#u just look like an idiot with no critical thinking skills

[bitchthefuck1]

Hate when people are like "you can keep your cookie-cutter love stories, I like toxic, dark relationships in media because that's way more interesting," and then everything they say or write about the toxic, dark relationship they love is just. forcing it into true love marriage and babies.

If you love toxic relationships so much, why are you trying so hard to convince everyone that this is healthy, actually, just let them cannibalize each other like God intended.

[lazystar]

The one where SKZ has an “Intervention” for Two Idiots in Love

Breakdowns Part 2B

||Bang Chan x Reader||

Summary: The one where the kids play relationship counselors and … let’s just say they shouldn’t quit their day jobs in this AU.

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A/N: Hello everyone I am so glad you seemed to like part 1! Tumblr operates on a system of reblogs so if you like my writing please consider reblogging my work! Or if you would like to comment instead that would mean the world to me.

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CW: Went more of the comedy route because I cried a lot the day I wrote the draft of this. Reader is the dumb one here. All of SKZ are himbos here, Hyunjin comedian era, Jisung dad friend era. Felix in his water sign era fr here, yes I know he’s a virgo anyways -.-, we stan the kids being our comedic relief for our two bumbling idiots in love. Hyunjin fr acts like such a pisces here and we stan!

WC: ~2K

Written on my phone on my docs bc my laptop is barely functioning rn. so sorry for any errors !! If u like it consider reblogging or commenting your highlights!

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~ At Jisung’s Apartment after the phone call~

Jisung felt like a sad circus ringleader as his older friend sat on his floor sniffling and clutching at the stuffed wolf his younger twin left behind. It hurt him to see two of his favorite people in the world both struggling to cope with their emotions and knowing he was wholly unqualified to help them. He wasn’t a psychology major he studied music production what the hell did he know about feelings or healthy coping skills? Looking over as Chan begins to lament about losing the love of his life again and how the stuffed wolf doesn’t smell like your perfume anymore.



“Hey Hyung? Have you reached out to the others for advice? Felix and Hyunjin are pretty smart with communication. I wouldn’t say to call the whole groupchat for advice because well…” and before his thought could even be finished Minho, Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin aka literally every other friend except the two he suggested suddenly piled into the living room, Minho jingling Jisung’s spare key with a look that could only be described as “I’m here to cause problems not solve them”, meanwhile the Three Musketeers were split either helping in the task of carrying a giant white board or carrying armloads of snacks.

Jisung let out an exasperated sigh, pinching between his eyes then rubbing circles on his temples for some sort of relief. “YOU END UP ON MY DOORSTEP FOR HELP AND CALL THESE FOOLS IN FOR HELP?! And to think I took you in after playing referee between you and Y/N, all I ask is you LISTEN TO ME. What am I, some kind of joke Christopher Bang?” Jisung went from concerned best friend to exasperated mother realizing his beloved best friend had no critical thinking when it comes to choosing friends with good advice.



“ Ji I tried to ask them first but Felix and Hyunjin told me they’re with her trying to help her…” The sniveling male replied meekly, feeling like a child who had been placed in time out. Which to be completely honest, he was, even though he was the oldest among his friends.



“FOOLS? THIS IS HOW YOU ADDRESS YOUR FRIENDS COMING IN TO CURE CHAN’S ILLNESS CALLED ‘RUINING HIS LOVE LIFEITIS’?” Minho squawked in clear offense, Changbin and Jeongin both clutched their metaphorical pearls and gave their best looks of offense toward Jisung.

Meanwhile Jisung just ignored them, not even the least bit shocked at their flair for the dramatics. He just shook his head and walked to the white board which was standing tall right in the center of the living room. He took a deep breath and was clearly summoning all of his seriousness, taking on the persona of a professor or CEO.

“Now let’s get down to business. No Changbin, don’t start singing. ANYWAYS! Since she’s my sister I’ll lead the first and hopefully only ‘Saving Chan’s Ass’ meeting. Now to the idiot in question and the reason we are all here—Chan you have a lot of work to do considering she’s in her head just as much as you are and will need some convincing to work this out. You two are a match made in overthinking hell. MOVING ON STEP ONE TO WINNING HER HEART OVER…” Smacking the capped end of the marker to the board to get the group’s attention Jisung began what was to be the most chaotic meeting in existence.



~ At Y/N’s apartment at about the time of the convergence of chaos is occurring~



“Okay so operation save Y/N from homelessness and bitchlessness.” Hyunjin begins holding up a white board marker and gesturing to a white board propped up in the living room. You were wrapped up in Felix’s hug and trying to get your sniffles under control. You had been crying for hours, as you thought over everything that may have to change if you had truly messed things up for good between herself and Chan. After he’d left you realized all of the moments she’d felt those tell tale butterflies in your stomach around him, gotten jealous over his admirers, and all of the moments you had realized you in fact liked him… not hated him.



“He’s not a bitch he’s just kinda dumb don’t call him a bitch.” You rumbled and the freckled young man holding you in one of his classic snuggle hugs could only laugh. Hyunjin sighed exasperatedly and crossed off bitchlessness and wrote himbolessness, grumbling about how Chan in this scenario was indeed a bitch.

Once the dramatic title of the board was changed the three of you laughed as you nodded at the change letting out watery giggles. “Okay so step one should be what, apologizing?” You ask, unsure of where to even begin. Hyunjin shrieked and began to explain how you never apologize to a man but rather make him realize he should have worshiped the very ground you walk on. You somehow managed to tune him out briefly only wanting advice not a 101 on how to somehow turn a radio DJ into a sugar daddy.



Felix gently adjusted your seating arrangement so he could go and steal the market from Hyunjin. “Jinnie please go sit down and let’s actually try to do something about this mess. I hate seeing our friends upset!” He pouted at the taller male. Hyunjin reluctantly sat down and laid his head on your lap and let you play with his hair while he and Felix brainstormed and bickered over solutions.



~let’s now check in back at Jisung’s~



The meeting at Jisung’s apartment was not faring much better as the six men all bickered over the right ways to woo women, how to win their hearts. Apparently Jeongin’s idea of serenading you with a boombox was impractical as life was not a 90’s movie according to Changbin. However, Changbin’s idea of flexing and wooing you with muscles wouldn’t work either according to the entire group. Idea after idea was struck down like bowling pins. Impractical suggestions just bounced around the circle like a pinball in an arcade and it was giving Chan no hope for a good ending to this cacophony of drama he had somehow created.



After a few hours Chan decided he had been through enough shouting and bickering for one day. Tuning out his beloved friends, who at this point began to sound like they were going to bicker for the sake of it, he began to look at his phone. He scanned his screen and noted that the time now was nearly 7pm meaning it had been about 8 hours since the two of you had last spoken, and the only thing he wanted to have seen was a message from you.



But glowing from his lock screen was

nothing, it had been hours since the fight between you two, and his friends’ questionable advice session felt oddly longer than the silence that was happening between you two. Hours of separation and his heart sank and he quadruple checked but it was true not one notification from Y/Nnie❣️ came up when he would illuminate his lock screen. Not a single message reading something like “Come back, I’m ready to talk about this”, nor an “I’m sorry, why don’t we talk in person? ”, not even a “Hey asshole come to the apartment ”. Not a single letter, syllable, or even emoji to communicate how you felt.



He was readying himself to tell his friends his feelings, ready to bare every single emotion to the five other boys and say that this meeting of the minds meant fuck all, and to declare that this whole thing was a pointless effort. Chan was silent and stewing almost about to boil over. The others too distracted by being right in a situation they all grew very emotionally invested in.



Chan’s brooding caused his inner thoughts to swallow him whole before he could even comprehend speaking, instead his thoughts did the talking to him; they told him the same things he had been repeatedly saying to himself all day. He knew better, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, he shouldn’t have thought of you, his roommate, his best friend’s sister, in that way. He should have known better than to fall for his best friend’s sister. He knew better to play his games with your mind, he can’t try to act like he knew he wasn’t upsetting you but he would have rather kept his heart guarded. He only had himself to blame is that damning voice in his head sneered, pouring salt into his wounds.



He was genuinely starting to draft an email to the housing office to move out in his head, the thought of facing you right now genuinely sounded like torture. He couldn’t imagine the eggshells he would have to walk on to feel some semblance of peace.



But then a musical glimmer of hope came in the form of your ringtone blasting from his phone.

“Chan. Please tell me your ringtone isn’t Feel Special by Twice.” Seungmin’s judgemental tone of voice and somehow audible eye roll cut Chan’s happy thoughts that his prayers were answered off.

“It’s Y/N’s ringtone dude, she stole my phone one day and set her tone to that. She kept on saying I should have an iconic song to recognize an icon was calling me. Cute huh?” Chan chuckled, all too happy to be remembering the moment well.

“WELL ROMEO, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GET YOUR EMPTY HEAD OUT OF FUCKING LALA LAND AND ANSWER THE PHONE!!” Jisung’s shout broke Chan out of his memories and the elder answered the phone.



“Y/N?! I-is that you listen.”

“Sorry mate, listen it’s Felix. Y/N uh, she um… shit how do I say this? Y/N… She ran out of the apartment, she was crying talking about how she was not going to make things right with you. How she was so mean about everything, she was in such a negative headspace it was scary. To make things worse she left her phone behind so we can’t get her location to make sure she’s safe. Hyunjin’s here panicking. I’m panicking. You have to find her dude, I don’t know all the details but you both clearly have a lot to work out. I would get going it’s going to be dark soon.”

“Fucking hell oh my God okay, how long ago did she leave?”

“Maybe 10 minutes ago? We tried going after her but lost her in the park by yours. She is probably still there and terrified, we both know she hates being out alone when it hits sundown.”



Chan bolted up from his seat and threw on his shoes with lightning speed. Not even listening to the others’ questions of what he was doing or where he was going. The park you were probably in was a good 15 minutes on foot away fro Jisung’s apartment and the playground with in the park was covered up by foliage and low hanging branches making it a very private area. It was closer to your apartment and another 10 minutes within the park to locate.



He raced to you like a mad man, knowing your cry spot from times you had walked out before upset due to school stress. The two of you had shared locations just in case anything had gone awry before, at Jisung’s overprotective behest.



After almost 15 minutes of racing on foot rain pelted Chan’s face as the clouds began to pour like they heavens chose to cry alongside him. Another 15 or so minutes later he found himself crouching next to you at the swing set of the playground near your shared home. He was shaking, cold and scared of what could have happened if Felix hadn’t called him. Upon seeing your frame shake with your own cries and your attempt to curl in on yourself as you saw him, Chan wept a little harder just from seeing you in this emotional pain.



All he could do was pull you into his arms as he knelt on the ground. His face found its solace in the crux of your neck and yours did the same. “Oh my God Y/N you’re okay, I was so worried when Felix called me.” He trembled as he gripped your now very soaked hoodie tighter. You nodded into his embrace and clenched your fists into his damp shirt and just shook. Neither of you before this day would have imagined you’d be crying over the other and holding onto each other for dear life, almost as if the second you let go the other would disappear into the cold stormy air.

“I’m okay Channie, I’m not hurt.” You whispered into his neck and just gripped him tighter. You two stayed like that as the sobs subsided into crocodile tears. You both looked at one another for a moment steadying yourselves for the make or break moment that may change everything for the better or worse.



“I’m sorry” simultaneously left both of your lips, both of you thinking you owed the other an apology. A laughter soaked with tears left both of your lips, you went to apologize again when he cut you off.

“Baby look at me, you have nothing to be sorry for, I was a dick when I was hiding how I felt. You were nothing but kind, how could I not fall for that. You are so fucking wonderful. An angel, and if you are willing, I would like nothing more than to call you my angel.” His voice was powerful yet soft. You could barely meet his gaze and couldn’t bring yourself to speak, you didn’t trust your voice not your own facial expressions. So like a deer in headlights you froze again, not believing that he still wanted you. “I should have waited to say that I’m so dumb. I’m sorry you’re still upset with me I—mmph” You tugged him by the collar to your lips and cut his ramble off with a hard kiss. He was the one frozen now, not believing that the girl of his dreams was kissing him. He pinched himself to see if it was real, and indeed it was. You pulled away and saw him fully embody the shocked face emoji, blush and all.



“You’re not a dick just kind of a dumbass, you know that right?” You giggled out as you watched the cogs and gears in his head move to process what had just happened. Once it set in that you had kissed him, he rapidly and dopily nodded to affirm your statement and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss again. This one was powerful, filled with the unspoken apologies you both had, the unspoken love you both had realized you felt for one another, the yearning he felt, the desire you held for him. The emotions melding through the movement of your lips and wandering hands. He moved to cup your face and your nails gripped his shirt as you both moved your heads to deepen the kiss. Just as Chan went to lick at the dean of your lips for silent permission to escalate the kiss, loud and obnoxious wolf whistles come out from the bushes. The sounds cut your reunion far too short for your liking and you can tell Chan feels the same way.



The two of you sheepishly looked over to the source of the sound to find the culprits and see your friends’ various reactions to you two. There poorly hidden by some bushes were Felix and Hyunjin holding one another weeping exaggeratedly, Jisung gagging along with Mino complete with heaving over to fake wretch, and lastly Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin all clapping like proud parents. You hid your face in Chan’s shirt at the realization your make out session had an audience, he couldn’t help but laugh and pull you closer not wanting to let you go.



“Okay love birds we get it you idiots realize you love one another but this is a family location, I can’t believe I’m telling my sister this but GET A ROOM” Jisung’s shout rang out across the grass. All nine of you share a laugh and you meekly smile up at Chan, before a devious smirk graces your face.



“Well lucky for you brother we already have an apartment, so we can go get several rooms!” Chan couldn’t even laugh; he just sputtered at your boldness, panic already seeping into his pores. Jisung looked about ready to kill you both as Chan scoops you into his arms, places you over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to run to your shared apartment. You were laughing, kicking, and shrieking as Jisung just stood there glaring and pouting in your direction. Rather than informing Chan that your brother was in fact not trailing after you both ready to commit a crime, you just accepted your fate of being carried like a kidnapped princess.

“Nevermind on calling you angel, you are a little demon.” He panted out whilst still running like he was in an Olympic race.

“Stop complaining, keep running! Also, you love it so hush.” You giggle playfully smacking his behind that was just in smackable distance from your face.

“First of all paws off the merchandise. Second of all You’re damn right I love it, my little demon.” He returns the favor placing a hand on your butt giving it a playful squeeze. You yelp and continue to laugh obnoxiously. He finally sets you down and kisses you as you reach the entrance to your apartment building. All was right in the world, you both found your pieces of joy in the midst of a breakdown. Like the Japanese art of kintsugi you had taken something broken and had turned it into something beautiful.

•End Scene for Giggles•

Meanwhile back at the rain soaked playground the seven meddling males stood in a circle nodding and smiling with satisfaction at the fact their friends succeeded in getting together. Minho sympathetically clapped Jisung on the shoulder as he stood there in shock over the events of the day, more specifically at your brazen response to his teasing. His baby sister (he was merely ten minutes older than you but he would forever rub that fact in your face) was all grown up, and that was something he was not prepared for at all.

Gathering his voice and his wits he looked around the circle, “From now on let’s not interfere in relationships for our friend group? I don’t think I can be scarred again watching another confession make out session combo.” The others agreed, all except for Hyunjin and Felix. They both were somehow still hugging and sobbing violently, like they had seen Bambi’s mom die or something similar rather than a moment of love. Or this may have been their reaction to seeing love find a way in the end? Who knows other than their odd telepathy.

“It was like a drama Ji! You can't shame my adoration for true love. Look at the material we had here; falling rain, a confession, a heartfelt moment, a kiss made for a romance story! A KISS IN THE RAIN HELLO! All of the parts to a romantic moment fit for the movies. It was- it was just. IT WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFULLLLL!” Hyunjin looked up and exclaimed whilst Felix nodded and glared at Jisung with a protective expression as terrifying as a baby chicken. He continued patting his friend’s back and comforting him.

“It’s okay Hyunjin one day we’ll have our own romance movie moments and they’ll be even better than Chan and Y/N’s.” Felix said with a comforting rub to the taller male's back. He lightly sniffled at the thought and then began to blubber with more tears and muffled cries.

“What now Felix?” Jeongin, the youngest of the group asked as he glanced over at the freckle-faced boy with a look of concern.

“I’ll answer for him with his typical quote whenever he makes us watch a romance related movie ‘I just really love love you guys!’” Seungmin interjected whilst Felix nodded and the group gathered into a large hug. Laughter settled over the group as the rain ceased.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.

[multiplefandomsblog]

“Offer”

request; Can I get an imagine with Kokichi with an artist S/O who wants to paint him but he keeps flustering them with suggestions of a nude painting of him?

warnings; kind of suggestive, mention of nudity, cussing, mutual pining i think, i made it kinda crack fic, reader has an ultimate talent(artist), not edited too well, ended it weird like always, kissing, lowkey making out tho- 

note; wow i wrote way too much- but hey, i still hope you enjoy this!

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You walked around the school, looking for Kokichi to ask him to be your model.

Although you have sketched Kokichi several times before, you felt you needed to ask him face-to-face so he could just stay still in his goddamn chair instead of changing positions every 5 seconds and ruining your half-done sketch. And so, you went off to go find the boy, finding it surprisingly hard to catch him. 

“There you are! I was looking for you-” You puffed out a sigh of relief, clutching your art supplies close to you as you saw your purple-haired classmate. Not a second after he caught sight of your figure jogging towards him, he had started taunting you. 

“Oooooh, hey S/o, you seem mighty happy to see me, hm? I wonder why that is…” He took a funny-looking step towards you, voice laced with an interrogating tone.

He had that strange smirk on his face, and not the one you liked. N-not that you liked his smile! In consequence of staring at him and sketching him constantly without his knowledge—or so you thought—, you have become almost a master of reading his mood and expressions. 

“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I just wanted to ask you if I could paint you.” For a small moment you swore you could see his expression twist into one of shock, before quickly melting back into his shit-eating grin. “Well of course you would! I’m the ultimate supreme leader, after all.” He acted as if he wasn’t just gob-smacked a second ago.

You beamed up at him, you had been in a small art block for a while and the moment you saw Kokichi, you knew he would be the cure to it. And so, you were ecstatic when he said what he said, “So you’ll do it?” You jumped a little too high, and spoke a little too eagerly.

“Mhm! —but with a catch, of course.” Your face dropped, you should’ve known the little fucker would try and get something out of you. “Nishishi!”

Unsure if you even wanted to know, you asked carefully, “W-what’s the catch..?” Your voice laced with caution, brain suddenly being reminded of all the pranks and blackmail he had fucked everyone else over with in the past. Knowing him, it could vary from, ‘Eat a bug.’ to, ‘Survive a knife game against me!’ 

But what he said was definitely worse than the former, and the latter. 

“You have to paint me fully-nude.”

… It was suddenly very quiet, the echo of his insane remark, bouncing off the walls. The silence mostly coming from your side—then again, what did you expect? Painting Kokichi would mean the end of your art block and a painting of Kokichi, like, c’mon, but painting Kokichi nude would mean- Well, you weren’t sure what it meant; hence, the silence.

Impatient and somewhat annoyed by the silence, he poked at your shoulder, “So? Are you gonna paint me naked or not?” You stared at your shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with the boy you were now thinking of... naked. 

“... C-can’t I just paint you normally?” He pouted, a comedically high whine erupting from his throat as he replied, “But that’s no fuuuuuun!” 

“Don’t you want to see your ultimate supreme leader, whipping out his wang?-” You shoved his face away from your warm one, “Y… I mean n-no, no!” Your tone weak before getting loud and defensive as you caught yourself before all hell broke loose. 

You felt your stomach drop as you thought about the possibility of Kokichi knowing you wanted to see him, and I quote, ‘Whipping out his wang’, Kokichi would never let that one go. 

“Aw man, well I guess you don’t wanna paint me theeeen.” He slowly stepped away, a pout on his face as his back faced towards you. He hummed circus music as he teetered on his feet, balancing on one foot at once as he ‘walked’ away from you agonizingly slow, obviously waiting for you to tell him to come back. 

“Koki-” In a flash, Kokichi had been by your side, dragging your hand to god knows where. “You have me convinced! I’ll let you paint me because I’m suuuuuch a nice guy. Nishishi!” Although you should’ve asked where the both of you were going, you felt knowing the catch was more important, “B-but what’s the catch?” 

Kokichi kept at his speedy pace, yet he answered with a voice that still had so much energy in it, “Aww, I’m hurt you think there’s a catch, do you not trust me that much?”

Silence.

“Meanie... but yeah, you were right to suspect me. The catch is.... “ He drum-rolled on your palm, “You just have to kiss me for payment!” He slowed down a bit to send a cheeky smile your way. You almost tripped on your feet as you heard him, “What!? Bu-” 

Kokichi quickly interrupted you, “Uh-uh, don’t try to pretend you don’t wanna. I know you have nooooo problem kissing those little sketches of me when you think no one is looking~” His voice quieted down sinisterly as he spoke, the evil smile spreading across his face once more. Although he had been wearing an extremely thick mask of a smile to hide his true feelings, anyone would’ve noticed that small blush on his upper right cheek. Anyone.

“You saw that?” Kokichi cackled at your agitated and flustered face, “Nishishi! Don’t worry, I’m the only one that knows. After all, no one finds you interesting enough to actually notice that.” You furrowed your brow at the subtle hint he had given you, “But you did-” 

Kokichi put on a teasing smile this time, “That was a lie! I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, I just assumed you have and so you helped me confirm it! Nice job on fucking yourself over, S/o! Nishishi~!” You rolled your eyes, you liked this guy?

Well anyways, it didn’t seem to matter whether you questioned your feelings for the liar, as you finally made it to where Kokichi had been dragging you to. You watched as Kokichi skipped away from you and hopped on the bench, surrounded by moss and other wild plants. 

“Ta-da! When I first saw this place, I immediately thought of you! You know, because you’re a nerd who likes cliché art settings.” He grinned, posing on top of the bench, “How’s this? Nishishi! Don’t answer that, I know this is perfect.”

 ... He looked like an idiot. But a cute idiot.

Suppressing a laugh, you gestured downwards to guide him down from his strange pose, “U-uh, maybe you could just, sit down? Like a normal person, I mean.” He sneered at you, before reluctantly sitting down, “You’re so boring.” The way he sat on the bench reminded you of a child who had just gotten denied candy. 

Smiling in relief, you quickly took a seat on the bench opposite to him, bringing out your supplies excitedly. Despite the pout on Kokichi’s face, and the grudge he wanted to keep, the way you so excitedly took out your canvas made his heart melt as well as his attitude. 

In the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Kokichi’s genuine smile, albeit it was lopsided but it still made you flush. Without thinking, you spoke, tilting your head upwards to look at him better, “You should smile more, you’re really pretty like that.” He… his mind blanked for a second, his façade fading away slightly to reveal a genuine expression of shock.

He quickly gained his composure back, “Um, okay? I always smile, are you blind?” Despite his passive-aggressive reply, you couldn’t find any reason to be mad, although you should’ve been. You smiled fondly and shook your head, diving back into concentration towards your canvas.

--

After an hour of pointless conversation, flirting, and calculated strokes of your brush, you were satisfied with the result. “... Alright, I’m done.” Kokichi sighed exasperatedly as he stood up and stretched, “Finally! I was afraid my limbs were going to freeze forever in that position.” You stared at him accusingly, “You didn’t even stay still the entire time. At one point, you did a fucking cartwheel-” 

Kokichi slid on over you, leaning over your seated figure to peak at the painting of him. “Lemme see!” He reached for the painting with his pale hands, causing you to jerk the painting away from his reach. “It’s not dry yet! Just look, don’t touch.” You scolded, unamused by his pouty expression. “You’re no fun S/o-chan, but okay. I know how much you like to be in charge~” He teased, before finally laying his eyes on the painting he stayed still one whole hour for. 

You felt your anxiety rise at his silence, “... Well, d-do you like it?” Although you were pretty confident in your ultimate talent and skills, for some odd reason, you felt extremely nervous when you showed it to Kokichi. 

You were confused as to why your hands were shaking, you’ve shown your artwork to galleries, museums, the harshest art critics in the world! So why the hell did it matter so much to you if this one boy liked it or not?

“I think it looks super handsome! And by it, I mean me. Nishishi!” He grinned, “I look good in everything after all.” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe you actually expected a genuine compliment from Kokichi, of all people. 

“Hey so, it’s time for your payment you know?” Payment... what? You looked up at him in confusion, big fat crocodile tears sprung out from his eyes, “Waaaah! I can’t believe S/o forgot our deal!” You flushed again as you were suddenly reminded of the kiss. 

You sighed tiredly, “You were serious?” He glared at you, “I’m always serious!” You gave him an accusing look that screamed, ‘You know that’s bullshit.’ But sighed defeatedly for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As you stood up to walk up to him, you set your painting down nearby.

Squirming underneath his expectant gaze, you leaned in torturously slow until your noses were nearly touching, your eyes were glued to his lips nervously. You kind of just… stood there, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, as he usually does. “... You know, You’re kissing me, right? Not the other way around.” His voice was lower, quieter than usual, and you could feel his breath within each word.

He smirked at your awkward shuffle towards him, finding your averting eyes and flushed face extremely endearing. Though Kokichi would never admit it, deep down he was nervous too- But of course, he refused to ever admit that reality. Even to himself. 

“I-I know that! I was just… preparing.” He hummed a skeptical ‘Okay’, standing patiently for the kiss you owed him. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly pressed your lips on his, before immediately pulling away. Well, you tried pulling away. Kokichi gripped your collar, eagerly going in for more. His lips enveloped yours roughly, he could feel you trying to back away and so he just decided he had to go even harder. 

Once he pulled away, he saw your lips puffy and swollen, and face completely dazed. You wanted to ask him why he stopped but he interrupted you before you could, “You know, I never said you had to kiss my lips, pervert〜” Your eyes widened at his statement, “It seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” You didn’t say anything, only fuelling his fire. 

“Nishishi! You’re so obsessed with me, it’s adorable~” You took a defensive step back, “I-I am not!” He suddenly leaned his face dangerously close to yours, grinning sadistically as he heard your whimper. “You shouldn’t lie, you know? Especially not to me.” He leaned in next to your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. 

“Anyway!” You snapped out your daze as he barked suddenly, “The nude painting offer still stands, you know!” He yelled out, walking away from you, strangely.

[elysianslove]

tutoring ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; tutoring headcanons 

pairings; kuroo tetsuro x reader, akaashi keiji x reader, oikawa toru x reader

genre; fluff 

warnings; hints at nsfw themes w kuroo, but nothing else

kuroo tetsuro 

okay it’s canon this boy is crazy smart, especially in chemistry, so unless it was any other polar opposite subject, it’d probably be you getting tutored

idk about y’all but i hate chem and physics, and if i had fkn KUROO to tutor me??? i’d fail on purpose

he’d probably be a really good teacher if he wasn’t so damn dorky

like in the middle of tutoring you he’ll go on a full rant about the topic in excruciating scientific detail and you’ll just “um 👁👄👁 wha”

he’s v supportive tho

every time u understand something he like cheers for u

if you’re feeling demotivated he just has a bunch of science puns prepared on his phone’s notes

i see him being a very interactive tutor

so like as he’s going over something he’ll leave blanks for you to fill that he’s already taught you

also he’s 100% confident in ur skills. too confident

like when he sees u get something right or get a really good score he’d just be “idk why u ever doubted yourself” so suave and cool but he has such a proud smile on his face

he also teaches u as if you already know everything. this could be either really motivating bc he’s not looking down on u but it can be a lot and overwhelming sometimes

unwinds after EVERY tutoring session

like

every single one

always brings snacks and stuffs ur face w them as ur writing notes

ice cream parlor visits after !

if this is bf kuroo he’d definitely, absolutely tease u

kiss for everything u get right

tbh if he was only a friend/classmate he’d still say the same shit

mf would be playing strip studying

as he’s testing u, for everything u get right he’ll take a piece of clothing off

so v encouraging

;)

oikawa toru 

i think oikawa’s like really smart, but in v specific subjects. things that require critical thinking or analytical thinking or like presentation and public speaking skills?? he’s an A student 

but memorizing things just . doesn’t work with him

so something like bio? sucks. 

let’s say ur an A student in bio in his class and ur always getting like high marks

so he approaches u after he flunks an exam and is just “how would you like the honor of being my tutor” 

like — bruh i stg ,,,

u kinda just 🧍🏻‍♀️ 

i would honestly love it if toru ends up with someone that can like put him in his place if need iwaizumi

n e ways after he says that ur just like “why would i”

and hes like “why wouldnt you”

it’s frustrating how unbothered he is tbh

when he shows you his exam u actually kinda feel bad plus he said something once about not being able to play volleyball if he fails and yk how much it means to him

so u agree

reluctantly 

u meet him at a cafe and 

it’s surprisingly v fun

he makes u laugh a lot bc he is: an idiot 

ur sessions w him are not v productive ngl but some part of him really wants to please you so he studies well

to win you over and ask you out he knew he had to pass first, and he’s a v determined person, so, obviously, he does

he runs over to you after getting his paper back and just waves it at you with the biggest smile on his face he’s so cute pls

“if i was an enzyme i’d be a dna helicase so i can unzip your genes” 

you wanted to smack him but you had to stop laughing first 

akaashi keiji

i honest to god cannot visualize this man asking for help, so it’ll be the other way around this time

scenario; you have a fat crush on akaashi (realistic, bc who doesn’t) and matchmaker king bokuto tells you to ask him for help on math 

ur not dumb, ur great at math 

but rn ur simping over this pretty boy, and desperate times call for desperate measures 

so u come up to him after being assigned hw and ask him if he could help you out

he’s so sweet and automatically says yeah sure with such a pure and soft smile bc?? ur so pretty and his heart is racing!!

you invite him over, and he agrees to meet you after practice 

y’all are an awkward mess bc; 1. you don’t actually have trouble with the hw and 2. you’re both so oblivious about each other’s obvious crushes 

he’s explaining a question to you but you cannot, for the life of you, pay attention

all you can do is stare at him and the way his lips move and the way his fingers are wrapped around the pen and how he’s very gentle with his explanations and goes slowly through them

being so close to him is like raising your body temperature to an inhuman rate tbh 

your thoughts: impure

he catches on quick though bc akaashi’s pretty and smart

“have you heard anything i said?”

“do you want the truth”

he just . sighs

he kinda looks disappointed ngl

so you stumble over your words in an apology, “i’m so sorry it’s just - you’re just really pretty.”

cue pause

akaashikeiji.exe has stopped working lmfao

“oh” 

like mf??? oh???

“you’re pretty too”

your heart stops, but he doesn’t let it linger for too long 

“if we finish this hw quick then maybe we can spare some time for a small talk?”

speed solving hvsgsjhs

anyways this one is way longer im sorry 

i don’t think he kisses u on ur lips but as he’s leaving he presses a gentle kiss on ur cheek and says, “see you tomorrow.”

and leaves

with your heart in his hands

just like that 

end note; i had a lot of fun with these haha! i adore writing headcanons but my brain is always fried bc of uni, so if you guys have any requests i’d love to write them for you!! i feel a lot freer on this site, so i am comfortable writing nsfw as well hehe. 

[astralfire-xiv]

Zero/Quotes

The Belgian prodigy Zero charges deep into enemy lines without leaving a trace, effectively lighting the fuse for her team. By combining her utility and bright spark, she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Agent Select and Abilities

Agent pick: 

“If there is a way to do it better, I’ll find it.”

E - GUN ROULETTE

Gun Selection Screen:

“Choices, choices…”

“So many choices, so little time.”

“Hmm...”

Selecting gun:

“Yes, this is it.”

Kill:

“Imbécile!” (FR: idiot!)  

“Imbeciel!” (NL: idiot!)  

“Viens une fois ici.” (Bel. FR: Come here.)

“Salut.” (FR/Bel. NL: Bye, intonation varies)

Q - TURNING POINT

Kill:

“Shhh.” 

“Qué novel?” (Bel. FR: Whats up?)

“Never saw it coming.”

C - CHARGED PYLON

Deploying:

“Pylon deployed.”

“Pylon in place.”

“Deploying pylon.”

Destroying enemy utility:

“Enemy utility destroyed.”

“Enemy utility down.”

“Utility found and destroyed.”

“Utility detected and taken care of.”

Damaging enemy utility:

“Enemy utility in critical condition”

“Enemy utility damaged”

Taking out all enemy utility on point:

“Site cleaned”

“Scrubbed and tubbed”

“Enemy tech decimated.”

X- GRAND EXCHANGE

Ally: 

“Shop’s opening soon.”

Enemy: 

“Let the games begin”

Affected Buy Phase:

“Welcome to my shop, friends. See anything you like?”

“Highest quality, lowest price. How can I help you?”

“It’s your lucky day. Take whatever you like.”

"Welcome to my humble shop!"

“Komt dat zien, komt dat zien!” (NL: gather round, gather round!)

Barrier drop after affected Buy Phase:

“Pleasure doing business.”

“Thank you for stopping by.”

“Vos armes, s'il vous plaît” (Bel. FR: here are your guns)

“It’s a deal then.”

“Locked and loaded!”

"Cha-ching!"

“Sold out!”

“À tantôt!” (Bel. FR: later!)

Ally buying nothing:

“Are you sure? T’as rien besoin?” (Bel. FR: Don’t you need anything?) 

“Schiet een beetje op zeg. I don’t have all day” (NL: C’mon, hurry up.) 

Buy phase

Match start:

“Anything that won’t sell, I don’t want to invent. Its sale is proof of utility and utility is proof of success.”

“Nice firmware, Kingdom. Who came up with this brilliant, state of the art technology?” 

“Delta, would you mind giving me today’s market indices. What? My investments are on the line.”

“Fast. Efficient. Precise. My motto.”

“When I programmed my first autonomous weapon, I learned to think like a killer.”

“Pay up. I don’t take kindly to defaulters.”

“My AIs don’t go haywire, they do exactly as I say… Best to stay on my good side.”

“Perhaps if they realise that Radianite energy ban on a global scale, I can finally get back into the energy market.”

Ascend

“The electromagnetic currents here are truly bizarre. It’s a technological wonder that our gear works perfectly fine here.”

Split

“Is KCoffee still open? I want one of their espressos when we get back. The coffee in the breakroom just doesn’t do it for me.”

Fracture:

What do you need? Guns? Money? Level 7 security clearance? Hah, just kidding.

Round start:

“Our greatest weaknesses lie in giving up. Ready yourself and let’s try again.”

“I start where the last man left off.”

“I will give them something to cry about.”

“If you have any questions, ask them now.”

“Why enter through a backdoor when their front is wide open?” 

“Looks like I have time to do some research.”

“Reboot and try again.”

“Show me what you’ve got.”

“Emotions are a waste of processing power.”

“I don’t create miracles, I create possibility.”

“So much money, so little time to spend it.”

Last round won:

“Oh, I feel exhilarated!”

“Running at peak performance levels.”

“I haven’t even reached the height of my abilities.”

“The opportunity was there and we embraced it with open arms.”

Last round won while in lead: 

“Ah, maximum potential reached!”

“The difference in skill? Embarrassing.”

“They aren’t bad, we’re just better.”

“They’re in over their heads and we’re here to profit over their backs.”

“Let’s bleed their wallets dry before they can come up with a new strategy.”

Making a comeback:

“Finally back on the right track. It was only a matter of time before they ran out of charge.”

“Skill wins battles, patience wins wars.”

Last Round in the half

“Last round. Invest now or regret it later.”

“Spend your credits now. Waste is worse than loss.”

Match Point: 

“Let’s wrap things up. Time is money.”

“I can’t wait to be back home. I miss the sound of my keyboard.”

Spike forgotten:

“It’s not like the spike is going to magically appear on the point.”

*Sigh*  “The spike…”

Shop

Call for a buy:

Buying.

Call for a save: 

Saving.

Offer to buy for allies:

“I’ll send you the invoice later.”

“Don’t worry, my loans are interest free.”

Request weapon:

“I need this”

Kill

“Goedenacht” (NL Goodnight).

“Bonne nuit.” (FR Goodnight)

“Checkmate”

“Hostiles removed.”

“Weak link taken care of.”

“Bug removed.”

“One less.”

“Outsmarted.”

“Zero’d out.”

Headshot:

“Vlekkeloos” (NL flawless)

“Dans ma ligne de mire” (FR In my line of sight)

“Precise.”

“I have 20/20 vision.”

“Clean kill”

“Immaculate kill.”

Melee: 

“Aw, did that hurt?”

“Très charmant, non?” (FR Very lovely, right?)

Triple:

“Triple kill.”

“That’s three.”

Quadra:

“Quadra kill.”

“Four down, one to go…”

Last kill

“I almost broke a sweat.”

“Try again next time.”

“Everything according to plan*

“Not so bright now, huh?”

“Tout le plaisir est pour moi” (FR The pleasure is mine)

“Graag gedaan.” (NL The pleasure is mine) 

“Oh, poor thing.”

Last kill melee

“Oh, poor thing.”

Last kill enemy MVP

“There can only be one of us.”

Spike

Defuse Resumed

“Ach, laat me met rust! (NL Leave me alone)”

*groans* “Laissez-moi tranquille! (FR Leave me alone)”

“Don’t interrupt me again.”

Defuse time running out

“If I die here, please liquidate my cryptocurrency shares.”

“Death seems like such an abstract concept the more I think about it.”

Defuse successful

“What would you all do without me?”

“Pfff, child’s play.”

Round end

Ace

“MVP. Shocking? I know, haha.”

“Zero versus zero.”

Clutch

“Do I have to do everything around here?”

“Computed result.”

“Your attempt at resisting is ultimately… hm… pointless”

“Simple Geometry.”

“I always play high stakes.”

Flawless

“And they say perfection doesn’t exist.”

“By design.”

“You do the math.”

Low HP

“It’s just a scratch. Don’t mention it. Please?”

“Doctor’s visit? *grunts* I’d rather die.”

Thrifty

“Cheap is such a nasty word. I prefer ‘clever investment’.”

“From a financial perspective, you should be ashamed of that performance.”

Radio Commands:

No

No.

Yes

Yes.

Hello

Salut.

Thanks

Merci.

Commend: 

Well done.

[kisekinodrabbles]

Sam you're back!!! Can i get a request where aomine preparing a proposal marriage to his so but accidentally mention it to his so? And it ended up funny please!! I've been waiting for your ask box to be opened 🤗🤗

alwkerjalkejr im sorry this is so late and im bad at Humor so this is the best i can do for now, i hope u enjoy it 

Aomine wasn’t a planner. Not even close. He had breezed through high school with poor grades and actions decided solely on impulse. He had faced college head on with no particular direction and went where the wind sent him. The only thing he was certain about had been basketball and that had been the only thing pushing him forward. 

However, of course, it was different after he met you. The game changer, some called you. No one would guess that Aomine would’ve settled down at the raw age of 24 with a woman he had known for exactly seven months and three days. A blind date first encounter, several dates and sexy times later, the two of you had made it exclusive. 

And Aomine was whipped to say the least. 

24 was a far cry from his expected settlement age. The two of you butt heads on many things, including your relationship and the long-term perspective. He viewed marriage as a trap, a cage to keep him locked up and away. But you had illuminated the difference in his mind. 

Marriage wasn’t a prison, it was a commitment. Commitment that didn’t leave him feeling stuck, but instead liberated. The thought of spending the rest of his life with you both terrified and enthralled him. Terrified not because he feared giving up the rest of his life, but because the idea of losing you imprinted a searing pain into his heart.

He twiddled with the ring box in his hands, feeling the smooth velvet underneath his fingertips. He had bought it on impulse - a glance into a jewelry store when the two of you were out for your biweekly date (given your busy schedules – Aomine with training and you with your mundane desk job). He had gotten a bonus for the season for doing particularly well, not that it was hard.

It was the extra cash, he would say, that made him do it. When you traipsed off into a bakery, he wandered in the opposite direction and ended up back in front of the glimmering diamonds. He was just going to take a look, he figured. No harm done.

However, he ended up walking out with a small bag that he quickly hid from sight in his gym bag – the weight of the tiny compartment placing a heavy burden on his shoulders. His nerves crept up on him as if the box would sear right through the fabric and you would find out that This Idiot had bought a ring on a whim. A pricey one at that (he had to recalculate his budgeting for the month after this).

“Daiki,” you called, snapping your fingers in front of his face.

Aomine descended back to reality and to the meal before him. The two of you were sharing dinner and apparently you had been sharing a story about your coworker who he couldn’t really give less shit about but he just enjoyed listening to the sound of your voice fill the room. 

“Huh?” he asked, mouthful of pasta opening to let bits fall out.

You crinkled your nose in disgust, eyeing the fallen pieces on his plate. “You’re gross, first of all. Second, you’re not listening to me.”

“Yes, your coworker has stolen multiple pens from your table and hasn’t given a single one back but you’ve seen it on other people’s desks.” Years of “not” listening to Momoi nag his ass off had trained him to pick up on key points of conversation. He had gotten multiple earfuls from his childhood friend for not listening and he was almost thankful that he had a skillful ear. 

Oh. That had you closing your mouth and blushing. Cute. “Okay, fine, so you were listening. But still!” 

“Babe, it really isn’t a big deal. Just ask for them back from your other coworkers, I’m sure they’ll be cool with it.”

“I guess,” you mumbled. 

Aomine’s lips quirked up. You didn’t like confrontation and especially not over something so small. Cute.

“Are you cleaning the bedroom tomorrow or am I?” you said, collecting both your plates and leaving them in the sink. Aomine instinctively followed after you to get started on the dishes – he had been well-trained in the art of kitchen hygiene mainly through your incessant criticism of how bad he was at it. 

Meanwhile, you headed over to your shared bedroom only to be dismayed by the sight of his gym bag. You could practically see the smell leaking out from it. “Daiki,” you groaned again. What was it this time, he wondered. He was distracted by getting every inch of stain off the plates when you grumbled, bringing out his bag. “What did I tell you about leaving your gross, used uniform in your bag? We have a laundry basket, babe.”

“Yep, sorry, forgot,” he noted almost robotically. This happened weekly and, no matter how many times you reminded him, he was going to keep forgetting. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t going to sweat in the clothes again. 

He heard you distinctively moan some more in the background but he was so focused on that one sauce mark that he barely processed what you were saying, answering your questions with half his attention on you.

“When did you bring these back?”

“Two days ago.”

“Two days ago! Do you not smell it?”

“No.”

“My god, what is this mess? What’s this stain?”

“Probably the burger I ate with the team.”

“Your towel has another stain.”

“Oh, Eiji spilled his soda on it.”

“What’s this box?”

“Engagement ring.”

It didn’t register with him what he just said. It was another answer to another question, nothing else. It was only when the silence weighed heavily in the air that he turned to check on you.

You who were standing frozen in your spot, velvet box still in hand and eyes the size of saucers. “A what?”

Aomine blanked out then. How in the fuck was he supposed to get out of this situation? He wanted to do this properly, the way that you deserved. It wasn’t as if you were a die-hard romantic who needed roses spread across their apartment, but he certainly wanted to give you something equivalent that you would enjoy. A gesture that you deserved for all the time you spent putting up with him. 

So he thought of the next best thing. “For my friend. Um, he asked me to pick it up.”

“Daiki, I know all your friends and I don’t think any of them have significant others.”

“It’s a distant friend, he did it to not be suspicious.” 

You shrugged, shoving it back into his bag. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of hurt across your eyes. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t brought up marriage before, but it’s something Aomine had always waved off. Perhaps you were instantly convinced, a dream close to your fingertips but still out of reach. 

“I lied,” he quickly blurted out, getting up from his seat to approach you and pluck the box from your hands. He ran his thumb across the smooth cover, taking in a deep breath. “This is for us. For you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I also want you to know that I am serious about you, no matter how many times I joke about it. You... mean the world to me and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep you by my side.” 

He watched your lips part in surprise, a revelation that had struck you to the core. Aomine, who had been so adamant that marriage was nothing but a lie, was thinking of proposing. You could feel your brain shortcircuit and it seemed to show on your face.

Aomine chuckled, ruffling your hair, “Don’t look so shaken. I’m not going to do it now. Like I said, it’s going to be a surprise so I’m not going to ask you now. But just know that I will ask you—and ask you properly. When that time comes, you better be ready to say yes.”

You smiled, “I’ve never been readier for anything.”

[littlebabycrybtch]

oh my god im sorry but i HATE reading analysis discourse so fuckgin much. its so annoying and unnecessary and cruel bc per usual ableists just Scream over everyone and manipulate the view by focusing on the wrong points. disrespect towards this issue is never gonna work and yall would get that if you actually listened to the way the (usually nd) people felt about it and why, but ur too busy mocking them so you look good for consuming the Proper Medias tm. i mean you literally have to know this isnt productive, yall keep going bc you get a kick out of laughing at ‘unintelligent’ people.

‘uu ur teachers didnt oppress u by making u read to kill a mockingbird instead of the hunger games” ok listen 1. media you dont personally care abt can still definitely hold depthful value and be analyzed. oh my god lmao. the people who prefer ~that kind~ of media arent stupid and dont prefer easy thinking, its your own fault for Not looking into it yourself and just assuming its worthless, literally judging a book by its cover. LITERALLY avoiding the analysis skills you claim to have by assuming anything you read in highschool = smart, valuable and anything mainstream = stupid and useless. most books inherently contain symbolism and morals, a lot of these people CAN understand it, theyre just criticizing the inaccessibility of the writing that was forced on them academically. the people analyzing those medias instead of your favs are still taking in lessons even if they prefer to do it in a different format, i mean for instance THG is literally about fucking classism and racism and war you dumb hypocritical tunnel vision bitch, young adult media usually has a Lot of real world parallels in it that very much pertains to how teens see the world, thats the literal POINT, just cuz ur too elitist and dont respect children enough doesnt mean some books are ‘too stupid’ to analyze with any real social value, and 2. A BOOK NOT BEING EXCITING... OR EASY TO UNDERSTAND... IS LITERALLY SMTH VALID TO CRITICIZE IN MANY CASES, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE GIVING IT TO CHILDREN.... if a kid says “this is boring/too long/uses words that i dont know, so i cant make any sense of it” that doesnt always mean theyre lazy or w/e, if its not a book made for kids (bc kids can understand mature themes but that doesnt. mean you can just throw all the other skills they arent experienced with yet at them, they still need writing tailored to them), Thats your first problem, but sometimes ur book is just fucking boring all together. a book can have as much symbolism as it wants, if its not there to open the mind and provide necessary depth, but to feel self important and make you feel self important for getting it, thats not a good book. and with books i do respect now like TKAM i remember outright saying, “i literally cannot read this and dont get it at all” at like 10 yrs old, and my teachers didnt do shit to explain it or help me or give me any skills at all, they were just like. :) keep trying!! according to your scores we know you can do it!!! so, i did not keep trying, i gave up, and i guarantee if it had been a few years later it would have been easier. if i had been given the opportunity to read stories with similar morals that were made for my age range that i WANTED to read, i guarantee i wouldve gotten so much more out of that. but i was literally DISALLOWED, bro if i grabbed a book that actually interested me, i was told i couldnt check it out at ALL unless it was in the ‘range’ i was assigned, which was college level since i was in 4th grade. so if you think i shouldve kept reading, im being unironic rn, you need to go get a degree, become a teacher, and if a kid or teen says to you what i said, sit them down and TEACH THEM without shame, and fight for better regulations of what reading levels can be pushed on what age groups. if lit analysis is this important to you, FUCKING TEACH IT PROPERLY, that is literally the ONLY REAL SOLUTION to the problem you have, NOT SHAMING the people who were ALREADY FAILED BY THE SYSTEM.

the problem is not ‘idiots think symbolism is stupid’ the problem has ALWAYS been ‘the education system is flawed and how and when children are taught certain skills is so corrupted and damaging, the children growing up with it cannot Help but struggle later in life, and your issue should be with the system”. like can i be real. learn how to Emotionally ~analyze~ posts from sad kids with mental illnesses saying smth as basic as “i wish i wasnt forced to read mature books as a child without any themes pertaining to me at all bc it hurt my already fragile motivations for learning :/” without your ass getting defensive over the classics. bitches stan ‘the door is red to symbolize anger’ but think thg is just a stupid dystopia love triangle book................ ur not even that smart like yall are just elitist like LITERALLY just elitist if you mock the values ppl see in other books and claim theyre too stupid to understand ~real books~. a fucking mickey mouse cartoon could hold the exact same moral lesson as a 1200 page novel written by a college professor of 30 years, like the Exact Same Conclusions CAN be drawn no matter how many words and analogies and metaphors are thrown on top!! for many those fancy details make it more enriching but its literally possible to get the same concepts from “EASIER” material, that is not Lesser it is ACCESSIBLE and it should be ENCOURAGED all the same. yall are gatekeeping and its stupid, if you actually want ppl to analyze media then you’d applaud how they analyze their passions even when you dont share it, not shame them for struggling with understanding other stories. this rly boils down to either ‘i hate ppls preferences and wanna make them feel stupid’ OR the ever so lovely ‘i hate whiny disabled ppl and kids who were pressured to the point of burnout, and wanna make them feel stupid’. its fucking exhausting. idc how you guys feel, you talk to hear yourselves talk and its all just talk and nothing helpful, your disrespect doesnt work bc its an echo of the root problem. for gods sake shut up already lmao

[allegedlybenparker]

Tw: what I consider to be an unhealthy relationship (insulting/making fun of/yelling at each other)

Sure, relationships (platonic, romantic, QPRs) where you can insult each other like calling each other idiot/dumbass and where you can yell at each other when you’re frustrated/angry and where you can tell someone to fuck off are cool and all (not for me tho, they trigger my rsd from my adhd), but have u considered,,, soft relationships?

Like, a relationship where you can just be yourself around the other person and speak your mind, and you purposely don’t insult each other (eg you say “I don’t think that shirt matches those pants well” rather than “you have zero fashion sense”/“that looks really ugly”/”ewwww my eyes!!”). Relationships you have really good communication and you can just.... like, talk comfortably together and have comfortable silences and you know each other’s triggers and hopes and current hyperfixation (if one/both of you get hyperfixations). And maybe you’re comfortable being physically close if that’s your thing, or you both know that not being physically close doesn’t mean you don’t like each other - one/both of you just may not like touching other people or might show affection in other ways.

With the first type of relationship, I think it’s sorta cool and all that you’re comfortable telling each other to fuck off/exactly what you think with no kindness filter - but I find it hard to tell if they truly mean what they’re saying or if that’s just how they are/how they show affection (coz I’m not like that, thank you rsd and fewer social skills than people around me). However, I think I’d feel so much more comfortable in the second type of relationship,,, just existing together and feeling completely comfortable to say what you’re thinking (or to frame it in a kinder way if it’s insulting/a criticism). Obviously, you’d still have arguments and disagreements and of course one/both of you would be in a moody/snappy mood sometimes, but I know I would feel a lot more secure if I felt like I could explain my boundaries and just talk to the other person/be myself without the overwhelming fear of being insulted/made fun of/yelled at.

[the-phantom-nagisa]

Valentines day short fic! With karma, nagisa, hazama and terasaka! Oh boy!

Have this non-beta read piece that I mostly wrote while in the train this week. Credit to @handy-dandy-headcanons for the gay comment in the middle of this work.

Terasaka isn't a homophobe, he just doesn't like Karma.

I'm so sorry for the shitty formatting I can't work with Tumblr and just wanted to post this.

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It had been an incredibly stupid idea, Nagisa knew that now. Sure he loved his boyfriend to death and was glad they were spending the entirety of valentine's day together but he also wanted to use the day to help his friend Hazama with her first official date with Terasaka. She was nervous for it, he'd noticed, which is why he suggested the solution in the first place. He should have realised, however, that Karma and Terasaka were not a good combination. A double date was destined to fail miserably.

Dinner. It was just a dinner. He and Hazama agreed neither of their boyfriends would behave properly in a fancy restaurant so some midway compromise between a fast food place and a fancy restaurant was found. A decent place, really. 3 courses, proper seating and a relatively big menu. A big enough menu for Karma to find absolutely nothing he could NOT criticize.

"I'm just saying, i can probably make it better- actually, no. I KNOW i can make it better than this place can." He was pointing at some stew he saw on he menu, basically shoving it in Nagisa's face who just smiled at him in reaction.

Hazama rolled her eyes, wondering how Nagisa loved the cocky idiot so much. She did have to admit her hypocrisy, seeing as her boyfriend was another type of idiot. Not that she minded being the smart one in their relationship.

Terasaka sighed and slumped down even further than anyone at the table thought was possible to do in the restaurant's mildly comfortable booths. "Can you do better in shutting the hell up?" He grumbled.

Karma was about to bring some sarcastic comeback, Nagisa just knew it. Preventing the moment from escalating into something ridiculous he took ahold of Karma's arm and looked him in the eye.

"I'm not that big of an eater, can we share the first course?" He asked his boyfriend. Said boyfriend completely forgot about Terasaka's existence for a moment, completely taken away by Nagisa's gaze. Nagisa was very familiar with Karma's thoughts about him. The red head was a firm believer of freedom of speech when that meant he'd get to call Nagisa pretty. Nagisa really did not need another session of Karma advocating for his beauty, as if he was giving a speech and Nagisa was the subject.

Everyone ordered their food and the date continued. Karma and Terasaka couldn't help but bicker through most of it, however. Karma clearly didn't have a filter and Terasaka had no impulse control to prevent him from immediately arguing with the red head. 

"As a future government worker, I believe it should be legal for me to commit tax fraud" Karma argued as he and Nagisa had the most random discussion on teaching high schoolers how to pay their taxes. 

Terasaka held a tight grip on his fork. It wasn't hard for Nagisa to imagine that that grip could actually kill a human being. He tried to throw thoughts off murder out of his head as he figured the fork would probably be fine. "That ks the stupidest thing I've ever heard, you're not above the law, Akabane." Terasaka said. 

"Is it still tax fraud if you legally don't have to pay?" Nagisa couldn't help but wonder out loud. Hazama shrugged in reaction and Karma smirked a little. Terasaka ignored the thought and remained on edge. 

"Look, Terasaka, don't meddle with what the smart people are handling." Karma held the same cocky look on his face. "Your brain is too incompetent to comprehend what we're doing anyways" 

Rage emitted from Terasaka, Nagisa noted. It was also obvious enough for anyone without Nagisa's skill to notice. He knew Hazama noticed because she carefully took Terasaka's knife and put it beside her plate where her boyfriend couldn't easily grab it. 

"Oh I'm sorry, was that rude? I didn't think your brain could figure out what i was say-OOF" Karma was interrupted by Nagisa elbowing him in the side. "That wasn't necessary." He complained. 

"Yes it was." Nagisa sighed, giving a pleading look at Hazama. 

She got the hint and put her arm around Terasaka. "Hey big boy, perhaps pay more attention to your girlfriend at your date." She told him. 

Luckily Terasaka took a note of her and turned to her, letting out an annoyed sigh. Within minutes he was completely cooled down and he and Hazama were having a lovely conversation about…Occult stuff. Whatever pleases them. Nagisa was more than happy to discuss Karma's favourite movie with him. 

Just when Nagisa thought things were going well again the two started bickering again. Nagisa barely had the energy to figure out what their discussion was this time but it didn't matter. The argument turned more into both guys listing what they disliked about the other and defending their own honour. Nagisa thought what they were doing had quite the opposite effect, he really didn't think highly of either of them at that point. 

He and Hazama were exchanging knowing look with each other. A second double date would not be scheduled. Both only properly returned their attention to the conversation when Terasaka used a new completely done tone in Karma's direction. 

Now, Karma and Nagisa's relationship was relatively new. Most people were surprised to find out the boys had started dating, mostly because neither of them ever discussed their sexuality. Neither Karma or Nagisa really cared what others thought about homosexuality but it was still considered rude to say something about it. 

"Didn't even know you were gay, Akabane" Terasaka said. 

For a few seconds Karma didn't say anything. His expression was empty and didn't say a lot. Then he turned to Hazama. 

"Didn't know you dated ignorant idiots, Hazama" 

For some reason THAT was all that was needed for the date to escalate into hell. Both guys were furious and ignoring their dates trying to calm them down. 

"I will punch you so hard you'll feel the thing you call a brain bounce all throughout your head." Karma stood up fast and incidentally knocked his plate off the table and made the flower vase topple. 

"Not if I break your arm first" Terasaka screamed as he also got up. 

Everyone was looking at their table. Nagisa noted Hazama trying her best to pick up all the food the guys had spilled. All Nagisa could do was try and hide in shame. 

Just when they thought things couldn't get worse, they reached over the table and grabbed each other. Nagisa knew in advance that the date wouldn't go great but he wasn't prepared for his boyfriend getting physical. 

"U-uhm, excuse me" Their table went silent as they noticed the waitress that carefully approached their table. "I'm going to- going to have to ask you to leave, p-please"

It wasn't long before Karma broke the uncomfortable silence. "Look what you've done now!" He complained as he looked at Terasaka. 

The two started bickering again and Hazama dragged her boyfriend along with her. The only reason it went successful is because he respected her enough to deny her force. Nagisa tried doing the same with Karma but he was his usual self. 

"Sir, someone will have to pay…"The waitress said, tapping Nagisa's shoulder. She probably noticed very easily he was the most sensible person to talk to, what with the two fightinf guys and the girl who was threatening to curse both of them at this point. All he could do was sigh and do so, noticing his unusual forceful manner of putting in his pin code. It was almost as if he treated the card machine as his enemy. 'Better to treat the machine like this than your boyfriend' was all he could think.

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Standing outside of the restaurant no one in their company was happy. The most positive thing of it all was the now calm Terasaka with Hazama's arm around him. 

"Well I think we're just going to spend the rest of the day with us two." Hazama said, mostly talking to Nagisa. "Thanks for trying though" 

Nagisa waved her off with a light smile. The moment she was out of view he swiftly turned around to scowl at his boyfriend. "Really?" He didn't need to say more. 

Judging by the look on his face, Karma did in fact feel a bit of guilt. "We'll probably have more fun when it's just the two of us anyways" He defended himself. 

At first Nagisa didn't react. His face didn't change and he didn't say anything. Sure, he was calming himself down, that was part of the reason. In all honesty, however, he also just wanted to say something that kept the evening going in perhaps a more romantic direction while also making clear to Karma that what he'd done was not okay. Eventually he realised how futile his effort would be. He could help Karma but never in his life could he hope to change him. Not like Nagisa wanted him to change at all. 

He took a hold of Karma's hands, face still unchanged, catching Karma off guard. He took advantage of this and pulled Karma down lightly so his boyfriend was at eye level with him. He wasn't ignorant to the surprised look on Karma's face that perhaps also showed a little fear. 

"You better pay me back for this dinner" 

And with that Nagisa pecked a kiss on Karma's lip before releasing his hold on him. He portrayed a small smile on his face. As bad as the dinner was he knew Hazama would force an apology out of Terasaka the next time they saw each other. Nagisa would make sure he did the same. 

Karma came back to his senses as he mumbled a soft apology. Nagisa figured he could see how he ruined his boyfriends night, which was even worse considering it was their first Valentine's together. 

"I think I can make it up to you." He said as he put his arm around Nagisa's shoulders. "Let's go to my place, we're more of a movie night couple anyways" 

With that Nagisa couldn't disagree. He leaned in on Karma's embrace with a smile. "I think I'd like that"

[quirkless-and-embarrassed]

are you doing the character ask meme thing? it would be awesome if you talk about shinso!!

!!!

Hell yes!! It’s been too long since I did my last character meme, and Shinsou is majorly underrated. I love him. (Sorry this took a few days!)

Favorite things about him:

I love how he puts his hand on the back of his neck when he’s flustered, and I love how he’s got a toothy, kinda evil smile. It’s also cute how he plays it aloof and tries to hide his feelings, but Horikoshi draws him with little distress sweats to show he’s actually really nervous. Stoic, this kid is not. And his eye bags are cute. Why do I love characters with eye bags.

I love how, at the end of his Sports Festival match against Midoriya, he’s deeply moved by his classmates’ support (and the whole stadium’s support). It really blows a hole in his “I’m not here to make friends” image when he gets all choked up over being cheered on. Like…he wants acceptance so badly…just let him be accepted as a hero. None of this backhanded compliment “oh wow, with your quirk, you could do anything!” schtick.

His match is especially satisfying because even though he technically loses, it’s basically a victory. Midoriya beats Shinsou because he has people who believe in and support him, and by the time the battle ends, Shinsou discovers he, too, has people who believe in him. Not just friends—total strangers, too, and he can choose to listen to their voices as they cheer him on instead of hearing just his detractors. Plus, one of those supporters is Aizawa, and Shinsou accomplishes his goal for the Sports Festival: to transfer into the heroics course. SO…it winds up being a “failure” that is actually a win in disguise, and I love those.

I love how he has a complicated relationship with his quirk and society. It’s been impressed on him that he’s made for a villain role—and like…it illustrates how bizarre hero culture is in bnha, where some people are just so infatuated with the spectacle of it all to the point they’re like “oh cool! you’d make an awesome villain! don’t make me do bad things, though, okay? okay!”—but despite it, Shinsou has a defiant kind of pride in his quirk. He snarks Midoriya during their fight, being like ~oh you wouldn’t understand, but this quirk of mine is like a dream come true! (Though in the anime, it’s translated more like “even with a quirk like this, I dream of being a hero”?) Shinsou understands he could do whatever he wants with his quirk, and what he wants is to do good things. He’s bitter because like, is it that hard to believe someone might just want to do good? How/why do people have to be so pessimistic that they think someone with his power must abuse it? But at the same time, he gets it, he knows he’s not any better because he would also be dubious of someone with power like his. But also! It’s not fair! Because “heroic” quirks are also potentially destructive, but a kid like Bakugo or Todoroki is told he’ll be a great hero someday, not that he’d make a great villain—and the heroes industry guarantees them a fast-track to pro status at the expense of people like Shinsou or Midoriya.

So I love that Shinsou is this idealistic figure: he could do evil, but he won’t. His quirk enables peaceful deescalation of hazardous situations. It’s ideal. But it’s ideal because it is such a classically villainous quirk—a power that weaponizes communication, turns people’s trust against them, and exerts total domination to rob people of their autonomy. So very quickly, that inspiring interpretation of Shinsou being able to choose what he does with his quirk is easy to second-guess. The line between hero and villain doesn’t seem so distinct when both professions are distilled down with such brutal precision. Shinsou wants to use his quirk to help people, but the questions of which people he helps and how he helps them are the distinction between a hero and a villain, and it’s not as neat as the hero ranking would imply. His dialogue with Monoma about how they do unheroic things to accomplish heroic goals makes me hopeful that’s a seed Horikoshi planted for future exploration.

So…Shinsou sets up some interesting challenges, and that’s a major reason why I’m interested in him. I’m curious to see how his story unfolds.

One last thing I love about Shinsou. There’s a scene where Midoriya spots Shinsou in the hall and cheerfully calls out to him, and Shinsou’s only response is to rub the back of his neck and go “uh huh.” But! Later on, Shinsou has a flashback to this exchange, and he admits that he was actually really excited to face Midoriya again, and it’s like oh my gosh. You were secretly so pleased he recognized you, huh? You were so happy he remembered seeing you around and wanted to talk to you, and you wanted him to acknowledge how far you’ve come. But you’re a dumbass who couldn’t summon anything to say other than “uh huh.” D u m b a s s. But I like him for it. He tries so hard to be mature and collected that he really comes off as such a teenager.

Least favorite things about him:

Ok we both know he doesn’t get enough screen time, that can’t count as my least favorite thing. Hmm. Can I commit heresy and say that I think his hair looks pretty dumb?

Tbf though, Shinsou’s shortage of appearances is especially difficult because he’s fairly indirect and you can’t take what he says at face value, particularly because he aims to provoke. He’s also appeared almost exclusively in combat situations, so it’s hard to gauge how he behaves in more mundane circumstances (for example, in contrast to Mirio and Tamaki, who are fairly direct and who we see off the battlefield enough to get an overview of Mirio’s good-naturedness and Tamaki’s insecurity). I really dislike this uncertainty.

Other than that, it’s disappointing how, during the cavalry battle, he brainwashed all of his teammates. That leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Eliminating their brainpower definitely made them a weaker team, and I get the feeling he did it because he wanted to feel like he got to the final round from his own skill and not because he was relying on teammates with heroic quirks (which makes it ironic he taunted Midoriya about Ojiro’s “honor”). But I guess I get it, since he didn’t want to reveal his quirk to anyone and it would have been hard to persuade any of these strangers to team up with him.

Favorite line:

Ch212 – Brainwashing Midoriya to save him from blackwhip.

I just love how like…in the Sports Festival, Shinsou wasn’t trying to fight Midoriya as an equal, he was fighting Midoriya as a bitter underdog with something to prove. Then during this Class A vs B fight, even though Shinsou has inferred that his transfer to the heroics course depends on his performance, he’s happy to battle Midoriya again because he’s proud of how far he’s come. He’s discovered the shounen “let’s fight because we’re friends!” mindset, and I think it’s sweet.

And! There’s also this!

Monoma: “I like you, Shinsou. I really do. In order to survive, you too need to embrace your darker side. We’re much the same.”Shinsou: “No thanks.”

BROTPs:

Aizawa. Aizawa all the way. 90% of the Shinsou-centric fic I read is about a tired son and tired dad. 

I think Shinsou and Ojiro, once they get past the initial animosity, could be good friends. I know I mentioned that during the cavalry battle, I think Shinsou didn’t want to rely on teammates blessed with heroic quirks, he wanted to earn his own way. Similarly, Ojiro quit the Sports Festival precisely because he felt he didn’t earn his spot in the final round (something Shinsou provocatively dismissed as a sign of being a spoiled hero student who can afford to waste opportunities). I definitely have a weak spot for relationships that start off rocky and then, to the surprise of the idiots involved, they’re like wait we’re not that different…we might even be friends…? Anyways, Ojiro probably the number one Class A student I want to see Shinsou interact with more. I’d like to see him be Shinsou’s top critic at first, especially since Ojiro is generally such an easygoing nice guy.

On the other end of the spectrum, I love Monoma as Shinsou’s #1 fan. Their canon interactions cracked me up, and I like the balance Monoma strikes with Shinsou between his extravagant persona who’s all noise versus slipping him some thoughtful, barbed observations. Also like…Monoma emphatically embracing Shinsou as a member of the group is different from what Shinou’s learned to expect from people, so it’s funny to see him struggle with how to react. Shinsou has already said that he’s discarding any concept of good sportsmanship and so on, so I think having Monoma as someone to talk about how to fight dirty without being dirty would be a valuable friendship. …but mostly these two crack me up and I want more.

Okay, though Ojiro is the student in Class A I’m most curious to see Shinsou interact with, there’s also so much potential for humor with Kaminari or Aoyama. Kaminari’s little pep talk was really cute and I’d love to see him follow up on it by trying to befriend Shinsou while Shinsou is secretly pleased, embarrassed that he’s pleased, and unsure what Kaminari wants from him anyways. And Aoyama…LOL. Now, I dunno how these two would become friends, but imagine Aoyama trying to convince Shinsou to do something about his hair, about his eye bags, about his posture, about his dour inflections…meanwhile Shinsou suffers through it with his cool I don’t care attitude, gradually picking up on Aoyama’s hidden side. I can also imagine Aoyama and Shinsou being super passive aggressive to each other, ha.

I feel like Shinsou and Jirou could also get along pretty well, since they’re both pretty low-key. But I also feel like they might get along a little too well…I like pairs with a little more drama and tension. It’s easy to imagine them sitting in companionable silence, Shinsou listening to Jirou’s playlist while Jirou acts like this is no big deal. Or maybe Shinsou notices Jirou’s crush on Yaoyorozu and/or Kaminari, and Jirou is stuck seeking his opinion on matters he’s the opposite of an expert in…

I’d love to see Shinsou be subjected to Nejire’s relentless questioning. “Oh wow, hey! You look really tired! Are you really tired? Or are those shadows under your eyes just a side-effect of your quirk? Hey hey, wait, I recognize you. Aren’t you the brainwasher firstie? What do you say to people to brainwash them? Do you like, swing a pendulum in their face and tell them, ‘You are getting very sleepy’? You could do that to—oh! Can you brainwash yourself? Cuz then you could brainwash yourself to get more sleep! But…if you brainwash yourself, then who’s in control? How do you know you haven’t brainwashed yourself already—”

OTPs:

My favorite Shinsou ship is shiniida! This pic is what first put them on my radar, and the generally cute, funny fanart and fic got me the rest of the way invested. I like how on the surface, the two make an odd match, because you have Iida, who’s so by the book the bylaws are practically printed on his skin, and Shinsou gives a much more defiant, devious impression. But actually, Shinsou is surprisingly pure of heart, and Iida is someone who assumes the best of people, and it would be nice for Shinsou to find someone who implicitly believes he’s a good person. (…this is also something I like about Monoma.) Just the image of Iida fussing over Shinsou, and Shinsou being at a loss for how to deal with someone so well-meaning, respectful, and shameless about expressing his concern for Shinsou’s wellbeing. It’s intrusive but so sincere, I can imagine Shinsou getting pretty flustered.

It’s also interesting because Iida is from such a hero lineage with the sort of heroic quirk Shinsou begrudges for having it easy. I can see him being pretty caught off-guard by how seriously Iida dedicates himself to his dream to be a hero. Iida might have it easy compared to Shinsou, but that sort of determination isn’t something that can be scoffed off.

I also love todoshin, which I talked about here. One thing I didn’t talk about in that post, though, is that both of them in some way consider(ed) their quirks “evil.” Their complex relationships to their quirks are something else they might bond over, plus the fact that they’re both closely tied to the idea of self-determination, and I’m a weak-ass ho for free will as a theme so there you have shipping material galore in my book.

Shinoma is another ship I’ve read. I like this ship since it opens up different avenues of closeness between Shinsou and Monoma than between Shinsou and someone with a “heroic” quirk, but I think they’re more of a brotp for me. Kamishin, too—I like kamishin fluff/comedy, but I wind up gravitating more towards the platonic dynamic.

I haven’t read much shindeku, but it looks cute. I love the scenes where Midoriya greets Shinsou in the hall and Shinsou is too awkward to respond.

NOTPs:

Hmm…not really. Big multishipper here, I’ll ship anything I see nice content for.

Random headcanons:

There’s a fanfic where adult!Shinsou has a cat named Nyazawa, and Aizawa hates being a namesake. I approve heartily.

Though I also get a kick out of imagining that Shinsou likes cats, but he’s allergic.

I love this fic’s idea that Shinsou was once mistaken for Aizawa’s son, and ever since Shinsou has had a running joke where he annoys Aizawa by insolently calling him “dad.”

Shinsou has barely trained his quirk because he needs people to practice on, and, prior to Aizawa’s tutelage, he didn’t have any volunteers and he couldn’t quite find the nerve to ask people to be brainwashed.

Shinsou’s always wondered what it feels like to be brainwashed. Sometime after the Class A vs B training battle, Shinsou asks Monoma to copy his quirk and show him.

Shinsou could have gotten in to a different hero school, in their heroics program instead of entering general studies. I imagine some hero schools, unlike UA, must specialize in less flashy quirks. But Shinsou had enough of a chip in his shoulder that he wouldn’t settle for less than UA, the very best hero school in the country, because he so badly wanted the affirmation and endorsement that he can be a great hero.

Unpopular opinions:

Don’t get me wrong, I love reading fic where Shinsou has a crappy home life, is in foster care, etc. Angsty dadzawa and shinson is always a win. But the vibe I get from canon is that his home life is okay. His flashback sequence showing how people always think the worst of his quirk was sad, but it could’ve been much worse, so I think his life isn’t as terrible as it could be. Whew. (Though…it’s also a shame because he might get more in-story focus if it were bad…)

I like fic where Aizawa is a little harsher on Shinsou than the standard dadzawa fare, usually because he sees himself/Shirakumo in Shinsou, and that’s a good thing, sure, but it’s also an ordeal because it’s painful and difficult to reopen old wounds. This sort of internal conflict is one of the interesting things that differentiates Aizawa’s dynamic with Shinsou from his dynamic with Midoriya or his other students.

…I don’t really like erasermic+shinsou? Idk, Yamada never really feels like he fits into the dadzawa/shinson dynamic. He can be helpful for moving the plot along, but I’m not sure I’ve ever found a fic where I was emotionally invested in his role. Maybe now that there’s more canon content for him, I’ll take more of a liking to this trio.

Songs I associate with him:

I agree with this post that Mad World has a very Shinsou feel to it. I Surrender by Colleen D’Agostino reminds me of him too, since Shinsou seems like someone who tries to be cynical and detached but underneath he can’t help what his heart truly wants.

Favorite pictures of him:

Ch183 – zombie!Shinsou and terrified Kaminari!! I’d love to see Kaminari trying to revenge scare Shinsou.

(And seeing Mineta terrified is a different sort of satisfaction.)

Ch198 – Shinsou’s shock when Monoma ambushes him. He looks so awkward with his hands held stiffly at his sides.

Ch214 – why is he so cute. how did this happen.

Ch216 – This is the moment he loses to Midoriya a second time. I love the mix of emotion on his face.

Ch216 – His face when Aizawa announces Shinsou will almost certainly be approved for transfer

I’ve also answered these questions for Todoroki, Bakugo, Uraraka, Endeavor, Sir Nighteye, and Amajiki!

[phoenixfangs]

okay this post got a little out of hand so its going under a readmore, im rambling abt irredeemable media and purity culture and the critical culture on tumblr and how it jazzes me up and infuriates me at the same time. i mention killing stalking specifically so if u dont wanna see that go ahead and skip this one

ive been a little fascinated by the concept of "irredeemable media" lately and like. i think we as a community on tumblr r trying so hard to compartmentalize media into only two boxes: problematic and unproblematic. and i think thats A Little idiotic LMAO

oftentimes were not even digging into the material we just See smthn like a distasteful trope or a -phobia or -ism Somewhere in the material and brand it problematic, and leave it at that. most "critics" (i hesitate to call them that but i dont have a better word) on this site dont even watch or read the thing theyre talking abt -- its valid to not Want to read smthn like killing stalking but at the same time how many ppl decrying it as The Worst Possible Thing have read even a chapter of it? my guess is very few

(this is NOT an endorsement of killing stalking btw, this is what started my fascination with "irredeemable media" so i am currently reading it to see if it rlly is that bad, and like. yeah its p god awful LMAO i cant in good conscience even recommend it for others to review/critique it its so vile. i want to make it abundantly clear that i am NOT reading it to enjoy it, i am NOT enjoying it in really any way while i am reading it, i think its disgusting in the way it depicts homosexuality, abuse/sexual assault and the way it treats women as a whole. i just wanted to read it bc now i have proof to back up any points i happen to make abt it being a disgusting story, bc im the type of person that wants to experience the Thing b4 i give genuine criticism of it)

ANYWAY killing stalking is maybe not the best example of my point bc even if u havent read it its not hard to accurately criticize it bc it rlly is Just That Awful but its what i brought up bc its what im investigating rn (i dont even wanna call it 'reading' bc thats embarrassing that im reading it LOL im investigating im doing research on killing stalking this is a scientific venture of mine), but like ill see smthn labelled as "irredeemable media" and i think "hm. has this person ever engaged with the material? how do they know its irredeemable? did they actually read/watch/whatever or did they see a lot of ppl talking abt it on tumblr?"

and like i said, i have no problems w anyone who looks at smthn labelled "irredeemable" and decides they dont want to engage w it, i couldnt give less of a shit what other ppl do with their time at this point in my life, i just think the critical culture on tumblr makes it maybe not the best place to get accurate, authentic criticism of things that have problematic elements (or anything rlly, the critical thinking skills on tumblr r subpar at best even when it comes to "good" or "acceptable" media)

and anyway im more fascinated w the culture of engaging w "irredeemable media": if u consume X media that is bad then, by the transitive property, u r bad. THAT is what fascinates and infuriates me abt the critical culture on tumblr. am i a bad person now bc im reading an Objectively Problematic comic as research, even tho literally nothing else abt my behavior/thoughts/morals has changed besides the mere existance of this comic in my life? will i be viewed as a dangerous person bc im reading an Objectively Problematic comic even though im actively decrying it and authentically telling u how bad it is and how much i dislike it and dont want others to read it because its so bad?

bc its not just media we try to box up into "problematic" and "unproblematic", its consumers too. for some reason when it comes to things deemed "irredeemable", if ANYONE engages with the source material, they r suddenly branded as "irredeemable" too, and any nuance of the situation is sucked out into the vacuous wasteland of media criticism on this website. obviously i think it goes without saying that bad media attracts bad ppl but at the same time, we make that assumption abt EVERY consumer of bad media, and i think thats unfair and narrow minded, esp through the lens of criticism

ppl want a moral high ground so badly, they want to feel superior to others so badly, that they jump at the opportunity to call someone an X apologist bc they consumed a media one time. purity culture on this website makes media criticism so difficult and toxic and its. ITS INTERESTING. ITS FRUSTRATING. I LOVE AND I HATE IT. i want to study some of u ppl like animals, the way u react when u hear someone watched hetalia one time or read homestuck one time or laughed at family guy one time. if i had the time i would Genuinely write a think piece on this phenomenon bc its so fascinating to see ppl playing into this purity culture and trying to one up each other by saying "well i NEVER watched this or read that so im morally superior to this other person who did"

i guess my point is, purity culture goes beyond just wanting pure, wholesome media with no flaws and no problematic elements (which is impossible btw bc everybodys standards r different) for the sake of. idk -- ppl like that would claim its to create a positive non-toxic space for folks in margianalized identity groups or smthn probably but idk if i buy that from ppl who behave in such a self righteous, self fellating sort of way -- but that demand for purity extends to consumers of problematic media as well and, who is it passing judgement on those ppl from on high, like a god? the same idiots sitting at their computers reblogging "x my beloved" gifs, same as anyone else

i guess what im actually saying is that NOBODY on this website has any right to pass such harsh judgement on anyone else, nobody anywhere has the right to feel superior to anyone else just bc they only watch pure childrens cartoons and not terrible problematic things like game of thrones or whatever

[weeb-writings]

alisa teaching lev incorrect russian phrases

a certain groupchat im in with so many beautiful people has brought this idea to my attention. most definitely something i canon abt the two siblings now, i totally see it. 

special thanks to: @sarido275​ for this idea!! i love this so much and i hope this meets your expectations- 

warnings: swearing, a fight btwn siblings, also this is relatively long for a hc so brace yourself

genre: crack, fluff, angst? if you squint-

synopsis: lev’s (gorgeoues, beautiful, pretty, amazing, cute) sister, alisa, teaches lev russian phrases... except its all backwards...  

i used a couple websites: a b 

a/n: im writing a longer oneshot (haechan x reader) so this is something ive been working on, on the side. i hope you like whatever the frick frack this is-  

if you have any requests, shoot them in my dms or ask box! if you have any constructive criticism, let me know what i can fix and how! thank you uwu

*breathes* okay, this is straight up crack, like 

i literally see this happening btwn the two siblings, where lev’s sister alisa ends up teaching lev russian phrases with the incorrect translations 

she’s such a sweetie pie i dont see her intentionally teaching lev the incorrect translations for stuff- so yes,

with the power of google and tumblr i present to you: lev walking around like an idiot :) (i love him v much tho and hes baby all the way) 

okay lets start with the “basics” 

first off is хуй (pronounced: hooy), and it means dick 

omg i what am i writing 

okay so like, yaku probably does something nice for alisa (meaning he puts lev in check bc lev is stoopid)

and alisa decides to thank him like “you have such a big hooy yaku~~” 

and everyone on nekomas vbc team looks at the two siblings like ????? what did she just say 

and lev looks at her and she goes “hooy means heart!!” 

omfg not only lev, but all of nekoma is using this word now and its so bad bc they all say it so confidently whose gonna tell them- 

and like, whenever someone does anything remotely nice lev will tell them that they “have such a big hooy” and that they are so kind and that he appreciates them 

which ultimately, this term rubs off on karasuno and fukorodani (specifically hinata and bokuto) 

quite literally a term that spreads like wildfire and they all use it so mindlessly eye- 

okay, next term: Трахни тебя (pronounced: poshyol ty), and it means: fuck you (omg i hate writing swears bc lev is involved and he is BABY I CANNOT-) 

okay but alisa and lev are most likely parting ways early in the morning, and he is going to a summer week camp for vb practice (w the boys ayyy) omg i hate myself so much 

but like, she probably wants to say something along the lines of “i love you” but she ends up saying fuck you (dw, i checked and its the aggresive kind, no not the kinky aggresive just straight up like a screw you) pls i hate that im making this more awkward by the second 

okay but like, hes probably leaving in the morning and shes like “poshyol ty” and he kind turns back, confused look on his face 

and hes like “whats that mean????” and shes like, with a bright smile, “it means I LOVE YOU” and he repeats it a few times

and this poor bby uses this ALL the mcfreaking time now

yaku is abt to kick him? “pls stop poshyol ty” 

kuroo wants to give him shit for sucking at blocking? “im sorry but dont forget poshyol ty” 

omg KENMA WHEN HES MAD “kenma im so sorry youre the best pls poshyol ty” 

so it probably circulates around the team, and by now all of the nekoma vbc are using this on one another ALL the time

again, its something picked up by other teams 

i.e: bokuto to akaashi, hinata to kags, and it even reaches oikawa, who uses it on iwa, satori to ushijima (bye these r ships) 

but finally, poor alisa thought that by saying Отыебис от меныа (pronounced: otyebis ot menya) she was saying “your presence is nice” but in reality she was saying “get the fuck away from me” 

omg pls this is so terrible someone tell her-

but like anyways, when she says it so him, its when hes upset bc the whole team is upset at him bc he almost made the team lose

aka putting them at risk for his shitty blocking skills

and hes like “no one likes me, no one wants to be around me” 

and alisa is like: “hey, otyebis ot menya, and if its from me, they even appreciate you too :)”

and he asks her to explain the meaning to him and shes like “it means i appreciate your presence” 

and so he cheers up, and goes to practice the next day

and he apologises to everyone and then goes, “as much as i suck otyebis ot menya” 

like ????? and everyone appreciates it!! like >.< omg i hate this 

but in general, another phrase that spreads like wildfire!! 

at this point, everyone thinks hes a sweetheart (and dumbass) whos using loving terms with his team and friends!!

now, onto the “swear words” 

which, in reality, are words/phrases with positive meanings :( 

ah i really hope someone tells everyone wassup w these terms

but, lets start w this beautiful term: Я верю в тебя (pronounced: ya veryu v tebya)

this means: i believe in you (and reader, i believe in you, you can do anything you put your mind as long as it doesnt harm you or anyone)

but anyways, this is probably a term that slips out during a fight btwn the two siblings

is it weird that i cant imagine them fighting often, or at all- 

okay anyways, back to the hc

theyre probably fighting about how lev left his dirty laundry in the br after the shower, or how he left his dishes on the dining table and how he isnt necessarily cleaning up after himself

and shes tired of it, so she starts yelling at him

and shes like “oh my god! youre so useless! veryu v tebya” 

and he kinda stops saying anything back and stares at her c o n f u s e d

and shes like ?? whatre you looking so lost for

and hes like, what does that mean

and shes like, it means that you arent capable of anything. 

so this poor boy thinks that the term “i believe in you” now means “you arent capable of anything” 

when kenma, kuroo, and yaku treat him a little meaner on a bad day, he’ll be sure to mumble it under his breathe

when he blocks hinata’s spike, hes sure to yell it out proudly, and everyone kinda is like ???? 

and so he explains what it means, and 

hinata isnt phased by the fact that lev just called him incapable bc poor bby got to learn another russian phrase 

and then kenma puts two and two together and realizes what levs been calling him

*insert a mad kenma* 

*insert a mad kuroo*

*insert a mad yaku* 

okay but srsly the whole nekoma vbc starts using this term to clown lev when he messes up!!

in reality, everyones the clown bc theyre using the wrong term altogether

another term lev would learn from alisa, would be Мой милый ангел (pronounced: moy miliy angel) 

and what alisa thinks it means is : you are not an angel/youre a fallen angel/youre the devil 

bc like some languages dont have a term for something, so they use another term and then the word not in front of it, so alisa assumes thats what it is 

so she just assumes this word is something to call someone a devil or basically imply theyre a bad person 

this term slips out from alisa, when someone says a comment about lev during a game, 

ooooo lets say the nekoma vs. nohebi game to make it to nationals 

and someone says something along the lines of lev being a terrible blocker

from across the court

and out of nowhere 

alisa is like “hes better than you! moy miliy angel” 

poor bby thought she was defending her brother

okay she was but still- 

you know what i mean 

but anyways, everyone looks at her 

and she just shrugs it off bc she doesnt owe anyone an explanation

but after the game, yaku’s younger sister brings it up in front of them

and she explains to everyone that it means a devil 

and theyre all like ?? 

alisa saying something mean- this is new

but in her defense it was bc she was standing up for her brother

as she should- 

but on a real note, lev adopts this term to roast people during plays and makes them confused hehehe their faces r funny bc they get so lost and bam nekoma scores

a term that kageyama adopts

he expands his vocab when hes mad at hinata from boke, to boke and moy miliy angel 

tanaka probably uses this term on people who piss him off

imagine him saying it w his buddha face LMAO

but lastly, a term that lev would learn from alisa is Радость моя

this term is pronounced as radost moya

it means “my joy” 

so, when alisa is stressing over something (maybe hw, maybe over the fact that lev keeps making a fool of himself in front of yakus sister) 

she’s like muttering under her breath, 

“this is gonna be the death of me, ugh why is this radost moya“ 

like LMAO she thinks this term means terrible, or my bad luck

no sweetie its the opposite

its just so funny, lev hears her and she explains the term

so he begins to use it all the time

and i mean ALL THE TIME

when he cant block? radost moya. when someone reminds him that he isnt the ace? radost moya. 

so, when bokuto is in emo mode, lev is like radost moya, its just bl (ha if your mind went to boy-) bad luck

and bokuto is immediately out of his emo mode bc he is LEARNING a new term from his fave russian teacher uwu

but again, a term that spreads like wild fire

this is what kags calls hinata, iwa to oikawa, and semi to shirabu

overall, alisa teaching lev incorrect russian phrases, is lev teaching the whole of anyone who plays volleyball ever incorrect russian phrases

these humans look like straight up clowns 

i CaNnOt emphasize how dumb they look- 

basically just becomes a crack fest

bonus (kinda-): 

lev, kenma, kuroo, tsuki, kags, akaashi, bokuto, yams, and yaku all went to the fish market one day

they all witness kuroo, bokuto, lev and hinata do something stupid with their shared one brain cell

so, naturally, the others flame them in russian

and someone nearby is like 

“aww its so sweet you believe them,, your friendship is so cute“

queue the whole crew (ugh i hate that term but its better than squad) turning to look towards lev 

and BAM they all start asking this random person for translations on stuff

they all look so shocked and mad and sad

*insert a mad kenma*

*insert tsuki mocking everyone*

just funNy stuff hahahaha

okay imma head out bc wtf did i just write-

[august-writing]

@hero-of-dork

Okay time to meta read. I'll do this scene:

I also don't know if this is gonna be true meta reading oof sorry if it's annoying oh man this is long oof...

Aithus squinting ahead at his comrade crouched further away from him in the long grass. He was a dismal sight with his drenched hat dripping streams of water.

Aithus is being just babey, has no idea what he's doing. Edmund is regretting this. He is so unhappy. Imagine a wet cat in the rain. Like the long fur type. That's him. But he's trying to pay attention and do this thing, cuz this kid is gonna die if he doesn't .

His comrade, Edmund, frowned at him and shook his head. He lowered his voice as he replied,

Aithus was a bit too loud, so Ed gave him a look lol.

"There's a watergate off in that direction, I believe," he threw Aithus a critical glance before continuing on. "we might be able to fit through, probably not the most comfy."

He isn't actually planning with him, he's just talking outloud. And has like, so little faith in Aithus's skills xD

"Oh, sure. Or we just move it out of the way. No big deal." Edmund wiped a stream of water coming down his hat off.

Slips into professional mode here, and his hat is paying a high price :(

"Move it?"

Edmund gave him a knowing smile as he rose from his position. He began making his way towards the gate as Aithus tagged along behind. 

Aithus being baby again, and Edmund realizing he doesn't know how to do this xD professional Ed activated.

Who knew a bard could be this quiet. 

I honestly just loved this line. It was funny, captured Aithus's thoughts. Edmund is a loud person, he sings a lot, talks a lot. You wouldn't expect him to be good at this.

After what felt like ages of tense lookout there was a gentle tug on his cloak and he turned to see Edmund gesturing silently to the gate.

Oho, Aithus the lookout just got snuck up on by the bard. Hmm I wonder what this means :)

Aithus did his best to catch up with him, but he quickly found that wading through water wasn't the easiest task to accomplish silently.

Once more he be inexperienced babey.

"We'll follow this waterway till we hit something we think might be our exit. Since neither of us have been in here, and don't know where we're going we're going to have to wing it." His quiet voice dimly echoed off the stone wall of the alcove. "Stay close around me, okay?" Edmund looked down at Aithus, his face firm and calm. "You don't know what you're doing so you might get lost."

Aithus nodded. 

I find this scene extremely fun because Edmund is in charge, he's making the plans and leading it. Aithus doesn't realize this. He's going along with it all and following his directions, but he thinks of it like "the bard is following along". But nope, Ed is totally in charge here and is keeping an eye out for this little kid who can't do any of this xD

Edmund turned back to the opening of the gate and smacked the draping cloth of his hat back over his shoulder. He muttered something to himself about "should have left it behind" before ducking through the gate. 

Too late to go back and put his hat somewhere so he's fussy about having to lug his fancy hat around during a heist

He held out his hand in anticipation, and Aithus handed over the blade. Using the tip he gently lifted it up before carefully placing it down again. Flipping the blade into a backhanded hold Edmund crossed his arms gazing thoughtfully down at the water.

Oho this bard sure is comfortable with this knife hmm. im sorry I'm teasing you guys, but im just :)))

"What's the problem, what are you thinking about?" Aithus glanced nervously from the lid to the darkly lit face of his companion.

"Nothing…" Edmund dismissively assured the lad with a shake of his hand. "Well," he turned to look at him, squinting in the gloom, "can you pick a lock?" 

Aithus like a worried kid trying to be in charge is nosy. He can tell something is up that Ed isn't sharing and he's uncomfortable. Ed just doubting his young friend again :( trying to problem solve

Edmund threw him helpful comments and grunts of disgust when his blade scraped wrong against the metal and jarred his senses. 

Aithus doesn't know what he's doing...and Ed is tired and wet and cold and wishes he could just do it instead of being tortured like this :(

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Edmund's voice cut louder than it had through their whole mission. He shifted his weight and Aithus bobbed along with him from his perch. "Give it a good solid push with your shoulder; but gently."

Ed is now done with this ear pain smh. Also giving confusing directions like the weirdo he is

He heard Edmund mutter to him to take his time and be cautious. The bard was right, if he made too loud of a racket getting this open they'd have the whole guard running on them.

Aithus just babey like :0 oh he's right wow. Has no idea smh

"Okay, you take to the left there and follow that light. You can probably find the records there and get the information that we need." Edmund bent down and whispered to Aithus, adding emphasis with his gestures. 

"Wait, you're going with me." Aithus interrupted with a judgmental squint.

Aithus suddenly realizing that he was supposed to be in charge and not Ed xD

Aithus grimaced and darted a worried glance about. "No, no, bad idea."

"Don't worry, you got this. You're a sneaky little lad."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

And now we have Aithus who has no faith in the bard and thinks he'll get lost, and Ed who thinks the boy is scared :(

Edmund's eyebrows went up. "Oh, well okay then. I suppose I'll just follow you?"

"Isn't that your job?" He said bluntly and unamused, an eyebrow raised at him. 

ED YOU GOT ROASTED. That's what you get for acting like an idiot u-u

Edmund took a breath in.

Irritated with this kid ugh :/

Aithus frowned up at him. "Alright, just, be quiet." 

Edmund gave him a half smile and shrugged before slipping into the shadows, leaving Aithus behind standing there startled.

Aithus sounds like some soft of half convinced parent and,,, that's totally accurate xD And Ed is just showing off smh

Okay I'm done. Sorry this was so long and rambly and like???? Wasn't very oof idk hope it was fun at least!

[blackuigryphonvr]

#UPDATE #PokemonGo I GOT #BANNED FOR 30 DAYS ON SATURDAY NIGHT while driving back from my VERY REAL #VACATION IN #FLORIDA. I was on the interstate 🛣 highway passing through to the state of Georgia and the cellphone signals were terrible!!! It kept crashing! The matches kept loosing. I’m already really bad at PVP. I figured the drive up north I could practice PVP. I even had a premium pass which was unfortunately wasted due to the bad cellphone reception.

My app kept crashing. The matches kept freezing. Then my father needed me to help him concentrate on being mindful of the road. After I was assisting him because he doesn’t have bifocals I tried to load the game!

But I got a funny looking screen:

I thought it was an error so I loaded it again, and it was the same thing.

I tried asking repeatedly for assistance on Twitter and I’ve constantly been ignored.

But it looks like there’s a new update that causes this.

Even though the game lets u play PVP while driving, DO NOT DO IT!

I think that in combination with the bad cellphone signals made the system think I was cheating.

But, I also never got any warnings. I got no explanation either. There’s STILL nothing in my Gmail.

I’ve been ignored. No due process. No explanation. I’m basically treated like a criminal!

I’m an upstanding player in my community since 2016. I’ve actually contributed to growing my community since 2018 in a town with barely any players. I contributed and shared my intel & thorough research to help others collectively get new PokéStops and PokéGyms in my area. Because of that, we now have way more players 12 fold.

Pokémon Go helps people with mental illness, like depression, anxiety, social problems, phobias, addictions, and more. Including me! I no longer suffer from depression since I came back at the end of Summer 2018 to play.

I’ve documented all of my work here on Tumblr. It’s a lot of work and effort.

I also am Yelp! Elite for 5 years. And Google has invited me to participate in some programs.

I am often out on foot 🦶 including in the winter on days above 32 F degrees. And I’ve added several locations to several mapping systems over the years. I’ve personally ran several of my own businesses. I am also an avid “amateur photographer” freelancer, DP, VFX artist, and animator, as well as a filmmaker, and producer. I have a diploma in Environmental Studies, and I am a philosopher. It doesn’t surprise me that even my newest content added to Google is gets views in the thousands.

I also have a high ranking profile on GuruShots. I have 4 CANON cameras, a mini jib camera crane, and a faux GoPro.

I put so much thought and care into the things I do. I’m not just some impulsive idiot, punk kid. I’m educated and I have manners. I speak 3 languages, and I have critical thinking skills. I also have a very high English vocabulary and was personally asked to minor in English at UMASS by 2 individuals in the English department even tho I had already minored in 3 other things in 2017.

I actually did go to #KeyWest and #Florida. We went EVERYWHERE! It’s on my blogs: @bohemianbug & @blackunigryphon as well.

My father in Key West:

Yeah my Spoofing device called a bus 🚌 took me there....

[she-is-tim]

I love hating you | Elu enemies to lovers AU | Ch. 5

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Lucas is an angry, closeted and frustrated gay teenager, while Eliott is the handsome, smart and popular guy in school. They hate each other… but not forever.

Also yes, new header for the fic! Yay! Get ready for some disgusting fluff! And don’t forget to tell me your opinions on the chapter!

All I want is you

Lucas was sitting in the small kitchen, on the table, wearing only a black t-shirt that was too big for his body. He watched Eliott, this godly looking man making breakfast for them. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a blue shirt, he looked stunning. His hair almost looked blonde in the bright light that was coming through the kitchen window. Sometimes he glanced at Lucas, having a soft smile on his face, then he turned back to the pan, making sure that whatever he was making is not burning down. 

The small boy enjoyed this a lot, being in the kitchen, wearing Eliott’s clothes while he’s cooking for both of them. He could live like this forever, it was so wholesome and peaceful. They spent the whole saturday together, only getting out of bed to eat, drink or pee. It was nice, watching movies and talking about stuff, sometimes just kissing and cuddling. It was actually weird not being in the other’s arms, not feeling his skin on his own, but watching him was really satisfying. Eliott had a nice body, slim, his skin was really pale, his veins were popping through it, especially on his arms. He had small tattoos, on his ankle, his forearm, his knee, his chest. Lucas loved all of them, especially the one on the chest, he kissed that multiple times. 

When the food was ready, Eliott put it in one plate, which made the small boy giggle, he hopped off the table, sitting on one of the chairs, waiting patiently. Eliott put down the plate, holding a fork in his hand. His omlette seemed to be delicious, he even put some vegetables in it. He put some on his fork, navigating it towards Lucas’ lips. The boy opened his mouth, tasting the food slowly, smiling at Eliott. 

“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” he asked after a few minutes of eating, the tall boy laughed.

“I live alone, of course I know a lot of stuff.” he said softly, stroking the other’s face now. “It’s good to use my skills to impress you.” 

“Oh yeah?” Lucas mumbled, leaning his face into the soft touch, looking at the handsome boy with desire, begging for a kiss. 

“You’re driving me crazy, you know.” Eliott whispered, rubbing the boy’s lips with his thumb. “We gotta stay out of bed, go out a little.” 

“All I want is you.” he sighed, looking into the tall boy’s eyes. “Is that so bad?”

“It’s not bad.” he smiled, leaning forward, biting Lucas’ bottom lip, sucking on it before letting it go. “You know I feel the same... but we can’t stay indoors all weekend.” he said seriously, cupping the boy’s face now, giving him a gentle kiss.

“I like staying indoors... I don’t wanna go out...” the short boy was whining, looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes. Eliott sighed, touching their foreheads together. 

“I swear, you are killing me.” he whispered, Lucas started smiling now.

“My intentions are very different from that, Sir. I’d like to keep you alive for selfish reasons.” he said on a very seductive tone, slowly licking the other’s lips before kissing him passionately.

Late afternoon on sunday, Lucas had no choice but to go home. It was hard to leave Eliott, but he couldn’t go to school from his place, wearing his clothes. Thankfully his friday outfit was dry by now, so he put that on, already missing the comfort of the tall boy’s clothing. They were standing in the bus stop, a few steps away, being careful now. The small one didn’t wanted them to be affectionate in public and Eliott seemed to understand that. 

“I’m going to miss you.” Eliott said softly.

“It’s just a few hours, we will be seeing each other tomorrow.” the short boy smiled softly, but he felt the exact same thing. He so got used to laying in Eliott’s arms, kissing his neck, playing with his hair, sitting on his lap while they were eating or watching something. It was really hard to leave that behind. 

“Not like I can kiss you in school.” he said now, rolling his eyes, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. Lucas could feel the tension and slight disappointment in his voice, it made him sad, but he really wasn’t ready to come out to the world, even if he had Eliott by his side.

“Okay, let’s have a deal.” Lucas said which seemed to catch the other one’s attention. “We can meet twice, in a safe place, where no one can see us. We can kiss there.” he offered with a playful smile on his face.

Eliott laughed, looking at his lovely hedgehog with so much fondness. He ran his fingers through his hair, probably to stop himself from touching Lucas. It wasn’t easy, but they can try, he can do that. It’s more than nothing and the younger boy wanted those kisses just as much as Eliott did. They were thirsting for each other. 

“Okay, little hedgehog. That’s a deal.” he said smiling which made Lucas’ face to light up. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, we will do that... but I will not take resposibility for my actions. I might be a bit too thirsty in those moments.” Eliott said smirking, his words made Lucas’ heart beat faster. 

“It’s okay, I think I can deal with that.” the boy said, but he wasn’t really sure about it. Being with this beautiful person just made him do crazy things, like kissing him in the middle of the street on a friday night or ditching his friends and a party just to meet him. 

“You’re cute when you’re lying.” Eliott chuckled, leaning to the billboard next to him. He looked so different from friday, no more red eyes, dark circles and he looked less pale this time. They still didn’t talk about what happened with his family, Lucas was really curious, but Eliott didn’t brought it up, so he wasn’t pushing it. 

Lucas was about to say something when his bus arrived, he saw the unhappy look on Eliott’s face and felt the same. He waved with a soft smile and then got up before the driver could decide to leave him there. He sat down in the back, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He was looking at the few pictures he took during the weekend, he so wanted to use one as his lockscreen, but the boys would notice it right away. He couldn’t let that happen and all of this with him and Eliott was too fresh. 

He sighed when he saw all the missed calls and unread messages, the group chat with the boys was blowing up, Manon called him 5 times and left several texts and voice messages. He got a notification that his dad finally sent him the money for the rent, an e-mail from the nurse that was taking care of his mother, it was a weekly report, he used to read it right away, but he was just so done with social life. He wanted to turn back and stay with Eliott, lay in his arms, forgetting about school, his family stress, his problematic flatmates, his struggles with his sexuality. Everything. 

He startled to his phone buzzing in his hand, alarming him that he got another message. He let out a deep sigh, but couldn’t check it right away, cause he had to get off the bus. When he was on his way home, he looked at the screen, checking who was the sender and almost chocked on air. He quickly unlocked the phone, opening his instagram to see the message Eliott sent him. 

srodulv My bed still has your smell I miss u

Lucas’ heart skipped a beat, he had to stop, leaning to a tree by the walkway, smiling like an idiot. Eliott was the most romantic asshole he knew and he loved that more than anything. These soft messages meant him a lot. By these he could tell how much the tall boy was affected by him and not just the other way around.

lucallemant I have nothing that smells like you So I will miss you more

srodulv I wanna go after you, but that would be a bad idea

lucallemant It would be But it would fit your romantic style a lot

srodulv Are you criticizing me, Mr. Lallemant? 

Lucas chuckled, this guy was so impossible, but that was part of his charm. 

lucallemant Maybe :P

srodulv Bold move Considering I can make you moan With just my fingers

Lucas now blushed deeply, burying his face into his palm, trying to breathe properly. How can he be affected by even text messages. He spent so much time with Eliott he knew very well how he says things, how he reacts, how he moves... His teasing was bringing up memories from saturday. Sweet, soft and even erotic memories. They didn’t go far, since this was Lucas’ first time to even kiss a guy, but some things happened. Both of them are young, horny teens, craving for each other, of course they wanna explore things with one another. 

lucallemant Bite me, Demaury

srodulv I did At least 15 times just this morning I wonder if you’ve seen your neck...

Lucas gasped, turning on the front camera of his phone, looking at himself. He wanted to slap Eliott so badly when he spotted a bitemark on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He can cover it with a shirt that has a tighter neck, but still... Then his slight anger just turned into fondness, because now he had proof that the weekend with Eliott was real and that the boy wanted him, so badly that he had to mark Lucas. He moved his shirt up a little to cover the mark with it and continued walking home, leaving his handsome date on read for now. He deserve that for leaving marks without asking permission 

When he entered the flat, he immediately had to face with a really upset Manon. She looked adorable wearing grey sweatpants and a lumberjack shirt, hair loosely tied up. She had a mug in her hand, probably her usual cup of tea before going to sleep. Lucas sighed, guilt growing in his chest now seeing his friend looking at him like that. He didn’t mean to worry anyone, he just went after his heart, turning his brain off for nearly 3 days. Manon was like his big sister, he cared about her a lot, so it was hard to lie to her.

“Hey, Manon.” that was all he could push out on his lying mouth. He had no idea what to say. He can’t tell her he was at Yann’s since she was there at the party with the boys, and his best friend is probably pissed at him. He has all the reasons.

“Explanation.” she said seriously, hand gripping tighter around the mug.

“I was with someone.” he mumbled, trying to find the right words. “It’s... Something was going on with this person, I had to go and meet... Then I stayed for the whole weekend.” he mumbled, trying not to use him or he in his sentences. He was kinda suspecting that Manon knew about his sexuality, but it wasn’t easy to talk about it, especially not when his someone was Eliott Demaury. 

“Everyone was worried about you! I was worried, Lucas!” she raised her voice just enough to make the boy understand that he made a mistake. “You have that goddamn phone, use it! I called you several times. I texted. I was about to call the police, but Yann said you’ll be fine.” 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Lucas said seriously, he wasn’t thinking that Manon will freak out like that. He was so damn lost in Eliott that he had no rational thoughts all weekend, his mind was filled with one handsome boy. He shook his head, trying to close those thoughts out for now. “I really fucked up, big time.” he started, being totally honest, which actually felt good. “The truth is that I am really into this person... things were happening, one after another, then it was sunday. I wasn’t really thinking about anything.” he said and sighed. He really felt guilty, but seeing Manon’s look softening made him smile. She put the mug on the kitchen counter and pulled him in a tight hug. Lucas wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. 

“Don’t ever do this again, okay?” she whispered, clearly trying to hold back tears, which kinda made Lucas to tear up too. Fucking emotions.

“I promise.” 

“Okay then.” she said, pulling back now, wiping off some tears that stubbornly rolled down her cheeks with the sleeve of her shirt. “Let’s get you some food.”

“I had dinner actually, but it’s nice of you.” He said, feeling a bit awkward, especially as he remembers back that he ate his dinner as he was sitting on Eliott’s lap, facing him. He shivered. “I just gonna take a shower and sleep.” he said, and when Manon nodded, grabbig her mug to go into her room, Lucas let out a sigh.

He walked to his couch, turning it into a bed, trying not to think about how comfortable it was to sleep in a real bed, laying in Eliott’s arms. He missed it so much it basically hurt his body. He flopped down, searching for his phone. He had to answer the boys, but he wasn’t sure what to say. Telling the half-truth to Manon wasn’t hard, she knew when she had to stop asking questions, but with the gang... They would push him until he either tells the truth or snaps at them, none of that would be good. He needed the perfect excuse. 

He decided to roll through instagram first, collecting the bravery to go into the group chat. He saw that Eliott had an active instagram story, it kinda surprised him, though it wasn’t unsual, since Eliott basically lived half of his life on the app, even talking to Lucas through it. He tapped the little icon to see the story. It was a short video, zooming slowly on Eliott’s messy bed, while the song Shape of you from Ed Sheeran was playing. Lucas almost screamed, shoving his phone under the pillows, wheezing like he just ran a marathon. This guy is going to be the death of me, I swear. 

After long minutes of silent screams into his pillows, Lucas grabbed his phone, looking at instagram again. He closed the story for now, but he went to his DM’s, opening his conversation with Eliott. There was no new messages since the ones he left on read more than thirty minutes ago. He sighed, starting to type, needing serious self control to stay serious instead of being all lovey-dovey. 

lucallemant You can’t be serious

srodulv I am dead serious, can’t you see the marks on you? 

Lucas was confused for a half minute before he realized that they were talking about Eliott biting him before. He rolled his eyes, because he was sure that Eliott knew what he was talking about.

lucallemant Ed Sheeran, really? You are such a cliché

srodulv Oh that?  Since I can’t post cute pictures of you I had to improvise

lucallemant Why do you want to be so damn loud on social media

srodulv Because I am fucking lucky You are hot, and mine  I gotta share that with the world

lucallemant You are the worst

srodulv Oh, come on! I know you like it There’s probably two dozens of girls from our school being jealous of you And they don’t even know who you are Doesn’t that feel good? 

Lucas had to admit that it did feel good. He always felt like an outsider at school, he was sure that his sexuality would only make him even more of a stranger. Now that he had Eliott, this handsome, generous, awfully romantic guy, who wanted to post about them so bad on social media. Wanting to shout out to the world that he has Lucas by his side. They didn’t even talk about what is going on between them, but it was affecting the younger boy deeply. His feelings were real and so was Eliott. The thing between them wasn’t a mistake, at least he couldn’t think of it like that. 

lucallemant It does, of course it does

srodulv Now people know that I’m taken

lucallemant Are you really?

srodulv Are you serious right now? 

lucallemant We didn’t talk about what is this between us...

srodulv I don’t spend a whole weekend with a boy I don’t like Kissing him, touching him  Making him breakfast, dinner

lucallemant What do you call this then? 

srodulv Well, since we can’t be official...  Let’s settle with partners If that is okay to you

lucallemant More than okay I like being your partner

He was smiling like an idiot at his phone screen, the effect of Eliott being soft and lovely with him. It was just impossible not to smile at these messages. All of it seemed to be too good to be true, yet there was the proof in front of his eyes, written by his partner. Partner, wow. 

Since he got no response for now, he decided to take a shower. After that he put on underwear and a shirt, going to bed. He checked his phone again, but still no new messages, Eliott probably fell asleep. With a big smile on his face he closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the safety of his dreams. Seeing a handsome, tall boy in it.

School was noisy on this bright monday morning, everyone was glad that the weather got warmer. Lucas felt good too, for the longest time ever he finally felt happy that he could go to school. He stopped at his locker, sorting out the books he needs for his morning classes. Then out of the blue the boys appeared, Arthur slapping a hand on the locker doors, making Lucas startle to the sudden noise, almost dropping the books he was holding. The only thing that sucked with this warm weather was that he had to wear a shirt with tight neck,so people can’t see the bitemark on him. He looked at his friends with wide eyes, remembering just now that he forgot to text them last night. Shit, I’m in big trouble.

“Morning.” Lucas mumbled, holding the books tight to his chest. 

“Spill the fucking tea, Lallemant. Right now.” Arthur said without mercy, looking at him like he’s ready for murder. 

“I swear... shit happened so fast.” he started, lies coming out without warning and he lets them take over. “My mom needed me, she sent a text when I was on the bus, so I had to go. I spent the weekend with her, trying to make sure she’s fine.” he was almost jabbering, but hoped that the boys can pick up what he is talking about. Yann seemed to understand pretty quickly, just like Arthur, but Basile was ready to start arguing. He just said one word before the blonde boy slapped him on the chest, not too hard, but enough to make him shut his mouth.

“Is your mom okay?” Yann asked softly, clearly worrying. Lucas felt the guilt burning his throat, screaming at him for using his mother as an excuse. 

“If we can help somehow just let us know, okay?” Arthur continued, breaking down the small boy even more. He wanted to cry, his friends were so fucking nice and he still couldn’t bring himself to tell them the truth. I am such a horrible person. 

“Okay.” he mumbled, trying to hold back tears, his voice was shaky. Basile didn’t say anything, understanding the seriousness of the situation, but he grabbed his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it a little. 

And this was the exact moment Eliott decided to walk into school with Alex by his side. They were talking about something, laughing together. Then his eyes connected with Lucas’, tension sparkling between them, but Eliott’s smile quickly turned into something else. He probably saw the tears in Lucas’ eyes, because he barely could walk by them, needing Alex to snap his fingers in front of him, making him focus on his friend. Lucas was glad the boys were too busy stading around him like bodyguards, making sure he’s okay, so they didn’t witness that catastrophy. 

As Eliott was out of his sight, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, not just once, alarming Lucas that he has an incoming call. When he looked at the screen, he felt like throwing up. Of course it was Eliott, who the fuck would call him at 8:30 in the morning. He excused himself from the boys, walking a few meters away, picking up the call now. 

“The fuck happened? Are you okay?” Eliott’s voice sounded really upset and it was echoing. He probably went to the bathroom just to call Lucas, which made the short boy’s heart melt. This guy was really too good to be true. 

“Calm down. I am okay.” he said softly, smiling even. “I just got a bit too emotional. I hate lying to the guys.” he explained. In that exact minute he could hear a relieved sigh coming from Eliott, feeling a bit guilty for making him worry that much over nothing. 

“Fuck, you scared me.” 

“And you respected my request by not coming to me right away. I swear, you are just amazing me each and every time.” he said, voice full of fondness. He could hear a soft giggle on the other side of the line. 

“It was fucking hard... you looked like a scared animal, begging me for help with those big blue eyes. I was ready to fight anyone that hurt you.” he said playfully, but still on a serious tone. Lucas wanted to melt into his strong arms now, kissing him with passion. 

“No one hurt me, Eliott... Where are you now?” he asked after looking at the clock on the wall. They still had at least 10 minutes before class starts.

“Bathroom at the end of the hall.” Eliott said with excitement.

“Don’t move.” Lucas’ voice was serious, he hung up immediately, grabbing his bag after shoving the books into it and almost running to the bathroom. 

As he opened the door, Eliott was standing there, leaning to the wall, hands in his pockets. His hair was messy, more than before, probably because he ran his fingers through it several times. Lucas knew he tends to do that when he’s frustrated or excited. They smiled at each other, softly and fondly. Eliott stepped away from the wall, slowly walking towards the small boy until just one step was between them. Lucas took a deep breath. 

“Hey.” he muttered, voice quiet, full of emotions. He haven’t been this close to Eliott since like 13 hours and it was just so intense. 

“Hey.” the tall boy let a soft smile spread on his face, placing his hand on Lucas’ cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “How can you be so damn beautiful this early?” he whispered, eyes filled with the passion the younger boy knew so well. He saw that so many times during the weekend, mostly before they started to wildly make out. He swallowed, grabbing Eliott’s shirt, pulling him closer. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or what?” he mumbled, licking his lips in anticipation. 

“Let me just take in everything.” he sighed, leaning his forehead on Lucas’. This started to become their thing, touching their foreheads, looking into each other’s eyes as they talked before kissing. “Were you serious last night?” he asked suddenly, Lucas blinked a few times, not believeing his ears. 

“You mean the partner thing?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were a smart kid, but turns out you are actually just as dumb as I am, huh?” he said smirking, touching his nose to Eliott’s, rubbing on it softly. “I wouldn’t say such thing If I didn’t mean it. You know how your presence affects me... Fuck, I had the best weekend because I was with you.” 

“If you wouldn’t come... I don’t even wanna imagine how it would’ve been. I was struggling... So many shit happened last week and you just came to me, like a fucking hero in a romantic movie.” Eliott whispered, his breath was tickling Lucas’ lips. It was hard to focus on his words like this, but he tried to, hoping that his partner will finally tell him something. “I think that was when I decided to jump into this.” he added with a soft smile, lips slowly brushing over Lucas’. 

Their kiss was slow, exploring first. Lucas was holding onto Eliott’s shirt, pulling him as close as possible, while the tall boy had his hands on the other’s face, cupping it gently as he kissed him with more passion. They didn’t needed a whole minute to lose it, Lucas suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, one of his legs lifted by Eliott who pressed his body on him completely. He wrapped his arms around his neck, enjoying the wild, needy kiss. It was like they were drowning, gasping for the last drops of oxygen in each other. 

Lucas grabbed Eliott’s hair, pulling it just a little as he leant back into the kiss, making sure it’s him who leads. The tall boy let him do what he wanted, still holding up his leg by the thigh, fingers gripping into his flesh. Long minutes passed when they broke the kiss, wheezing, cheeks red, lips swollen, eyes sparkling with happiness and lust. They laughed, freely, carelessly. Eliott started playing gentle kisses on the younger one’s neck. 

“I hate this shirt.” he mumbled, pulling away the material from Lucas’ neck. “You should be wearing one that is more loose... especially around the neck area. That’s my favorite.” he whispered into his skin, making the boy shiver. 

“It’s your fault that I’m wearing this one... you shouldn’t be leaving marks on such obvious places.” Lucas mumbled, trying to hold into the last sane part of his mind. Eliott giggled, licking the boy’s jawline before placing a soft kiss on the lips. 

“I guess you have no idea what you got yourself into when you agreed on being with me.” he said smirking, stroking the other’s face gently. 

“Probably not.” Lucas mumbled, hands running up and down on the tall boy’s back. His heart was racing, he wanted more, but their classes will start soon. 

“We have one more meeting today.” Eliott said with a playful smile on his face. “How about lunch time?”

“I can’t... I gotta spend time with the boys.” the short boy whispered, still holding into Eliott’s shirt, not wanting to let him go. It was so nice to be back in his arms, enjoying his kisses, his smell. 

“Text me when you wanna meet up then.” he said softly, placing a quick, but gentle kiss on the other’s lips. “I will be free whenever you want me to be.”

“Stop being so cheesy.” Lucas said, gently pushing Eliott’s chest. The tall boy laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling it up to his lips, kissing his knuckles one by one. Lucas gasped, not expecting this at all. 

“See you later, little hedgehog.” he said, winking at the short boy before leaving the bathroom. Lucas felt like he’s drowning in emotions. Eliott was like a huge ocean wave to his poor heart, pouring feelings over him then backing out flawlessly. He slowly slid down on the wall, trying to get his shit together before his class starts. 

It was wednesday, Lucas was chilling in the common room with the girls, trying to study for english class. He was sitting on the couch, crossed legs, frowning at the pages of his textbook. The girls were talking about something, he wasn’t really listening, since he tried to focus on the letters in front of his eyes, but his head perked up when he heard Eliott’s name. 

“So this girl said that she spent the saturday at Eliott’s, can you believe?” Daphné said with that enthusiastic tone she always used when they were on a good gossip. 

“Come on, you can’t just believe some random chick, Daphné.” Alexia said, rolling her eyes. She looked cute today, hair braided into two locks. “Eliott weren’t even in school last week, he probably had his girlfriend at his place.” 

“He has a girlfriend?” Emma asked, now being interested in the topic.

Lucas swallowed, trying to act like he’s still reading, but he was actually listening carefully to what the girls say. He was glad that they had no idea that Eliott was actually interested in boys too, or that the person he spent the weekend with was right there with them in the common room. 

“Can we just talk about something else?” Imane said suddenly, looking up from her chemistry book. She seemed to be really annoyed by this topic.

Lucas was clearly amused, he wouldn’t mind to listen to this silly talk for longer, but sadly the girls switched back to talking about vacations. The small boy sighed, trying to focus on his english studies when his phone lit up on the table in front of him with a little buzz. He got excited, thinking it is a new message from Eliott, but he was surprised to see a notification.

sofalaoui started following you

He raised a brow, clicking on the profile, it was actually private, but he noticed the familiar face on the profile picture. He smiled softly, remembering that he allowed Eliott to talk to his friends about them. He felt like since they were in a different school and also promised not to tell it to Imane, it was safe. Plus his soft and handsome partner was really happy about it, Lucas knew he needed someone to talk about them. He startled a little when the phone buzzed in his hand, he opened the message he got.

sofalaoui Hey, Lucas! It’s me, Sofiane I know this is really random, but you wanna come to the gym with me tomorrow?

lucallemant To the gym? 

sofalaoui It’s not an actual gym, more like a Youth Center, I work there

lucallemant Why don’t you ask Idriss to go with you? 

sofalaoui He has plans for tomorrow and I wanted to practice But I don’t like going alone

lucallemant Practice?

sofalaoui Yeah, I’m dancing, since 10 years now

lucallemant That’s pretty impressive

sofalaoui So you’re coming?  I’ll send you the address

lucallemant Yeah, sure I am free tomorrow afternoon, Eliott is busy with a project

sofalaoui Great! See you tomorrow then

lucallemant Yeah, see you

Lucas smiled, putting away his phone. It was weird, but also kinda flattering that Eliott’s friend wanted to spend time with him, like he was also part of their little group. He found it extra relaxing that Sofiane knew about him and Eliott, so he had a clue that Lucas is gay, and he still wanted to go to the gym with him. That was something the boy could never imagined happening. He was glad that Eliott had such accepting and kind friends. He wished he could be sure that the gang would be the same if they’d known. 

On Thursday Luas was both nervous and excited. He got a message from Sofiane, the address of the place where he was working. He got on the bus, holding onto the straps of his backpack the whole time. He packed shorts, a grey shirt and a pair of sport shoes. He wasn’t sure what they’re going to do, but he needed some exercise anyways. He only moved his body when he was in gym class and that wasn’t enough for such a young body. He was wondering if Eliott used to come here too. He didn’t really look like someone who’s been working out, he had a nice body, but not much muscles. Not like Lucas was so different, but he couldn’t picture his soft partner lifting weights or using a treadmill.

He got off the bus, walking to the address. The building looked nice, but it was really more of a Youth Center than an actual gym. Graffities on the walls, very artistic ones actually. He could imagine Eliott doing those with no doubt. Sofiane was waiting outside, being handsome and good looking as usual. He was wearing navy blue jeans and a grey hoodie. His face lit up as he noticed Lucas walking towards him, a beautiful smile spreading on it. He could kill people with that damn smile. 

“Hey!” he said excitedly and when the short boy got close enough he pulled him in a bone-crashing hug. Lucas gasped for air, patting the back of the other. 

“Hey! Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” he mumbled honestly. Sofiane let him go and laughed.

“I’m sorry, the guys keep telling me to stop hugging people.” he said softly, smile brighter than the sun itself. Lucas was totally stunned by this guy, not just handsome, but also kind, gentle and the biggest dork he’s even seen. 

“It’s okay.” the small boy said, smile appearing on his face. It was hard not to smile when Sofiane was being so damn adorable. 

“Let’s go inside.” he said, walking towards the entrance. Lucas followed him without any questions. 

The building looked nice, lot’s of space, paintings and pictures on the walls. He could swear that one of the arts belonged to his lovely partner. Sofiane walked to a locker room with him, it was small with a bunch of lockers in it, one door leading to probably the showers. He put down his backpack on one of the benches next to the lockers. Lucas did the same, but he felt nervous now, since it seemed like he has to change clothes in front of this perfect looking guy. With Eliott he had no problem being just in underwear, but this case was a bit different. He took a deep breath which made Sofiane to look at him.

“Oh, damn. You want me to leave? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.” he said, basically reading the young boy’s mind. 

“That would be great.” he admitted with a shy smile.

“Okay, I’ll wait outside.” he smiled gently and walked out of the room, leaving there his backpack.

Lucas took a deep breath, taking out his “gym outfit” from his bag. He took off his clothes, changing into the more comfortable ones. He was already putting on his shoes when Sofiane knocked on the door, then peeking in a little, smiling still like the ball of sunshine he was. 

“Ready?”

“Yeah, you can come in.” Lucas said softly, being a little nervous in his stupid outfit, He wasn’t sure what he should be wearing, so he just ended up with the stuff he wore on gym class.

Sofiane walked inside and without any warning he started to take off his clothes, changing into more comfortable ones too. Lucas had to look away, it was really too much for him at once and he wasn’t sure that he can survive seeing this guy just in briefs. After a few minutes he turned back, seeing that now the boy was fully dressed, wearing grey sweatpants and a really tight blue tank top.

“We can go now.” he said smiling, leaning down to roll up his pant leg on the right side up to his knee. “Maybe start upstairs with a little exercise. Then I can show you some dance moves.” he said, Lucas choked on air.

“You want me to dance?” he asked, eyes widen in disbelief.

“Yeah, of course.” he said smirking, grabbing the boys wrist and pulling him upstairs where all the gym stuff was.

They spent an hour doing squats, jogging on the treadmill, lifting some weights and even doing pushups. Lucas was totally done by the end of the exercise, laying on the lifting bench under some lights weight Sofiane put on for him. His hair was wet, falling into his face, his body was shaking, but it kinda felt good. He haven’t thought that working out can be such an enjoyable thing, but it actually was, especially with such a sweet company as Sofiane. He was always there to help him, teasing him even. Lucas felt like they’ve been friends forever, it was so natural being around him, talking about school and stuff. 

“You okay?” Sofiane asked, leaning over him as he tried not to die on the spot. The boy still had that bright smile on his face, it looked like someone just glued it there.

“I’m gonna die.” Lucas mumbled, trying to control his heavy breathing. 

“Let’s take a short break then. You will need your energy for the dancing.” he said smirking, while Lucas let out a whimper. 

“I don’t wanna dance.” 

“It will be fine. I’m going to help you.” the older boy said softly, squeezing Lucas’ shoulder before he walked away, probably to get a drink. 

The short boy slowly sat up, taking a deep breath. He decided to go to the lockers, just to see if anyone called or texted him. They were so busy in this one hour that he totally forgot to bring his phone to the gym room with him. When he checked the screen he wanted to punch himself in the face. Three missed calls and five unread messages from Eliott. He totally forgot to tell him that he’s going to the Youth Center with Sofiane.

srodulv This project is killing me, my head hurts You have time to talk? Are you mad at me?  Why don’t you pick up your damn phone?  Lucas? 

He swallowed, feeling extra guilty for making Eliott worry about him again. He thought that he won’t have much time to talk anyways because of the project. Well he was really wrong. He should have known that this romantic bastard can’t last for thirty minutes without talking to Lucas. Which was actually super sweet.

lucallemant I’m so sorry. Don’t freak out I’m at the Youth Center with Sofiane And no, I am not mad, but I forgot my phone in the locker room 

srodulv What are you doing with Sofiane?!

lucallemant He texted me yesterday if I can come And I said yes

srodulv I’m going there

lucallemant What? No Why would you come here? 

srodulv Is there anyone else in the building? 

lucallemant No, it’s just me an Sofiane

srodulv Then I’m coming

lucallemant Eliott!!

Lucas walking up and down in the locker room waiting for a reply, but after five minutes he decided to look for Sofiane. He stepped out to the hall when he heard the music, bursting loud in the empty building. He followed the sound, finding himself at the doorstep of a dance room, one of the walls was covered in mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. Lucas recognized the song, it was Ghost Town by Adam Lambert. He wanted to roll his eyes, knowing that Eliott’s friends are just like him when it comes to cheesy music, but then he saw how Sofiane was dancing to the melody. 

His eyes widened seeing the flawless moves, not breaking the rythm for a second. Sofiane had full control over his body, knowing which part of it should he move in the following moments. He was totally impressed. When the boy said he’s dancing since 10 years he wasn’t expecting anything like this. When he thought about dancing it was either that silly jumping up and down he saw at parties or the slow dancing people did in balls and romantic movies. This was something different, modern and athletic. 

“Okay, that’s enough.” he suddenly heard a familiar voice and long fingers slid on his face, covering his eyes. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him to a warm chest he knew so well. He sighed, leaning his back to Eliott, smiling softly.

“Hey there.” he muttered with so much love in his voice it was basically disgusting. 

“I should be punishing you right now.” Eliott whispered into his ear, biting it softly, which made the boy let out a soft moan. The music was still going on the background, so Sofiane didn’t witness this. Good, because I would die of embarrassment. 

“But why?” he asked innocently, it was really flattering to know that Eliott was so jealous he came all the way here. 

“You know exactly why.” he kept whispering and even with the loud music playing, Lucas got goosebumps from it. “I don’t like that you are checking out another guy. You are mine.” he bit Lucas’ earlobe, sucking it a little before letting it go. He still had his left hand on the boy’s eyes, but Lucas had nothing to complain about, he loved to be pressed to Eliott, feeling his hands on him.

“I wasn’t checking him out, Eliott. He just have impressive skills.” he said, chuckling a little. This guy was so unbelieveable sometimes.

“Yeah, and also abs.” he could feel the bitterness in the tall boy’s voice which amused him even more. “Can you just not...” suddenly the music stopped and Lucas heard footsteps coming to their way. He slowly pulled Eliott’s hand away from his eyes which made the other boy letting out a grumpy sound. Sofiane was stading in front of them now, smiling brightly, like always.

“Eliott, I didn’t know you’re coming too.” he said excitedly. “I was about to find Lucas to teach him some dance moves.” he explained.

“Yeah, thanks, but I will take him home for now.” Eliott said, voice a bit sharp. Lucas squeezed his hand gently, intertwining their fingers. Calm down, I’m here with you. 

“You always ruin the fun.” Sofiane pouted, looking at the short boy, hoping that he will say that he wants to stay. Great, how did I end up in a situation where I have to choose between two hot guys? 

“I have no intentions to ruin anything... but Lucas is mine.” he said seriously, pulling the boy even closer to himself. Sofiane chuckled, rolling his eyes at his friend’s behavior. 

“You have nothing to be jealous about. You know that I like someone and that person is not your lovely boyfriend.” he said smiling, winking at Lucas. That is not helping, fuck. 

“I’m not jealous.” Eliott said, leaning his chin on Lucas’ shoulder, breathing slowly. “Fuck, I’m jealous.” 

Lucas and Sofiane chuckled. The short boy raised his hand that wasn’t holding Eliott’s and slid his fingers into the boy’s messy hair, playing with it. Sofiane watched them with happiness and amusement on his face. He seemed to be glad that his friend has someone that is being so caring and soft with him. Lucas couldn’t deny that with Eliott, he turned into a stupid, smiley idiot, heart fluttering in his chest. 

“Let’s go home then.” Lucas said softly, planting a gentle kiss on his big child of a partner. Eliott’s face was lighting up in seconds now, wide smirk spreading on it, catching the short boy’s lips for a longer, passionate kiss. 

“Okay, love birds, I’m going back to training. Just don’t have sex here, pretty please.” Sofiane said playfully, which made Eliott show him his middle finger while still kissing Lucas. 

Music started to play again and they finally break apart, smiling at each other fondly. Lucas put his hands on Eliott’s face, caressing it with his thumbs. He could never get enough of this guy, every kiss was like diving into the ocean of feelings then coming to the surface victoriously. Eliott leant down, biting on his bottom lip, pulling it a little, then letting go. He giggled, feeling his face heating up. This was so incredible, so special. 

“We should leave before I do something we both would regret.” Eliott mumbled in the short boy’s soft, swollen lips. Lucas looked into his eyes, only nodding, because he wasn’t able to form understandable words at the moment. 

Lucas managed to text Manon that he will be home late before he and Eliott got into the apartment, kissing wildly. They spent two hours on the couch, making out while listening to soft music in the background. Clothes were kept on just for safety. If any of them started to undress, they would’ve end up in bed, probably not leaving it until the morning and they had school tomorrow. 

It was hard to separate once again, but the thought of seeing each other the next day made things easier. Eliott only walked him out of the building, standing in the doorway with a soft smile. The short boy couldn’t resist, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a gentle kiss before walking away, leaving Eliott behind with wet lips and a dazzled look on his face. He was smiling like an idiot on his way home. 

When he entered the flat, Lisa and Mika was sitting on the couch, watching some stupid tv show. Manon was probably sleeping in her room already. He tried really nicely ask his flatmates to go and fuck off of his couch. Since he couldn’t have his own room or bed, he had all the rights to take over his couch whenever he wanted. When Mika or Lisa tried to complain he kindly reminded them that they were the ones making him sleep here, so they can’t say shit. 

When he was finally alone in the living room, he switched channels to watch some criminal series. He kept his phone close to him and only left for a quick shower. He didn’t got any messages, but it was fine. Eliott was probably back to working on his project. All Lucas knew about it that he tried to get into cinematography, making movies in the future. He was amazed by the fact that he was dating such an ambitious and incredible human being. 

Friday went on really slow, Lucas got a message early in the morning from Eliott that he is not really feeling well. He got worried, asking if he should come over, but the boy said he’s going to be fine, just needs a little rest, that’s all. Of course that didn’t make the short one less worried. He had an english test just before lunch break and he barely could focus on the questions, his mind was going around Eliott all day. He really wanted to see how he was doing, making sure he’s eating and drinking enough. It was a terrible weather lately, so he probably catched some stupid sickness that is going around in the school. Lots of students disappeared this week, coughing, nose dripping, all of them got sick. It was just that time of the year that spared no one from this bullshit. 

After classes Daphné walked to him when he was packing out from his locker. She had her hair let down with a pink hairband in it, she was wearing her bordeaux coat, a light red scarf wrapped around her neck. She seemed to be really excited, kissing the boy on the cheeks as she greeted him. Lucas smiled at her softly. 

“What’s up, Daphy?” he asked.

“See, I was wondering... You remember that Eliott offered to repaint the mural, right?” she asked excitedly, which Lucas answered with a nod, not knowing where she is trying to go with this conversation. “So, I wanted to ask you to... maybe talk to him about it? You know that I get nervous around him and you are also a guy, so he won’t suspect anything...” she said, blushing a little. Lucas wanted to tell her the truth that Eliott is taken and that she should stop crushing on him, but he couldn’t destroy Daphy’s fantasies. 

“Listen, Daphy... You know I am not a fan of that guy. First of all you should stop crushing on him, you can find yourself a much better guy.” he said, softly squeezing the girl’s shoulders. “And second, I think he was just joking when he said that. The dude is not that generous to help us in the common room. He didn’t even come there since the very first meeting.” he continued, looking at her seriously. He tried to be convincing, though he had no idea if Eliott was lying or not about the mural. 

“Yeah... you must be right.” she sighed, trying to hide her disappointment. Lucas pulled her in a gentle hug, rubbing her back.

“Don’t be sad, Daphy. If you need help, I can gather up the boys and we can paint the damn mural, okay?” he offered softly which made the girl smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, Lucas.” she said, kissing him on the cheek again before walking away. 

He spent his friday afternoon and saturday morning worrying about Eliott. The boy didn’t reply to his messages, the last sign of him was an insta story, a screenshot of spotify. He was listening to Goner by Twenty One Pilots. He had no idea Eliott knew that band, he liked them a lot personally. But that was the only sign of him during the weekend. It was slowly killing him that he didn’t know what is going on with him. He wanted to make sure that Eliott eats, sleeps, drinks. He wanted to be next to him, cuddling as he falling asleep. 

It was getting late, almost 20:00 on saturday when Lucas just got sick of the radio silence. He told Manon that he goes on a walk, putting on his shoes and jacket, leaving the flat as quick as possible. He got on the bus, luckily catching one as he arrived to the stop. His legs were bouncing as he sat down, waiting to get to the right place. He needed to see Eliott, even if it’s just a glimpse. 

He walked towards the building with a weird pain in his chest, not knowing what to expect. Maybe Eliott will send him home, not wanting Lucas to catch whatever sickness he had, maybe he will let him in and they can spend the night together. He wasn’t sure. He was almost there, passing by a tree when he saw the door opening, for some reason he hid behind that tree, peeking out to see who is coming out. He gasped for air when he saw Eliott, wearing a black leather jacket over his hoodie, smiling. He was confused for a second but then another person followed him through the door. 

Lucas felt like he’s going to faint right then and there. It was a girl, around the same height as Eliott, wearing a long, grey coat over her short, black skirt and brown blouse. Her hair was short, barely touching her shoulders, with light curls in it. She barely wore any makeup, but she was stunningly beautiful. Eliott laughed when she said something and wrapped his hand around her shoulders, pulling her closer as they walked away to the opposite direction where Lucas was. 

He leant his back to the tree, looking away from them, trying to hold back his tears. He couldn’t believe Eliott lied to him. He lied so he could be with this girl... probably his actual partner. His girlfriend. The world around him seemed to fall apart, his vision was fading, getting blurry from the tears. He was gasping for air as he slid down to the ground, grabbing his hair. Then as a lightning struck, his phone started to buzz in his pocket. He didn’t wanted to check, but hoped that it can distract him from what was happening in his head now. He got a message from an unknown number, it was no text, just a photo. A photo of him kissing Eliott.