetheart, careful with that,it's dangerous. Did you see Mr Hyde lately? Like in the mirror or something?

Dr Jeckyll

Are you calling Riddler 'Mr Hyde'?!

No, but I sometimes feel like he took over my body, like the night everything changed.

Y/N

I did. Sounds perfect since the name of Mister Hyde is also Edward. Couldn't resist.

...

Maybe he's still here, somewhere. Not really reassuring from a sane pov. But who cares, uh? That's good news for you. Kind of.

Dr Jeckyll

Doesn't take a genius IQ to know he'll not be happy with that new nickname...

Y/N

Doesn't take a genius IQ to know I couldn't care less. Anyway. What did you try so far to make him back?

Dr Jeckyll

Tried to take pills, even natural remedies... Nothing worked.

Y/N

Are you aware they are sugar pills?

Dr Jekyll

ArE yOu AwArE tHeY aRe SuGaR PiLlS? I. KNOW! You damn woman!

Y/N

Oh hello fragments of RiddlED! So you're indeed still here, hiding deep inside Eddie's subconscious. Gotcha!

Dr Jekyll

?

Y/N

Riddle me this, ED: what happens when an insecure little green criminal got his butt kicked by someone he thought less intelligent than him, got his failure exposed to all Gotham and finally comes back to life?

Dr Jekyll

I am NOT insecure.

Y/N

Of course you are, that's why you have those BIG narcissistic problems, sweetheart. Now you want to know the answer don't you?

Dr Jekyll

.

Y/N

Well it's simple: ashamed, he puts the rests of his crumbled confidence deep, deep inside his subconscious to protect it and... HYDE it. Aren't you now, Mister?

*2min later*

----- 1 New Message -----

Dr Jekyll

Your reasoning really is something else, Y/N. As twisted as your insufferable personality. How long have you known about my little retreat?

Y/N

Welcome back. Since I saved your new number, approximately 15min ago.

...

How's Dr JEDkyll? His whish to protect you is too cute. Always knew you were a cute cinnamon roll deep INSIDE ❤️

Mister Hyde / Dr Jekyll

Shut your mouth woman!

He's asleep for a bit. Letting me prepare my grand return. Thanks to you, I have more time to enjoy our body than anticipated. Also, thanks for the warning, about Ed's romanticism. The idiot needed it.

Y/N

Always a pleasure. It applies to you too dumbass, you're two sides of the same coin after all.

Mr Hyde / Dr Jekyll

Shut. Up.

It's killing me to admit it, and I'll deny if you ever mention it. But you're far more cunning than people give you credit for, Y/N.

Y/N

Still struggle to find your words properly I see. The one you are looking for is: intelligent, Ed-dear.

Mr Hyde / Dr Jekyll

Told you I'll deny it. See you around Y/N, stay alive until we meet again.

[greywritesfics]

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Found

Minori sat in disbelief as her face washed blank with confusion like her brain cogs couldn’t turn fast enough to take in the information from her wide eyes. When she finally processed the words fallen from the ash-blonde, she turned away from him, too slowly to be normal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice trailing slowly like her words are unwilling to take flight. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“I’m not an idiot,” he sighs exaggeratedly, “unlike you.” 

“I’m serious,” Minori rebutted, looking up at him. “You must’ve misheard me.” Minori pulled at her bottom lip; even from her own ears, she could hear her voice waver unconvincingly.  

Silence clung to them like a poisonous cloud that, at any moment, could choke the life from them. The hairs on her body all stood up in fear that Tatsumaki wasn’t some nightmare that only she could see and hear; that maybe she was just going crazy, perhaps that would be better. 

“Listen,” Bakugo interrupted, the low baritone of his voice bouncing off the walls of the room. “Everyone is worried about you, but those dipshits won’t understand what you’re going through,” he grumbled, frowning. “You were taken with me, so out of everyone here-- talk to me. I’m the one who ended All Might’s career anyways.”

Minori’s heart clenched at his confession. She watched as his typical scowl morphed into a frown as his lips slightly jutted outwards. Here she thought no one would be able to understand the pain eating up at her, the loneliness that consumes her like a vice, squeezing with just enough pressure to be a constant pain. 

Guilt, the ghastly beast that kills the two every day just a little more, takes what was once their inner light and replaces it with a darkness that overshadows each moment, leaving them traumatized. Right then and there, Minori acknowledged that Bakugo and her are actually two sides of the same coin. 

“You didn’t end All Might’s career,” she scolded softly. In response, Bakugo simply rolled his eyes at her remark. Clearly, he didn’t believe her, which aggravated Minori more than she would like to admit. Huffing in annoyance, Minori took hold of her pillow and threw it toward the male, hitting him square in the face. Bakugo staggered in his place, his eyebrows shooting upwards as he held onto the pillow with so much force that Minori was sure he’d leave a handprint in the foam. 

“The fuck?!” He roared, but before Minori could open her mouth to explain herself, she fell backward onto her bed as a breathless “oof” escaped her lips. Removing the pillow that felt more like a brick from the force Bakugo hurled the thing from her face; she sits up and gawks at him. 

It seems that even Bakugo wasn’t aware of how hard he managed to throw the pillow because he stood frozen before her, his sharp eyes unblinking as neither of them removed their gaze from each other. The corner of Minori’s lips twitches as she forces herself not to laugh. Instead, she shrugs and pats the spot beside her for Bakugo to sit down, warranting him to raise his brows.  

When he didn’t move, she sighed. “Sit down, Katsuki.” Finally catching the memo, the ash-blonde shoved his hands in his pockets as he sat down, slumping forward. “So are you going to speak or what?” he asks. 

“Yeah.” Pulling the pillow closer to her chest, Minori sighs as she stares at the socks at her feet. “When we escaped the L.O.V, I saw her. At first, I was in denial. I thought that couldn’t be her. She disappeared; she’s gone. There’s literally no reason for her to return,  but that spout of air felt too similar, and the hair--.” Minori shuttered, grabbing a strand of curls before tugging it away from her line of sight; repulsed by the color, she bit her lip. “That hair is the exact same as mine.” 

“I haven’t told anyone because I was too scared. If I’m honest, I probably wouldn’t have told anyone if you didn’t overhear me. I know it sounds fucked up, but I just thought that if I said something, they’d lock me back up-- and I can’t go back there.” Minori’s large orbs connect with vermillion red ones. Staring back into his, she allowed herself to continue because behind his intimidating aura, his gaze was the promise of protection and more. “I’ve worked so hard to get where I am right now, it’s not much to some, but this is everything for me. But I can’t shake the feeling that everything is going to be taken from me.”

“When friends feel like paper chains in the rain susceptible to fall apart, and the sky holds nothing but the promise of more storms, life is lonely. When all I want is a hand to hold or an arm around my shoulders, and none comes, the world becomes cold and empty. That’s what my life had been for so long until I came here to U.A.-- I don’t want to lose this,” she heaves, her orbs glistening. 

“I just--” her eyebrows furrow as the lump in her throat builds-- “why? Why is she back? Why did she cause a massacre? Why did she leave me the burden to deal with it.” Tightening her arms around the pillow, she asks the question that has internally been consuming her for years aloud, “why do people blame me?” A single drop falls from the corner of her eye, and soon after, her face crumples, the salt of her soul pouring from her eyes. 

There was a brief moment of silence as Minori cried to herself before Bakugo gently grabbed her wrists, removing her hands from her eyes. “They’re all dumbasses for ever blaming you, and even worse if they still are,” he grumbled. Minori’s eyes widened at his words as she sat, stunned and speechless. The two simply looked back at one another, and she picked up on the way Bakugo looked back at her with a hint of tenderness behind those fiery orbs of his. “Your mom sucks,” he adds, his eyebrows furrowing as he pouts, and Minori can’t help but giggle softly at his unique way of comforting. 

“Yeah, she really does,” she nods with a gentle smile gracing her features, moving her hands that are still wrapped around Bakugo’s calloused fingers, and wipes the remaining tears away.

At the sudden realization that he’s still holding onto her, Bakugo hurriedly retracts his hand away, behind his back, and lowers his head as his face blooms in a mixture of bewilderment and embarrassment as the tips of his ears tinge a light pink. 

Minori dismisses the sudden addition of color to his face and leans forwards, her smile never faltering. She never thought that she could be able to smile as genuine and laugh with no worry after the sudden sight of her mother. Placing her hand atop of his knee, she tilted her head slightly to look the male in the eye. “Thank you,” she says genuinely, a surge of happiness flourishing in her. 

Thank you for listening. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for shining a light in my forever darkness. 

Bakugo’s mouth slightly drops open in surprise before he blinks and shakes his head. “No problem,” he mumbles, removing her hand from his knee, getting up. “I’m going to bed now.”

Minori’s brows pull in confusion as she glances at the clock on a nightstand. “It’s only 8pm.”

“Your point?”

“But what about you opening up to me?” she pouts, throwing her arms up in exasperation only to have Bakugo snort. 

“Some other time.”

“You promise?” Rolling his eyes, he nods, the tips of his ears still tinged a bright pink. “Pinky promise? Mina says that these are unbreakable.” Minori points out her pinky, innocently waiting for her friend.

“Mina is a fucking idiot,” Bakugo huffs as he interlocks their pinkies, making Minori’s lips stretch out into a toothy grin. 

“Goodnight, Katsuki.”

His crimson orbs narrowed slightly as he hesitated at the door, and she got the sense that he wanted to say something but instead simply said his goodbyes for the night. “‘Night.”

A/N: Y’all have waited long enough. I’m dropping these bad boys on ya. Enjoy! ;)

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[sadhaa]

ok. okay. Okay. OKAY. THOUGHT

Fic idea: Death Song of Uther Pendragon. BUT REVOLVING AROUND MERLIN.

Like the potential for this is amazing. ANGST. ROMANCE. MAGIC REVEAL. IDIOTS IN LOVE. WE HAVE IT ALL(Note: I had this thought in the shower where all great thoughts come from. dont judge)

Ok lets set the scene:

1. Lancelot is alive bc yes

2. Arthur let Gwen go to be with Lance bc he realizes it was mean of him to hold her back from someone she loved. 

3. Arthur has feelings for Merlin. Like love. yike. scary. 

4. Merlin over the years has a few pieces of parchment where he has written down all his “crimes”, or times he uses magic. He has another piece of parchment where he writes a letter to Arthur about why he didnt tell him and how sorry he was. Merlin did this cause he felt guilty and needed to find someway to cope. 

OK ON TO THE THOUGHT:

So, beginning starts the same with the almost burning and getting the horn. check. done. 

They go back, Arthur broods, hides the idea from Merlin.

they go off on their little adventure, he talks to Uther

NOW HERES WHERE THINGS GET SPICY

AND NOT IN THE SEXY WAY

Uther knows about Merlin’s magic bc he sees everything over Camelot right? He knew about the knights (and in canon he knew about Gwen) So this man has to know about Merlin’s magic considering this dumb little magic twink has ZERO self preservation instinct. and Uther. is. pissed.

So he says “you let common men become knights, there is magic in the heart of Camelot!” much angry. very dick. so Uther.  

Arthur: shock and sad. Who could it be?

commence the looking back and shit show that Arthur is about to cause.

CAMPING SCENE! but Arthur doesn’t tell Merlin about the magic comment bc he doesn’t want Merlin to worry and if Merlin found out, he may become a target.

Back in Camelot everything is fine until it isnt. cause its Camelot. and nothing is ever fine there.

BUT. NOW. 

the ghosting that Uther is doing is now solely directed at Merlin.

candelabra doesnt fall on the table. It fucking gets yeeted at Merlin. M nearly gets crushed under that thing and the knights all freak out.

cause we all know that the knights adopted Merlin at this point

M gets taken to Gaius and he concludes that M is bruised and lightly concussed. (i dont want my boy too hurt)

Next the axe. M helps some of the knights with their armor and as he is the last one, he cleans up a bit. suddenly axe yeets itself and M gets a scratch all down his arm

sad and in pain Merlin

Now, M thinks A did something sus

u can tell I played alot of Among Us lately

also how does one spell suspicicious?

he confronts him, A brushes him off. bc he love his daddy. But A looks kinda like longingly and concerned for M bc he knows that M gets hurt quite a bit, but never like this.

M leaves and cue the torches and fire sequence.

*insert pic of Edna with fire in her goggles* *Uther is Edna, but more evil*

Gwen is walking down the hall when she notices the smoke and call for help.

our OG6 come running and find M, unconscious, bleeding and suffocating.

A freaks the hell out. 

M’s room: he is on the bed and everyone, including OG6 and Gwen are in there with Gaius and M.

Main Q: Why would Uther try to kill M when he appointed M in the first place!

Gaius realizes. Lance realizes. oh shit. He knows

Lance and Gaius tell them and there are some mixed reactions.

Leon, kinda suspected it from the beginning but he didn’t have enough evidence to back it up

Absolute shock to Gwaine, Elyan, Percival and Gwen

ARTHUR IS FUCKING DEVASTATED. He has been lied to and cue the betrayal and manpain.

Suddenly the attacks on M make more sense

candelabra: being buried alive, asphyxiation.

ok i am borrowing this idea from the author of the amazing fic These Breaths We Breathe series where Uther finds out about M and buries him alive

yall should read it. 

author is kayura_sanada

Axe: beheading

torches: the pyre

the symbolism here is prob the smartest thing I have ever done. like y couldn’t i think of this back in soph year english? 

Uther was threatening M and trying to kill him

Arthur is conflicted so Gaius gives him Merlin’s list of “crimes” and the letter. All of the others leave and Gwaine implies that he would fight A for M. 

Cue emotional transformation and realization.

Arthur flashes back to Isolde and Tristan and realizes that letting Gwen go wasn’t that bad, but losing M? that would fucking kill him. He can imagine a future without Gwen. But M? Nah man. They are two sides of the same coin. two halves of a whole idiot. two braincells of the same dumbass brain. they love each other. A needs M. A loves M.

So he plans to confront his father

he gets the gang and they all set out to find Uther. 

They all tell him how they are accepting of M and why and that A should tell M he loves him when this is over.

A is touched and is glad that M has this family who loves him so much

now fighting Uther

right before he blows the horn, Uther says “Merlin has Magic!” and A goes “Yeah, I know and I love him” and yeets him back to Narnia (or where ever these ghost people go) 

M wakes up to everyone knowing, breaksdown crying and feels loved

jump ahead a week: A hasn’t told M how he feels. He is doing something else instead and it is a surprise.

Leon walks in during that week and asks what hes doing. Arthur freaks out, hides the thing and blurts out “I’m writing Poetry”

Leon has never heard such bs in his life. But he gives up and walks away.

2 weeks later, A tells M he loves him by repealing Magic ban. and they live happily ever after.

yay. 

Can someone write this pls? Like im still planning to write the long fic idea i had from my last post, but can someone write this? I would love them forever. 

Bonus: Ygraine freaking WHOOPS Uther’s ass and loves M alot.

tl;dr: death song of U Pendragon with M, magic reveal, angst and Leon deserving a raise.

[finiteuniverse13]

ALEX ALEX I HAD A STELLER THO(ugh)T

chibs calling street “jimmy boy” and replacing the connotation street has between jimmy + his mom with this grey haired scottish dude ruffling his hair and bear-hugging him every time he sees him 🥺

Chibs and Hondo parenting Jim and Juice. They’ve never met but they both work to parent two sides of the same -HEY DUMBASSES STOP PLAYING CATCH WITH THAT HAND GRENADE - idiot coin.

[class1akids]

what are your top 10 bnha ships? and why do you love/like them? ^^ (sorry for my english)

Huh - let’s see if I have 10 ships.

1. TodoBaku

This is my favourite one. They are absolute equals in every sense, don’t have any toxic history with each other, they are extremely different, yet very similar in some ways. They have the perfect sass, the rivals to dumbasses to friends to  oblivious idiots to lovers energy. They are both so emotionally dysfunctional, and yet, maybe that’s why they work together…

2. Todobakudeku

I’ve never been into OT3 before, but the Origin Trio really works for me. 

3. BakuDeku

Once they get over their issues, this is a good ship because nobody gets Kacchan like Deku does - and I think once he gets his shit together, Bakugou could make a great partner for Deku. They are really the two sides of the same coin in many ways, somehow meant to make a whole. Enemies to fated rivals to lovers. They are also best friends, even if sometimes it’s hard to see it. I prefer them as platonic friends, but their ship dynamic can also be great. 

4. TodoMomo 

They are like the definition of beautiful power-couple and I love how their relationship is built on mutual deep respect. They very nicely complement each other. Also, you’ve got a love a couple that starts out with accidental bondage.

5. TodoDeku

Ok. There be a pattern here. I just ship Todoroki and happiness and I think Midoriya is a great match for him. There is a lot of softness and unconditional support. They are both incredibly kind, but in very different ways and Todoroki’s aloof cool plays well with Midoriya’s slightly overwrought warmth. I mean my boy literally got set on fire by Deku.

6. MomoJirou

Gosh, I��ve shipped this two together since I saw Jirou’s sexual awakening face watching Momo during the USJ attack. They are badass together, and Jirou’s goth rock and roll energy works really well with Momo’s straight-laced smartest-girl-in-the-class vibe. 

7. KamiJirou

They are just very neat together.

8. EraserMic

I was on the fence with these two, but the Shirakumo/Kurogiri arc sold it for me and they became my favourite murder husbands and accidental dads to stray kids and cats.

9. KiriMina

I think KiriMina is insanely cute. 

10. And finally my crackship: Hawks / Fuyumi

Because Hawks is practically member of the Todo-family and Fuyumi is best girls and after a shitty childhood they both deserve some happiness.

I also like a bunch of other ships, like KiriBaku, KamiBaku (yes, I ship Bakugou and happiness too) and there are many I feel more or less easy about. 

[wormstacheangel]

Breakup Over Insecurities

Dean has never been happier than he is now with his long time boyfriend, Castiel. Then Cas pops the question and Dean decides to fuck everything up.

Read it on [AO3]

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Dean stood by his car watching Cas's family help Cas pack stuff into boxes. Dean was hoping that by the time he came home they would all be gone but that wasn't the case. Now Dean had to fight the urge to yell at everyone to put it all back. To scream at Cas, beg him, to make it work but he knew this was for the best. Cas wanted a life with him. One with wedding rings, a house, and little munchkins running around them. Dean knew that already, he knew all along that it was Cas's end goal. He always wanted to be a father with a big family like his own. 

But Dean, as much as he wanted the same thing, he was scared. 

It has been 5 years since he found Cas, tucked away in the back of the library with papers scattered all over him and glasses falling off the edge of his nose. It was so easy to fall in love with that deep chuckled laugh and nose crinkled smile. Every day felt like time was speeding up or slowing down just for them and Dean knew that Cas was the one for him on their third date. 

Now the love of his life was leaving him for good. No more fights or discussions over this. No more waiting. No more relationship. 

They have been fighting for over a week because Dean has said no to Cas's proposal.

"I like what we have now? Why do we have to change that?"

"I like what we have too, Dean, but I want more! I want to be married to you!"

"I just-" Dean couldn't look at Cas as his own heart was breaking. "I can't."

Cas left that night. It was the first time Dean has slept alone in a bed over the course of their relationship and he didn't get a wink of sleep. Cas didn't stay the night for a whole week. Every time he would come over they only ever ended up fighting.

"Are you embarrassed of me?"

"No!" Dean quickly said wanting to pull Cas into a tight embrace but fought the urge since Cas has already told him not to touch him. "Sweetheart, that's not it."

"Then why, Dean? Why won't you marry me? Why won't you tell your family about me? My family loves you. My friends love you. Why is our family here not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you?"

"Cas," Dean scrubbed his face with his hand as he tried to figure out what to say. "My dad-"

"Don't give me that excuse, Dean! I know your Dad is a homophobic asshole but why do we have to, why do you have to, live up to his standards? Your mother will still love you! Sam will still love you! I will still love you!"

But Dean couldn't move past it. His father's words echoed in his brain, getting louder with every passing day that Cas was away.

Now he lost him.

Dean couldn't stand there anymore. Instead, he got back in his car and drove the two-hour drive to visit his little brother.

He must have looked as tired and defeated as he felt because the flash of concern that appeared on Sam's face as soon as he saw Dean was obvious.

"Dude, what the hell happened to you? You look...awful."

"Nice seeing you too, Sammy."

"Oh, sorry, I was just surprised is all. What are you doing here? Where's Cas?"

"Gone." Dean pushes pass Sam and walks into his apartment, headed to the fridge for a beer.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Sam closes the door behind him and stalks after Dean for answers. "What did you do?"

Dean pops the cap off the beer and glared at his brother as he answered. "Nothing! He left because he wanted too." Then took a swig of the cheap beer wishing for something stronger but Sam doesn't keep any good stuff in his place.

Sam crosses his arms over his chest. "I doubt that. Dean, what happened?"

Sam looked at him with those big eyes of his and Dean thought, what the heck? Cas is gone so might as well come out and say it.

"He-he um," Nope it was too hard. He can't. He can't have his little brother look at him in disgust and disappointment. He can't risk losing his boyfriend and brother all in one night. So Dean shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, Sam!"

"Did you two break up or something?" Sam said it so casually that it made Dean almost spit out his beer but he ended up choking on it instead. The bubbles going up to his nose as he coughed. Sam took a step towards him, ready to pat his back, but Dean took a step away from him as he held his hands up to stop his brother. 

"Break up?" He finally coughed out when he had enough air.

Sam only nodded, eyebrows scrunching together, as he frowned at Dean. "Or did you two just fight? I didn't think you guys fought much. You guys seemed like two sides of the same coin." He playfully added with a twitch of a smile.

"Sam, what the hell are you talking about? Cas and I aren't-" Dean tried his usual annoyed defense but Sam only looked at him with one eyebrow raised. As if saying 'really dean?' So Dean just sighed in defeat. "When the hell did you find out?"

"Five years ago."

"F-five- Sam! you knew the whole time?"

"Of course, I did! You're an idiot! Do you think I wouldn't notice my dumbass brother falling in love right in front of me? It was always 'Cas said this.' 'Cas did that.' If I wasn't so happy for you I would have punched you."

"This whole time I could have talked to you about...Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for you to tell me!"

"And you don't...You don't think it's bad?"

"Bad? What that you like guys? No, of course not, Dean! Is that why you never told me? You think I wouldn't like it?"

"I was scared you would look at me differently. Act like-"

"Like Dad?" Dean only gave a stiff nod in response. "When have I ever agreed with anything Dad said? Dean, you're my big brother, and I support you no matter who you love. Plus, I like Cas."

"Yeah," Dean felt the lump in his throat as he put the beer down on the counter cause he'll be damn if he came out to his little brother and cry in front of him in the span of five minutes. "I liked him too."

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

So Dean does and he only got yelled at, again, for being a dumbass.

"You can't let Dad fuck with your life all the time, Dean! I know he's hurt you but you got move on from it or you're really gonna end up losing your one chance of happiness!"

"It's not that easy, Sam!"

"Stop making it difficult then! Care about your own damn self for once, Dean, and stop caring about what others think of you!"

"Cas is already gone anyway. So what's the point in standing up to Dad now!"

"Cause you know Cas isn't really gone, Dean. What he wants, you can still give him that. You can still do that for him. For both of you."

Dean thought it over for just a second, all he really needed is to picture Cas's laughing face, for him to nod in agreement. He looked back at his brother as he whispered, "Come with me?"

So Dean drove down to his parent's house with his brother by his side.

Mom opened the door, and just like Sam, the happy smile turned into concern. 

"Mom? Dad? I need to talk to you both." Dean finally said as he sat his parents down on the couch. Sam stood behind the couch with a comforting smile and gives Dean the thumbs up to continue.

So he did. He got everything off his chest.

There was a lot of yelling. A lot more crying. Followed by more yelling and Dean having to stop Sam from landing a punch on his Dad. All in all, it ended much better than Dean thought. Dad only kicked them out of the house and told them not to show their faces to him again. 

Dean expected to feel anything but relieved but it was such an overwhelming feeling that when Dean got back in the car with his brother he just started to laugh or cry he wasn’t sure which one but the load off his back was gone. His dad's voice was gone. He was free from him. 

When Dean got his head to focus again he drove straight home, hoping Cas would still be there. 

And there in the steps of their rented shared place sat Cas, with one last box by his side but nobody else was there. 

Cas got up as soon as Dean parked and he looked angry, annoyed, but then confused when he saw Sam getting out of the passenger seat. The words Cas probably wanted to yell out at Dean were swallowed down and replaced with, "Sam? What are you doing here?"

Sam shrugged with a big grin on his face. "Dean dragged me out here for some reason."

"Dean?" Cas looked annoyed because he thought Sam didn't know about them so he can't act like a mad boyfriend in front of him. "What's going-?"

Cas didn't have time to finish his sentence as Dean closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together into a hard kiss. Cas was shocked by his action that he pulled away quickly, not taking a step back, but looked at Dean with wide eyes. "D-Dean?"

His eyes rested on Sam as if to remind him that he was there but Sam only chuckled. 

"He knows already, Sweetheart."

"He does? You-you told him?"

"No, he already knew apparently but he made me see how stupid I have been. Hiding you away instead of showing you off."

"Dean but your father-"

"Screw him!" Dean cheerfully said. "He told me I was dead to him and I'm just gonna return the favor. Now he won't get a chance to meet his grandkids."

"Grandkids!"

"I mean if you still want to have some!"

"I-I do." Cas blushing cheeks and growing smile

"Then let's have a whole band of kids."

Cas chuckled and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan."

"Cas, can you ask me again? I want to change my answer. A do-over so ask me again. Please."

Cas eyes soften up as he reached to take Dean’s hand, taking a step forward, as he looked back at Dean with a little hesitation but with all the love in the world. "Dean, will you marry me?"

"Yes." Dean answered just as Cas finished, making him laugh and it made Dean’s stomach flip. He couldn’t imagine living his life without him. “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes, I’ll marry you.”

[oh-no-a-whovian]

The white wolf and the white kitsune

Pairing: Geralt of rivia x Kitsune! Reader

Word count: 1636

Warnings: swearing. Nothing else, may have more if I continue as a series.

Links: masterlist

Stupid dogs. Stupid humans. Why do they keep wandering through these woods as if they own them? They have their roads and their villages, is that not enough? You were born here, raised here, you even learnt how to shift to human form here. 50 plus years and these stupid humans are showing up more and more frequently and bringing their horrifying mutts with them.

You’d been drinking by the stream when a stupid dog had charged from the brush, barking its head off, a human in tow. you had growled and screeched as you barely avoided its open maw latching around one of your two tails. Even in human form you cannot hide them easily it’s take much practice and you’d only learnt to transform into a human on your fiftieth year, gaining your second tail on the same day.

You run through the trail away from the beast, tripping over roots and barely leaping over a log. Just a little bit further you think to yourself. The other side of the next clearing is your den, you just hope that that slathering beast does not follow you there and dig you out from hiding.

You freeze as you enter the clearing, eyeing the fire in the centre and the horse bound to a tree to your left. Your [y/e/c] eyes meet golden ones as you stand there with bated breath. He’d spun to face you the moment you entered the clearing, his white hair flipping around. His eyes comb over your bare body pausing on the swish of your tails behind you. You don’t know what to do as he watches you wearily. You cannot go back as the hound and its owner are close behind but you cannot go forward as this giant of a man is in the way.

You hear the hound draw closer and without thinking further you leap to the right, shifting as you go, ready to run the moment your paws hit the ground. The ground never comes as a hand wraps around your fur covered waist, picking up your fox form with ease. You writhe in his grip as he lifts you up to look at you, his brow furrowed in confusion as he now eyes your white fluffy fur. He looks up suddenly as he sees the human and his dog about to barge into the clearing but instead of letting you go he shoves you behind his back, holding you there. You fall silent and stop struggling, confused by his decision to hide you.

“What the?!” the man grunts as he reaches the clearing, stopping when he sees who is standing there, the dog barking and tugging at the rope binding it to its idiot. “Witcher! I saw a beast running this way! A woman with tails, a monster to be sure!”

“I’ll take care of it” he replies, his voice deep and brutish. “No need to worry about it, if there is a monster in these woods I shall remove it.”

Your ears fall back at the man’s sigh of relief, he’s the monster not you.

“I’m so glad you’re in these woods witcher. Here” you hear clinking “some coins, not much but I hope it’s enough to get rid of that beast. I was worried my dog and I wouldn’t have been able to dispatch such a monster. What if had harmed the children of the village? Please ensure it’s gone soon so we can be safe again.”

“Hmmm” the man holding you responds, keeping his grip as you hear the man and his bound mutt heading away. Thank the mother that thing is bound or it would have come at you for sure whether this man was here or not. A little fox like you can’t fight a dog off. As you hear the footsteps receding he pulls you back around his front, staring at you for a moment as you hang there limply. You stare into his gold eyes with your ears laying back, begging with your eyes to be let go.

“Turn back” he growls. You snap at him not wanting to. You just want to get to your den away from these monsters. “I said turn back” he repeats and you whine and wiggle. ‘Can’t turn back while you’re holding me dumbass’ you think at him. He sighs finally realising the issue, hesitating before placing you down. Before you can run for it he grabs your tails instead, giving you no chances it seems. “this should work” he hums deeply, smirking at you as you growl at him.

You huff and submit, shifting in front of him. Before he has a chance to do anything you growl again and smack him. “let go of my tails human” you shout as you try to pull away but he keeps his grip, trying not to hurt you but not letting you go. He tries to grab your wrist as you flail but you keep it from his grip, not wanting anything else caught in these iron fists.

“I know of all the creatures in this world but have not heard of you. What are you?” he asks patiently as you struggle, grunting with the force he’s using stopping you from escaping.

“How would I know what you humans would call me?” you growl again, writhing as he finally pins your hands above your head. He straddles over your hips as he heaves a sigh, obviously satisfied he has you restrained.

“Hmmmm” he grunts, avoiding watching your chest rise and fall. “What do you call yourself? Your name and species?”

“Let me go and I’ll tell you” you whine, wriggling a little.

“Not until you speak little fox” he growls.

“Fine just please don’t hurt me” you whimper as his grip tightens a little. “I’m [Y/N]. I was just a little kit when my parents disappeared and I was taken, if my kind has a name I don’t know it.” You cry.

You notice his stance above you change through blurred vision and feel his grip loosen around your wrists. His brow furrows more as he climbs off you to stand.

“Were you born the fox or the human?” he continues as he steps back. What makes him think you aren’t gonna try to run again? Has he decided you aren’t really worth the effort?

“The fox…” you reply as you roll onto all fours, looking up at him with your tails low. “I only learnt to transform on my fiftieth year; just a few weeks ago…”

“You’re fifty?” he asks as he looks over your body. You know you look young compared to a human your age, you’d seen enough to know that. You also know that you can look however you want, it’s all about preference. You nod mutely as you back away from him. He sighs as he notices your movement but instead of trying to grab you again he kneels down. Is he trying to be comforting after that?

“Are there more of you in the area?” you shake your head. “Do you know where others of your kind are? You’re not safe here anymore. The town will know of your presence in no time” he sighs as he pokes a stick into the fire, stoking the embers. “And one thing is for sure, you are no monster”

“No I don’t, as I said… I was taken” you sniffle, deciding to settle by the fire. If he was gonna kill you he would have done it by now and the fire is warm and under control.

He sighs for a moment seeming to be fighting with a decision in his head. You can see it in his eyes, some sort of struggle going on in there. “Fuck” he grunts as he seems to come to his conclusion “I could… take you with me? Find more of your kind or just find somewhere safe for you?” he offers in an almost pained manner. It’s like it’s forced. But part of you tells you that’s not it, that maybe he’s not used to it. Maybe he’s not used to opening up but he wants to and that thought has you tilting your head at him, stopping the rejection on the tip of your tongue. You’d only just met and he wants to help you? Keep you safe? Maybe even keep you around?

You stare at him for a moment, brows furrowed, your head still tilted as you look him up and down. Slowly you nod, your curiosity and loneliness getting the better of you.  You notice the tiniest smile on his lips and you smile back.

“I’m going to my den…” you start and his brows furrow. “It’s just there” you point to a hole on the other side of the clearing from where you’d come from. “I’ll sleep in there and I’ll come back out in the morning or if you call me.” You say as you hop up, your tail swishing.

“Goodnight then [Y/N]” he nods as he relaxes.

“Goodnight… umm… what’s your name?” you ask flustered as you realise he had never said, the whole conversation was about you.

“Geralt” he smirks.

“Goodnight Geralt” you smile, finally walking away.

He watches her as she walks off, shifting into a fox and diving into her den. When he’d made camp he hadn’t expected to have such a beautiful woman run into the clearing or for her to suddenly transform into a fox. He knew in an instant that she was someone he wanted to know. She’s just as misunderstood as him. That’s probably why he feels this undying urge to help her, from the very moment she showed up.

[A/N] my first Witcher fic tell me if you all like it/ want more. Feel free to comment. May make this a series.

[starryhedgehog]

my everything : an elu coffee shop au (pt. 1)

part one ll part two ll part three ll part four ll part five ll part six ll part seven ll part eight

a/n : this is a series! each part will come out daily -> let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments or send me an ask xx 

I. 

Fuck, is the first thing Lucas Lallemant thinks when he reaches the front of the line and stammers as he forgets exactly what he’s about to say.  All he sees is the new barista standing right behind Imane, laughing to himself as he pulls down a lever and steam flies right into his face.  Lucas is still watching curiously when the barista turns around, mischievous eyes alight with the hidden fact that he’s done something completely, utterly stupid.  But adorable, Lucas thinks.  And as the barista looks around for any witnesses, his gaze lands straight on Lucas.  

Lucas goes blank, knees wobbly.  

Fuck, he’s hot.  

And unfortunately for Lucas, because of course something like this would happen, Imane is not having it.  She waves her hand in front of his face, crossing her arms as she receives no response.  “Lucas.  Lucas?  Hello?” 

Lucas snaps back to attention and stares blankly at Imane, blushing.  “Sorry.”  He sneaks another quick glance at the barista behind the counter and feels his heart actually wince because the barista’s already turned back around, fussing with a complicated coffee order with far too much milk and something about diluted water.  

“Uh,” Lucas manages, “what?” 

The glare Imane gives him could cut ice, and Lucas vaguely makes a note to never cross her.  Not like he was ever planning to.  “Your order, dumbass.  Come on, there’s a line.” 

Despite himself, Lucas shakes his head and smiles.  He can’t help it.  His biology partner turned out to be one of the coolest people he knows.  “Noisette.”  He grins, “coffee with a drop of milk.”

Imane rolls her eyes but can’t keep the edges of her mouth from turning up.  And a little bell rings in Lucas’ head because that’s four times now that Imane’s smiled at him in the past week.  “Three euros,” she says. 

Lucas digs in his pockets and scrambles to drop three coins in the palm of Imane’s hand.  “You’re warming up to me,” he teases.  “By the end of summer, we’ll be like, best friends.” 

“Okay, bye.” She shoos him off impatiently, turning to mutter his order to the hot barista behind her.  The one Lucas can’t seem to keep his eyes off.  He thinks he hears Imane calling him an idiot.

And as she does, the barista turns around, his eyes meeting Lucas’ for the second time that day.  And Lucas is drowning all over again, joints frozen, unable to breathe, and he doesn’t understand how suddenly he finds himself very interested in the white tiles beneath his shoes.  

He’s startled by the voice calling his name minutes later, and the voice is sweet, and Lucas snaps up, entranced.  It’s the barista, and fuck, he’s just said Lucas’ name.

Lucas manages to shuffle toward the counter and shakily meets the barista’s gaze as he hands him his coffee.  

“One noisette,” the barista says, smiling.  And then, “for Lucas.”

Lucas nods and manages to make a barely distinguishable smile, ducking his head and nearly bolting out the café.  As soon as the air hits his face and he starts walking across the street, regret washes over him.  

It’s only now that he realizes he hasn’t got the barista’s name.  Only the inkling of a silhouette and those striking eyes, and that sweet, sweet voice.  He needs to go back, Lucas thinks, needs to find out who he is, needs something —

He’s interrupted by an arm wrapping around his shoulders. 

“Aw, there’s our Lulu,” is Arthur’s voice behind him.

Next to him, the same person whose arm is shaking him, is Yann.  “Come on, man, really?  No coffee for me?” 

“What?  I want coffee!” Is Basile, shoving his way in the middle of him and Yann, staring at Lucas with wide eyes.

Lucas scowls.  “Really?”

Arthur laughs, his glasses misting up and nudging further down his nose.  “So grumpy.” 

Yann agrees, and Arthur, the dick, reaches over Lucas’ head to meet Yann in a perfectly planned fist bump.

It’s Basile that notices it first.  “What’s that?” he reaches for Lucas’ coffee, and oh no, that was not a good idea.

“Hey,” Lucas scrambles away, “hands off!”  Call him selfish, but he’s not letting Basile of all people ruin the feeling of the barista’s fingertips lightly brushing against his.

“No, no, no,” Basile interrupts again, and Lucas feels the intense need to throttle him.  “There’s something on your cup, right there.”  He manages to stick his finger towards the side of the cup away from Lucas.  “See?”

Lucas turns his cup and freezes.  “Oh my god.” 

Because sure enough, there’s something there.  Drawn in black sharpie right underneath his name.  It’s a raccoon holding a cup of coffee, a smile stretching upon his face. 

“Oh my god,” Lucas says again.  Because how the hell did the barista manage to draw this between making coffee and calling his name? 

“What is it?” Arthur strains to see, fussing with his glasses.  His smile grows.  “Ah, who’s your secret admirer?”  He waggles his eyebrows.

Yann sneaks a peak of the coffee cup, too.  “Cute.  What does it mean?” 

And Lucas can’t seem to say anything else.  “Oh my god.” 

Basile groans, exasperated.  “Yes, we know.  You already said that, like ten times.”

“The — the barista,” Lucas manages, already feeling like his eyes are turning into little hearts.  “He, he works in the coffee shop.“

“What’s his name?” Arthur grins, slinging an arm around Lucas.  And then he turns to Yann and Basile, doing a very poor job of disguising his excitement.  “Guys, guys, Lucas is falling in love before our very eyes.”  

And then Lucas is drowning all over again because he doesn’t even know who the barista is.  “I don’t know,” he admits.  “I ran out.” 

Yann groans and smacks his hands over his face.  Basile has a similar reaction, but it instead involves tripping over his laces and stumbling to grab onto Arthur, who rolls his eyes in exaggerated exasperation. 

And then Lucas’ eyes widen.  “I didn’t even thank him.”

He pushes past the boys and runs back to the coffee shop, pulling the door open with a little too much force.  It’s at this moment that he realizes it might be a little weird to apologize to a person he’s never even met.  In fact, he thinks he’ll just thank him tomorrow, and wheels out of the coffee shop, thoroughly embarrassed.  He doesn’t even notice the ‘hey’ Imane sends his way and the curious glance from the barista that follows him out of the shop.

part two 

[sign-from-god-complex]

The Well

Summary: Virgil couldn’t speak—too caught up in the way every aspect of the fae looked just a little too perfect. It felt like a viewing someone from a dream, features seeming to shift and change before his eyes, almost fluid.

Patton smiled brightly, showcasing his teeth in a brilliant and terrifying display. “That’s what I thought.”

Or, Virgil’s always appreciated water, but this time he may be in too deep.

Pairing: Moxiety with background logince.

Warnings: Talk about a mostly nondescript (probably) terminal illness, mentions of death.

A/N: I don’t have a drabble for y’all today, but I do have a fic I wrote in my writing course this evening! so hopefully this is good too. I’ve wanted to do a fae fic for fucking forever.

Tag list: @mutechild @super-magical-wizard @shadowsfromthesun​

AO3 Link

He’d always had an affinity for deep water.

It was something that should have made him afraid—after all, the ocean was often treacherous and unkind—but instead, it made him feel safe. It reminded him, the same way the stars did for Logan, how insignificant they really were. There was so much to uncover, so much to know that they didn’t know yet and it was immensely fascinating.

The well before him was dark and damp, rough under his fingertips as he gripped on to it, leaning over the side to see the water below. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the blackness, but eventually, a picture came into focus on the surface of the water, rippling and moving ever so slightly before his eyes. Despite the distance, he was still able to make it out perfectly.

The boy in the image was dark-haired—strong but afraid, the adrenaline once coursing through his veins seemingly absent in the solitude of this clearing. There was eyeliner smudged under big, brown eyes, as they studied the water, just watching. Waiting.

“I told you it was going to be fine, Virgil!”

A voice pulled him from his reverie, boisterous and not at all discreet—he was starting to wonder if Roman understood the concept of being discreet. Recent events seemed to prove otherwise.

He pushed back from the well, pressing a finger to his lips in an insistent shush. Roman rolled his eyes and Virgil had to fight to not hit him over the head at his arrogance.

“We could easily still be found, dumbass,” he hissed, pulling Roman away from the entrance of the clearing so he was further obscured, just in case, “I’d rather you not go around yelling out our position if you could be so kind.”

The sound of the guards had faded away a long time ago but it always paid to be cautious—plus, someone had to look out for the two of them without Logan around, god knows Roman wasn’t doing it.

Roman approached the structure beside them, hesitant for the first time since he’d arrived. “So this is the well?”

It was unassuming—a basic cobblestone well, with a wooden roof overhead, a bucket and a rope. You’d think nothing of it if you happened to pass by it on your morning walk—something you were unlikely to do, it was quite enclosed and out of the way—which Virgil supposed was the point.

He joined Roman staring down into the well again, the vision of the man now joined by his friend—a shock of red hair and freckles and big bright eyes, chewing at his lip in concern. Virgil didn’t really think Roman had the right to be worried now, considering he was the one who’d suggested this in the first place.

“You got the coin?” Virgil asked.

He watched his companion pull a small medallion out of his coat pocket, turning it over in his fingers a few times. “I do. Though I have to admit, it was a bitch to acquire, Virge. We’re gonna owe Remy so much after this one.”

Virgil scoffed. “As if we don’t already.”

“Touche.”

They both stood there, staring down at the slowly curling water of the well, neither wanting to make the final move to seal their fates. It lasted a few moments more before Virgil stood up, taking a deep breath and holding out a hand for Roman to pass him the coin. The medallion felt heavy in his palm, the weight of both the solid metal and the choice he was about to make pressing him down towards the ground.

“Well,” he said, holding the coin out over the top of the well, “Here goes nothing.”

And then he dropped it.

Distantly a splash could be heard as the coin hit the surface of the water, but Virgil’s ears were ringing so it was lost to him. He stepped back, his heartbeat speeding up as he came to the realisation of what he had just done. Roman was much the same—shock on his face, though missing the dread present on his own as Roman was not the one to make the sacrifice. It wasn’t Roman’s life at stake.

There were a few moments where nothing happened, and Virgil was almost hoping in the back of his mind that the legend was only that—a legend—but then… there was light.

The well began to glow—softly at first, though picking up intensity as the seconds ticked by—and though it hurt Virgil’s eyes to see at he found himself unable to look away. He was unaware and uncaring of whether Roman was doing the same; right then all that existed was Virgil and the well.

“Oh, and what do we have here?”

Jerked out of whatever spell he’d been caught up in, Virgil spun around towards the voice, worried that it was one of the other villagers who’d caught them… but it wasn’t. It definitely wasn’t.

The man standing before them was terrifyingly beautiful—large grey eyes framed with thick eyelashes, a smattering of freckles like stardust across his skin and perfectly pink lips pulled into a smile with too many teeth. He was inhuman, but gods above, he was gorgeous and Virgil found himself speechless.

Unfortunately, Roman had no such affliction.

“Oh! Hello, sir! Uh.” Roman seemed to pause there, unsure of what exactly the etiquette was for asking mythical deities for a favour. Virgil couldn’t blame him. “We were hoping to find you!”

The being laughed, bright and bell-like. It seemed to whip through the trees like a breeze, chasing its way through the clearing and causing Virgil’s breath to catch in his throat.

“Well, you found me!” the being said, taking a step forward, “I’ve had many names over the years, but you can call me Patton. May I have your name?”

Roman perked up, preparing to introduce himself. “Oh! I-”

“No.”

Virgil cut straight through Roman’s words, breaking them into pieces in the air around them.

Patton laughed again—there was more of an echo to it this time, bouncing around inside his skull. “Oh! A clever one, huh? Alright. What may I call you then?”

Virgil thought for a moment, pushing down the want running through every inch of his body that asked for him to give himself up to this being, to push himself forward and sink into his arms and never leave. What they were doing was already dangerous enough; they weren’t going to receive anything if they weren’t careful here.

“You can call me Anxiety. This is Princey.”

Roman spluttered for a second at the choice of nickname but froze when Virgil turned a glare on him. Now was really not the time to be arguing about what the fae was allowed to call him. If he wasn’t such an idiot, next time, he could pick the nicknames.

Listen to him. “Next time”. As if they were likely to even get through this time unscathed.

Patton walked closer, almost gliding along the grass beneath him and Virgil vaguely noticed that the fae wasn’t wearing any shoes. He’s not sure why he was surprised, it wasn’t like he had much need for them.

“Alright, Anxiety,” Patton hummed, slipping around the human to lean against the well—his well, “What’d you call me up for? Hmm? Are you looking for riches? Fame? Love?”

He tilted his head just a little bit more with each suggestion, curiosity stirred into his words, and Virgil tensed at the reminder of why they came, why they risked all of this in the first place.

“My brother.” Patton eyes, once trained over his shoulder into the forest behind, snapped to meet Virgil’s. “He’s sick; there’s something wrong with his lungs—they don’t know what and it’s just getting worse… He can barely even tell me about the stars anymore.”

His voice was close to breaking now, tears building up behind his eyes though he tried so hard not to let them fall. This was a negotiation, and he couldn’t afford to show such weakness.

“I’m here to trade for his health. I want to know what it’ll cost to have my brother alive and well again.”

The fae looked contemplative, but there was a glint in his eyes that caused Virgil to think he’d already made up his mind.

“That’s a pretty big ask, you know…” Patton’s tone was playful, teasing with just an undercurrent of cockiness, “Who says I’d even be able to save your brother?”

Roman spoke up this time, pushing his way to the forefront of Virgil’s mind. Truthfully, he regretted even bringing him along, but it was Roman’s idea and he loved Logan just as much as Virgil did—albeit in a different way.

“You’ve done it before,” he said, words dripping with fake confidence, “For Thomas.”

Virgil cursed Roman out under his breath for using their friend’s real name, but he supposed it was just one name. Don’t get him wrong, he was definitely gonna kick his ass for it later—assuming there was a later, of course—but he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing he could have possibly done.

“Thomas, hmm?” The fae’s eyes were sparkling and Virgil couldn’t tell if it was the light, his imagination or just plain old magic. “And how do you know this Thomas exactly?”

From the corner of his eye, Virgil caught Roman tug at the necklace he wore under his shirt. It had been an anniversary present from Logan—a clear red stone tucked into a delicate wire frame, twisted into the shape of a tiny flower. Roman had insisted that he wear it, claiming it would be their good luck charm, though it didn’t seem to have brought them much luck so far.

“He runs the bar that we go to for drinks!” Roman hesitated then, rubbing lightly against the side of his neck. “Or, that we used to go to… before.”

There was something that flickered through the fae’s eyes but it was gone before Virgil could identify it, leaving behind only the barest hint of amusement. “Mmm, well maybe he’s lying. Maybe I can’t save your brother.”

Virgil felt rage bubbling up inside him, pressing up against his throat and threatening to spill out. He knew what Patton was saying wasn’t true—Thomas wouldn’t lie to them, especially not about this—and he was beginning to tire of the constant games. His patience was wearing thin, ready to snap, every word out of the fae’s mouth bringing him closer to that edge.

“You can and you will.”

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

Patton pushed himself from the well and strode towards him, seemingly towering over Virgil despite being several inches shorter. The playfulness in his eyes was absent. Instead, they felt void and ageless and Virgil shrunk down under his gaze, a chill making its way through his body. The forest became quiet, all background noises dying away as Virgil was completely spellbound by the fae in front of him—dangerous and so incredibly captivating.

“Oh, will I?” Patton asked, tone innocent but demeanour anything but, “I think you’d better remember your place. After all, who’s the one asking whom for help?”

Virgil couldn’t speak—too caught up in the way every aspect of the fae looked just a little too perfect. It felt like a viewing someone from a dream, features seeming to shift and change before his eyes, almost fluid. He could identify them, sure, but there was still something about the fae’s appearance that was just too much for him to comprehend.

Virgil’s lips sat parted ever so slightly in shock and Patton giggled, bringing the noises of the forest rushing back, along with Roman’s shaky exhale from beside him.

The fae smiled brightly, showcasing his teeth in a brilliant and terrifying display. “That’s what I thought.”

Roman reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but Virgil brushed him off. There would be time for feelings later—hopefully. They had to concentrate on the task at hand. They couldn’t lose focus.

Once again, he opened his mouth to speak but Patton cut him off before he could.

“A year.”

The fae’s face was almost impassive as he regarded them, all of the earlier emotion hiding itself under his skin and seeping out into the air around them. Virgil couldn’t understand what the feeling was particularly, but it caused a buzz to take up residence in his chest and made him want once again for things he couldn’t have.

He furrowed his brow as he tried to make sense of what Patton had said. “What?”

“That’s what it will cost you. Your brother’s life for a year, I’d say that’s a steal.” He paused for a moment, twisting his lips as he thought. “I suppose, though, it would have to be a year from both of you to make this a fair trad-”

“I’ll take his.”

Virgil’s offer was immediate and decisive and a smile widened across Patton’s face.

“Wonderful,” he purred, tracing his tongue swiftly along his bottom lip and grinning at the way Virgil’s cheeks flushed hot.

Roman’s protests were drowned out by the fae stepping closer, crowding into his space and Virgil could only hear the sound of blood rushing in his ears and Patton’s lilting voice. “Two years with me—two years where I own you—and your brother will be saved. Do you understand what you’re agreeing to, Anxiety? Consent is important.”

His head was whirling from the close proximity, but he managed to form a coherent thought through all the haze. “You promise that I’ll come out of it safe and alive?”

“I do.” Patton’s expression was sincere, and maybe it was a mistake—maybe it was magic or maybe it was just poor judgement—but Virgil trusted him.

He took a deep, steadying breath. “Then I accept.”

And then lips were pressed to his.

It wasn’t anything that Virgil had expected it to be, and yet it was. It was sweet, cloying and hot and overwhelming, leaving him gasping for air but unable to move away—not wanting to move away. The heat felt almost possessive. It trickled across his skin like honey, slow and syrupy and coating every inch of him, inside and out.

The way Patton’s hand rested against Virgil’s face caused a warmth to flare in his chest and Virgil finally pulled back, not missing the way Patton’s lips quirked for just a moment as he did.

“I’ll give you a day to prepare,” he spoke softly, gaze not leaving Virgil’s, “Meet me here at sundown tomorrow evening.”

Virgil nodded numbly, blinked twice and then the fae was gone.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning him away from where he was gazing at the well with a blank look on his face. Maybe he was in shock, he didn’t know, but as his friend’s face came into view Virgil felt a spike of emotions shoot through him.

“Virge? What in the world have you done?” Roman’s skin was ashy, his eyes wide and desperate and Virgil was wondering now if Roman had truly expected any of this to work at all. He knew this is what they’d set out here to do, yet he seemed so regretful now.

That made one of them.

He knew in his heart he’d made the right decision; Logan was so fucking important.

Logan had the most brilliant mind of anyone Virgil had ever met, breezing his way through school and on track to graduate university early before his illness had gotten in the way. Virgil had C’s in every class and a problem with authority, getting on teacher’s bad-lists before they’d even met him.

Logan had a boyfriend and friends who loved him, constantly inviting him out to drinks and whatever performance was running at the time, even if he did often turn them down. Virgil had Roman, Logan and the drawings on his walls, and it was really kind of sad that the only friends he could claim to have were his brother and his brother’s boyfriend.

Logan had a path in life, plans for where he was going to end up once he’d finally beaten the illness that kept him bedridden—and it was always when, never if, confidence unwavering even in the face of certain doom, though certainly exaggerated for his sake. Virgil had only fear for the future—certain he was never going to make a single thing of himself, a belief cooperated by every adult who’d ever had the pleasure of meeting him.

Logan was everything Virgil wished he could be and it wasn’t fair for that to be cut short because of situations outside anyone’s control. It wasn’t fair for Virgil to lose his big brother.

So, he knew exactly what he did. It was exactly what he had come here to do.

Virgil took a breath, looking Roman in the eyes with all of the confidence he could muster up.

“All that matters. I saved my brother.”

[ao3feed-merlin]

With All Your Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32o6Gyh

by 0hHeyThereBigBadWolf

"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart." —Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Words: 3562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Gwen/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen/Merlin (Merlin), Gwen/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Group Marriage, Court Sorcerer Merlin (Merlin), Polyamory, Mild Smut, Fluff and Humor, POV Gwen (Merlin), Awesome Gwen (Merlin), Two Dumbass Sides of the Same Idiot Coin, Gwen Knows What She Wants And By God She'll Get It, Do Not Re-Post To Another Site

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32o6Gyh

[taezhu]

soccer player!yuta

yuta is a bit of a loner

AS IN he keeps himself to himself the majority of the time!

unlike Johnny, Jaehyun and Lucas who make themselves known around university he is on the quieter side

he spends the majority of his time in the library with his two close friends Taeil and Sicheng

but also sometimes with his other friends Kun and Taeyong who hang around in the university buildings

so he’s a nice guy, that’s obvious, he just doesn’t make an over the top effort to be close to everyone 

especially as the left mid of the soccer team 

if he had a personality like Johnny or his friends then he would have his own group of fangirls 

and that is his worst nightmare

so unfortunately, it’s quite hard to get a chance to talk to yuta unless you know him through class

which you don’t 

it’s quite stupid how you meet, actually

you’re both at the library cafe waiting for your food and you both ordered the same thing and when they call out the order you both go to pick it up 

and look at each other like.. oh.. hey?

yuta isn’t really in the mood to be nice since he’s just had practice, he has coursework due later that week and needs to get on with it

so he looks pissed when you explain to him that you ordered that 

and you’re pretty sure (so is he) that you were in the queue first 

you offer for him to take it and for a second yuta considers but he remembers when Taeil told him to be nicer to strangers to get his karma up

so instead he tells you to take it and gives you a smile that is quite.. suggestive 

yuta is a flirt, on the other side of the coin

he is quiet around people, since he doesn’t particularly want to initiate any conversation with anyone

but the second he is talking to someone a flip switches and suddenly he has the innate ability to talk to anyone and make a big deal out of it too

“so you can take it, if you wait for me and we can sit together to eat”

“do I look like I'm joking about it?”

you know who yuta is because he’s always on the website for the university when they win soccer games

you particularly remember him from that picture on instagram when they beat your rival university 

and you think about telling him to leave you alone 

but there is also a part of you that thinks why not

it is yuta nakamoto after all, you might find out something interesting from him 

you both sit and eat together which takes a lot longer than you anticipated for it to take

yuta is actually really interesting and knows how to tell his stories

he also asks a lot of questions, so it’s not even just one sided

you’re happy to say you enjoyed your time with him and it was possibly the best thing you did for a while

turns out he is an engineering student and that kind of makes sense as to why he looked like he was taking notes of everything you say

and... it explains later why he is so knowledgable, it’s like he remembers everything you say

since your subject studies in the same building as he does, you end up seeing him around after that more often

not that you didn’t expect to see him, you did leave with his number and you spoke regularly over text

but from previous interactions with guys at university you just never see them around after

but yuta is always walking past you and stops you to talk about how your day is going 

and occasionally when you’re both free he’ll invite you to sit with him, taeyong and kun for a while until you have your next class

though yuta prefers to keep you to himself for the majority of the time 

and that’s explained when he softly confesses you to one time at the library 

and you don’t even think you hear him right because it’s really unexpected

you’ve been used to yuta low key flirting with you the entire time that you’re sure it’s just his personality and you never actually guess he likes you

“I would really love to date you, to be honest”

“oh. have I not made that very clear this entire time”

“want me to make it clearer?”

when you ask him what he means he’ll move his chair closer to yours and turn his head to the side a little 

“if I kiss you does that make it clear?”

it does make it clearer fyi ○□○

but don’t worry, yuta makes another confession a few days later after he leaves things bit awkward

like he doesn’t really say much else. he doesn’t ask you to be his, he just kinda... acts like nothing changes

and when taeyong and taeil finds out they almost kill him because you can’t just leave it like that you dumbass!

so yuta finds you after your class and he pulls you aside and tells you that he’s sorry for not finishing before hand

and tells you that he actually has some feelings for you and then corrects himself to say a lot of feelings for you

that is how you start dating 

and he doesn’t change too much when he becomes your boyfriend 

he is still flirts like crazy and anyone who didn’t know you were together would think he was some guy hitting on you

actually, one of his team mates say that to him one time when he sees you walking past the football field and starts shouting something to you

you’re pretty sure he was shouting out dokidoki or something like that which is stupid but he made a thing of saying it whenever he was around you 

“because my heart beats so fast whenever I'm around you, do you know why?”

he says that mostly to annoy you in public

like when he’s walking you to classes because he has one an hour later in the same building 

and in the middle of the hallway he’ll stop and kiss you

“it’s because I love you, idiot”

other than that, he doesn’t make the biggest deal of you dating

sure, you’ll be on his instagram a lot. you take pictures together and he’ll put a pretty generic caption

and he’ll get some comments from his friends back in Japan asking him who you are

which he ignores quite easily because apparently he knows they’ll start messaging you and he doesn’t want that

don’t take it as yuta doesn’t care that you’re dating him, he’s just not overly projective of having a significant other

he sees how jaehyun runs over to his girlfriend before practices and he hates how cutesy they are

so instead he decides to keep in on the down-low and make sure you feel valued in the relationship

he does a lot of small stuff, like buying you lunch and getting you hot water whenever you feel sick

speaking of, whenever you are sick he goes into full on mom-mode and will have you live in his bed for a few days as he gives you everything you need

you’d think his bedroom wasn’t the best place to be since It was a germ breeding ground but yuta is cleaner than anyone you know

but yuta also makes you dinner on different days whenever you’re at his and puts his soul into it

in a nut shell, yuta really would do anything for you

you’re pretty sure he was looking into your diary to see what work you had due that week 

and that he started doing some research for it when he was free to help you out

it’s not what you imagined a relationship with him to be like since he appeared to be so cold

the only soccer game he does encourage you to go to is the cup final where he knows that it’s going to be hard 

“I didn’t want you to come to the other games because it’s cold and I didn’t want you to stand there in that weather”

“this game is inside and you know I need you there because if you’re there then I'll show off and we’ll do well”

it’s as though yuta forgot all the games you did come to against his wishes..

but as expected his team win it, mostly because of the great teamwork between yuta and jaehyun

and you go out with yuta and the whole of his team to celebrate which is cool, since you’ve never really spoken to any of them before

taeil tells you one time when you’re waiting for yuta to find the book he was looking for that you’re changing him for the better

not that he wasn’t great before, but yuta is just happier 

he doesn’t complain all the time and spend his nights looking up random topics to learn for whenever he needed them

he spends his time being social and taeil likes it a lot!

so really, you’re both perfect for each other in the end

and no matter what happens, yuta will be on your side

so make sure the relationship lasts ~ (°◡°♡).:｡

[fandom-rants]

Fandom’s Favorite Fallacies

Fandom loves to use shitty arguments to make its opinions ‘right.’ Allow me to arm the victims of their bullshit with the twin weapons of knowledge and defense. Knowing these arguments are shit, and have been recognized in debate and logic circles as shit, may help you all hold your heads high when the next purist stan comes storming in looking to silence you.

Fallacy #1: Judgmental Language (An Appeal to Emotion Fallacy, which is a Type of Ad Hominem Fallacy)

This one’s the most popular attack when it comes to the subject. Acting as if the things they dislike are contemptible is a quick way to get idiots who read others’ feed without critically thinking on their own to mindlessly agree, simply because the person made the thing they don’t like seem really bad. It is often inaccurate and, as it’s a type of red herring, usually has little to nothing to do with any original point, save to make the subject seem so awful it doesn’t deserve any real discussion at all.

Examples: 1) “Kingdom Hearts’ Terra is an idiot. Because he trusted people too easily, he ended up causing countless problems.” 2) “The Sokovia Accords are written by people who are just out for power and control.” 3) Tony Stark’s war profiteering was what caused him trouble in the films.”

Fallacy #2: Poisoning the Well (An Ad Hominem Fallacy)

This one’s the most popular attack when it comes to speaking of the opponent. Acting as if their opponent is reprehensible is a great way to malign opponents into silence and a phenomenal way to get idiots who don’t think to also attack someone, as well, and repeat the insults as if they are factual.

Examples: 1) “You don’t like this female character because you’re a misogynist!” 2) “Putting those two characters together is supporting pedophilia!” 3) If you put two white characters together when you could ship them with a black character, you’re racist.”

Fallacy #3: Abusive Fallacy (A Red Herring Fallacy)

This one’s the other side of the same coin to #2. Instead of insulting anyone who might stand against them or make a certain argument, they deliberately verbally attack someone who says what they don’t like. This one is not only a good way to just bully someone into submission; it also allows others to do the same.

Examples: 1) “Fuck you, you misogynistic asshole.” 2) “You like that ship? You’re a pervert. Pedophile.” 3) Of course someone like you likes Tony Stark. You’re an idiot with a giant ego, so of course you like a character just like you.”

Fallacy #4: Argumentum Ad Populum, or The Bandwagon Fallacy (A Red Herring Fallacy)

They’re right because a large number of people agree that they’re right. This one is usually used to try to bring in others who agree with them in order to ‘prove their point.’

Examples: 1) Lots of people love Steve Rogers, so your hate is just bullshit. 2) Terraqua is so beloved by fandom it’s pretty much canon. 3) Nobody cares if you don’t like Wanda Maximoff. She’s super popular.

Fallacy #5: Argumentum Ad Verecundiam, or Appeal To Authority (A Red Herring Fallacy)

Someone in some position of power said it, so it must be so. This one’s usually used with the whole ‘Author Is God’ shit. So if a producer or writer or actor says it, it is absolutely true and must never be questioned. Another way to try to silence an opponent by acting as if they can’t know as much as the person whose arguments they’ve decided they like.

Examples: 1) Jensen Ackles hates Destiel, so it’s never been a thing in the show, not even so much as hinted at. Get over it. 2) There was an interview in which Nomura said Terra is around twenty, so he is. Period. Yeah, Nomura also said he never considered it before, but he answered the question, so that’s how old he is. 3) The producer said Tony Stark was trying to kill Bucky, so he really was. It doesn’t matter what the movie shows or what capabilities other movies have shown Tony to have. The producer confirmed it.

Fallacy #5: Argumentum Ergo Decedo, or Traitorous Critic Fallacy (An Ad Hominem Fallacy)

You aren’t a part of the ‘group,’ so your opinion is not only wrong, but unwanted. Get thyself elsewhere; your statements matter not one whit. A great way to just shoo an opponent away and act as if they have nothing of worth to add to the discussion.

Examples: 1) You don’t like Steve, so of course you dislike Stucky. This post isn’t about you. 2) You don’t even like Dalish elves, so don’t bother talking about their vallaslin. 3) If you don’t like our meta, then just leave.

Fallacy #6: Tone Policing (A Red Herring Fallacy)

You’re being rude, and your tone is argumentative, so no one’s going to listen to what you say. Also, you’re wrong. A wonderful way to shift the entire argument into a discussion on how you should talk. It also tries to shame the other person, so even when they change their tone, they’re still talked down to. Oh, and the arguments they made? They have to start all over, because the other person wasn’t willing to actually read their argument because of the ‘rude tone.’ Literally just a way to avoid answering their opponents arguments or rebuttals.

Examples: 1) I’m not going to listen to anything said with that kind of language. 2) Maybe people would be willing to hear you out if you didn’t sound so aggressive. 3) Change your tone and then we’ll talk.

And Finally, Fallacy #7: Argumentum Ad Nauseum, or Proof By Assertion (An Informal Fallacy)

They keep repeating their shitty argument until people get tired of refuting it. The ensuing lack of opponents leads them to say that, since no one else is bothering to try to argue anymore, they are right.

Examples: 1) Tony Stark is a warmonger. 2) Kingdom Hearts’ Terra made a mess that Aqua had to clean up. 3) Kudos is thanks enough for writing that fanfiction.

Now obviously, these are not the only fallacies used by popular fandom. But these are the ones employed the most often, from what I’ve seen. To those who get attacked with these sorts of arguments, please recognize them for what they are: proof of the person’s idiocy. The people who use these arguments to try to silence or attack others are complete dumbasses. Their opinions are popular because idiots flock together. That’s it. They aren’t right. They aren’t accurate. And using these rebuttals proves they don’t have a leg to stand on.

Ad hominem arguments have long been considered evidence that the opponent has no way to counter your position. It’s the equivalent of handing the victory over to you. The instant your opponent has to insult you in some way, they have run out of arguments. They have been defeated and merely wish to curse you out in their impotence.

You’ve won. So fuck them.

[tenacityreturns]

I said I love you... and make it.... aokaga.... blease.....

send me prompts for me to make it aokaga // @tinydemondragon

Dinner. Kagami’s place. His design entirely. Aomine had agreed to play a one-on-one during the day, and been bribed with teriyaki burgers to come back home with him. A favourite of his. The fridge was also stocked with a decent supply of banana milk. Another favourite. Kagami was trying his best to make it easier to tempt him round, to make it harder for Aomine to kick up a fuss for the sake of it. One mention of a favourite food and the idiot would claim that that was the only reason he wanted to go over.

And it wasn’t like Aomine didn’t enjoy himself around Kagami. They were kind of going out. As frustrating as it was, they didn’t have a label for themselves yet. Even though they’d both confessed to having feelings for each other for absolutely ages. Since the beginning. (Hadn’t that made Kagami’s head explode when Aomine admitted it!) Besides, he always referred to Aomine as his boyfriend in his head, and got sad at the thought that it might not be returned the same. Talking about boobs (including Kagami’s) was banned. They weren’t seeing anyone else. They were exclusive. They even made out sometimes, when the mood was right. So they were boyfriends, but a recently discovered block between them made saying it difficult.

Aomine often freaked out about relationship things. As soon as words were involved, it was as if Aomine realised they weren’t just messing around, and backed off again. It was annoying because all signs pointed to Aomine feeling just as strongly as he did, but it also hurt. Kagami had chalked it up to him not being comfortable with the idea of going out with another man, but when that thought had slipped out during a half-hearted argument, Aomine swiftly negated it. Then he’d gone on to list all the male celebrities he had crushes on, which was exactly not what Kagami had wanted to hear!

When it became obvious that Aomine wasn’t big on speaking his mind, Kagami started paying more attention to the little truths peppered into everyday conversations. The image of an egotistical, narcissistic, bastard of a guy quickly dissolved. There were some confidence issues underneath the surface – unrelated to basketball, therefore never noticed before. A sense of not feeling worthy of love. Along with isolation tactics that Kagami was well used to using himself. They really were two sides of the same coin. So he decided to make it as obvious as he could without pushing it that he really, really, really liked Aomine for all of his good and bad qualities. Even when Aomine would go quiet for days at a time then turn up out of the blue looking miserable, and refuse to explain what was up. Even then. 

Aomine soaked it all up, but rarely responded in kind. Kagami trusted his instincts that the affection was mutual, but that was all he could go on. Instincts. The softness to his lips when they kissed, then the hunger for more. How Aomine would curl into Kagami whenever he slept over. Always going to his games. The rare, casual compliments. Wearing his clothes. But he just needed something sturdy and undeniable to settle his own demons. Something really, really obvious.

Dinner. Kagami’s place. His design entirely. Aomine loved making Kagami ask for him to come over, even when that was all he wanted to do. He loved winding him up. Pushing him to do nice things for him. That was bad, wasn’t it? That made Aomine a bad boyfriend, right? This was why he had reservations about it all. He liked thinking of Kagami as his boyfriend (holy fuck, what the hell? how’d he get so lucky????), but there was always a sense of imbalance. They were perfectly matched in skillset and personality– at least, Aomine thought so – but he was so high maintenance. The calls unanswered, the texts sent late at night, the disappearing tricks. Kagami didn’t deserve that.

Aomine wasn’t a fun person to date. Momoi would often say when she’d run out of patience that she couldn’t imagine how Kagami of all people puts up with him so well. (She knew, but she was the only one. He couldn’t just NOT tell someone that Kagami Taiga had said he liked him back! Also, Momoi knew everything.) That hurt. She and Aomine were so close that they couldn’t stay mad at each other, but Kagami wasn’t there yet. Aomine was worried he’d do or say something so dumb that Kagami would give up and leave. So he held back a little. Only with the romantic shit, just in case today was the day that Kagami decided they weren’t going to work. The less Aomine showed, the less he felt, right? WRONG. Very wrong, but at least it wouldn’t be as embarrassing when Kagami cut him off. It wouldn’t be like his heart had broken, or anything… 

So he tried to keep it casual. Aomine didn’t kiss Kagami in the kitchen earlier, even though he’d wanted to. The apron had looked so fucking cute, and Kagami had mentioned off-handedly that he’d gone to an inconvenience to get everything needed for the food that night.

He didn’t kiss him when Kagami sat the plates down, and he was in reach. Body radiating homely warmth, scarlet eyes flickering between Aomine’s blues and then smiling. This not kiss had taken great, great strength. But the last almost rendered him too speechless to respond to. Aomine didn’t kiss his kind, quietly doting boyfriend when they’d been eating for a while, and in an attempt to pry Aomine’s thoughts on dinner, the redhead said that his opinion mattered most.

The idiot was talking about what he thought of the burgers, but it still sent a ball of lightning down Aomine’s throat and surging around his ribcage. It meant more than Kagami had intended. They weren’t words he’d heard a lot, and never outside of basketball. Of course he knew what the fuck he was talking about in bball, but no one seemed to care beyond that. Aomine loved giving off the impression that he didn’t give a fuck what people thought, but it got to him sometimes. And, conversely, the super casually delivered your opinion matters most phrase that Kagami had dropped was a lot like a little spark in a dark room.

“I love you,” the ball of lightning said, making dark cheeks heat in the shock of it. Aomine’s stomach dropped. Had he really just said that? Well, that wasn’t very fucking chill of him. Oh god, and Kagami heard it. Aomine could only stare and analyse: frozen in place. Red eyes snapped up. His expression changed to proud success, and he pointed his fork at Aomine in gesture. The wrong reaction, somehow.

“So you’re FINALLY admitting to it!” Kagami grinned. Aomine started to frown (what kind of asshole response was this?). “You do like my food!”

“Huh?” This was taking a while to process. 

“You said you loved my food?”

Cogs turned. Kagami was… a fucking idiot. He’d really misheard that badly? Despite this realisation, fondness overwhelmed him. Imagine how frustrating this moment would have been if Aomine had meant to say it! Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad that Kagami should know exactly how he felt. Convinced that they’d been brought together by fate, Aomine had accepted long before they got together that this didn’t feel like a crush. Maybe he should just take the leap and say it aloud.

“Taiga,” he couldn’t help the laugh escaping his lips. “You really are a dumbass.”

“Oi—-”

“I said I love you, and you start talking about burgers?”

“You—-?” it was like a record scratching to a halt. Eyes widened, the corners of his mouth pulled down, he sat back in his seat. Dropped his fork. Oh no.

Aomine bit his lip to prevent himself from backtracking. Maybe it was too much? He shouldn’t have let himself get so carried away in the moment! But on the next inhale, Kagami broke into a massive smile. It put the sun to shame. It sent that same electricity shooting straight for Aomine’s heart. 

“Really?”

This… fucking dumbass. “Yeah.”

Kagami pushed himself away from the table and it almost looked like he’d just leave. Maybe that was just what Aomine had been expecting, despite the mega-watt smile. But he circled round to give the seated teenager a huge bear-hug from behind. 

“Okay,” was all he said. Pretty pathetic verbal response, but he couldn’t complain. Muscular arms wrapped firmly around Aomine’s shoulders, which would have been bad enough had he not started laying little kisses into the side of his head! Kagami Taiga, you will be the death of him.

“Alright, alright,” Aomine was smiling too, he couldn’t help it, even if he did sound gruff. This wasn’t an alright, alright, cut it out, though. His hand raised to run through scruffy red hair.

“I love you too,” Kagami mumbled with lips otherwise preoccupied with kisses. “I thought maybe you didn’t for a while back there, though.”

Ah, hearing it back. He could see why Kagami had to be on his feet for this, it was just too big to stay seated! And the guilt gnawing into him in this one-sided position particularly made the decision to move for him. Aomine broke free of the hug so that he could stand to face, immediately snaking his arms into Kagami’s unzipped hoodie in his own hug. It was returned, but of course it was. He should have known it would be.

“Daiki?”

He reluctantly left the crook of Kagami’s neck, loosening his grip just enough that they could see each other’s faces. As always from this distance (since the beginning), Aomine’s eyes lingered most on Kagami’s lips.

“You know I think you’re kind of amazing, right?”

He couldn’t be more in love than right in this moment. It showed in his eyes, it showed in his arms tightening once again around his boyfriend’s waist. They couldn’t be close enough.

“Ah, you’re so annoying, saying that kinda thing without hesitation like that.” Aomine smirked. “I’m not the type of boyfriend to just throw this stuff around.”

“Shut up, idiot,” thankfully, Kagami didn’t focus on the statement. He raised his right hand to steady Aomine’s jaw and leaned in for a kiss. Maybe smiling a little too much, Aomine met him halfway. 

For a kiss like that, maybe he’d say I love you more often.