#anywho this is not about him this is about this boy :)

[lemonlover1110]

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Your boys want to pamper you for Valentine's day

Warnings: Fluff

*A day late but anywho!! A little fluff before updating bonds of fruition🥹

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Toji has never gone all out for Valentine’s day, but it seems that his little guy is a romantic. Little Megumi insists on pampering his mommy on the very special holiday. 

First thing in the morning, the four-year-old wakes up Toji to help with breakfast; in other words, Megumi wakes Toji up to cook while the child takes all the credit. Toji, who can’t even properly boil an egg, is forced to make the best breakfast of his life.

Then Toji has to set up a tray with the breakfast, some flowers and a card. The man won’t even mention the chocolates and teddy bear that he has to give you after you’re finished with breakfast. Toji doesn’t even know how Megumi found out about the holiday, but the little guy wants to go all out. He doesn’t know what you told the child, but Megumi took it to heart.

“Mommy, wake up. It’s Valentine’s day.” Megumi enters your bedroom, finding you asleep on the bed. Toji follows behind him, holding the tray with your questionable breakfast.

“Five more minutes…” You mutter, only for Megumi to come by your side and poke you. The little guy calls out your name until you’re forced to sit up. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, mommy.” Megumi says, climbing  onto the bed and wrapping his tiny arms around you. You can’t help but be a little upset that he’s woken you up so early, but his warm hug makes up for all his faults.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Megumi.” You answer, kissing the top of his head. Toji clears his throat, reminding you that he’s standing there with a tray. You pick up Megumi and set him down on Toji’s side of the bed, making way for the tray.

“Happy Valentine’s day, my love.” Toji finally gets to say it, followed by a sweet kiss. You repeat the same words back to him, before your eyes land on the beautifully decorated tray– The food looks out of place though.

“Oh the flowers are so beautiful.” You comment, and Megumi quickly takes credit, exclaiming,

“I picked them!”

Toji rolls his eyes, quickly arguing back, “Well, I bought them.”

“Thank you, my loves.” You tell them, ruffling Megumi’s hair and kissing Toji’s cheek. 

“I cooked breakfast too.” Toji adds, wanting to one-up the child. Toji knows that he wouldn’t go all out if it weren’t for Megumi, but Toji can’t help but take all the credit. The last thing he wants is for a snot-nosed child to take all the credit for his hard work.

“I helped!” Megumi claims, and you praise him. Perhaps a little jealousy seeps into Toji since the man isn’t getting praised for what he did, which is the majority of the work.

“Let me read the card.” You grab the card from the tray, and as soon as you open it, you see that it’s signed by both of your boys. However, Toji made it his mission to make his name huge, while Megumi’s is miniscule.

You swiftly look at Toji, who shrugs as he reads your mind.

Sure, Megumi came up with the idea but Toji made it all happen. That’s why he’ll make sure to take the credit.

[ihaznoclue]

Just recently came across your blog and saw requests were open again! I especially love the Sonic fics in the movieverse.

I’ve seen scenarios where there was a teen!Wachowski and is essentially a sibling to them. I thought it would be cute for something like Sonic, Knuckles, and maybe even Shadow (he’d have joined the family, obviously) acting protective brothers over their human sibling since they’re not nearly as strong or durable. Any scenario would do, though I can’t help but think of if it involved dating someone and they would react like: are they cool enough? Are they strong enough? Are they working for G.U.N.???

Anywho, if you get to this, I would like to see how you write it out. Thanks!

Omg yes I was thinking about something like this and I'm all for it!

Pairings -> Sonic the Hedgehog, Kunckles the Echidna, Shadow the hedgehog x Sibling Reader (platonic)

Warnings -> None

Note -> Them being protective over their human older sibling

Genre -> Fluff

Sonic The Hedgehog

I feel like he will be the less protective one out of the three of them

He would probably ask a lot of questions though to get some information about them if you were dating someone

But in all seriousness I feel like he would help you

Since he thinks he's the most romantic guy out there

Sonics just a goof, a dork

"You have a what!?" Sonic screamed out which made you quickly cover his mouth as you shushed him

"Be quiet Sonic, Mum and Dad doesn't know yet, dad would probably freak out if I told him now" You spoke out

Sonic moved you hand as he was awe "Aww you told me before anyone else?" Sonic was so happy that you told him

"But in all seriousness, what are they like?" Sonic asked "Are they cool? Sporty? Popular?"

"Woah calm down, I will tell you everything, just don't tell the other though, I'll tell them myself soon"

"Tell me the details Sib"

Knuckles The Echidna

He would be the protective one besides Shadow

Like he doesn't want your heart to be broken by a weakling

But you reassure him that this person was really sweet and wouldn't do anything to hurt you

"A what now?" Knuckles asked, Knuckles wasn't quite familiar with the term partner so you explained it to him in a simple way

"A partner is where me and that people are together in a relationship where we love each other" You explained to him hoping he would get it

Knuckle just nodded, his face still in a frown while his arms was crossed against his chest

"Are they strong enough to protect you, If not then they are not worthy of your kindness" Knuckles huffed

You just rolled your eyes "I hope they are, but please Knuckles they are really sweet and wouldn't let anything happen to me I promise"

"Have you told the others" Knuckles asked

"I did tell Sonic, but later I will tell Shadow and hope that goes well"

"You should tell him now"

Shadow The Hedgehog

Oh boy

This was going be a long conversation with you and Shadow

Shadow was quite the grumpy and protective type

You knew he was gonna ask questions about them anyway

"Hey Shads" You greeted him while he was sitting down the comfy couch

"Hey" He gruff, as he watched the TV in front of him, "I need to tell you something"

Shadow the turned off the TV then looked at you

"Are you hurt?"

"No! no I'm not I just need to speak to you about something"

"That is?"

"I have a partner"

His ear flicked at that word, he was then processing what you just said than it finally clicked

"You mean that you are in a relationship with someone?"

You nodded "Yep" Nervously sweating

"Are they secretly working for G.U.N? Are they strong enough to protect you? What if they hurt you later in the future?"

"Woah slow down Shadow, No they don't work for G.U.N if they did then I wouldn't be with them"

Shadow stared at you then sighed

"I will be fine Shads, If anything happens I know you and the others will protect me"

-A<3

[hexb0nes]

Please Do the disbality study on jayvik / jayce and viktor separately , this me motivating you 👍👍👍

THERE IS BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTIONS - AN ANALYSIS ON LOVE & DISABILITY WITH JAYCE, VIKTOR, & JAYVIK

ok tysm anon, here it is <3 arcane season 1-2 spoilers (reclaiming the c-slur aka cripple 'cuz i am a cripple lol)

disability is one of the most important aspects in jayvik's relationship, as well as the following: how jayce interacts with disability pre- and post-'touched by the arcane', how viktor interacts with disability and his internalized ableism, and how they interact with one another in regards to disability... let's begin!

jayce - golden boy to defender of tomorrow, the costs endured

honestly, i wanna talk about jayce and disability, first. crazy, i know i know, but let's get into it. jayce has been exposed to disability for his entire life with his mother losing some of her fingers from frostbite when they were caught in the snowstorm. i believe this, combined with the talis family being blacksmiths (workplace injuries like burns and limb loss -> disabilities), allowed jayce to be one of the few people in piltover who had some compassion/understanding around disability. if you look at piltover, ESPECIALLY the scene where salo is being rolled down the stairs towards the council table in his wheelchair, it is NOT accessible and when there's physical inaccessibility, there's likely attitudinal inaccessibility. you can see it during the scene when mel is manipulating jayce into making hextech weapons and how she disregards viktor, despite him being a CO-CREATOR of hextech (could be because of his zaunite status, but i wouldn't be surprised if that was coupled with ableism).

we don't see jayce actively engage with piltover's ableism and is rather accommodating. he makes a custom crutch for viktor to use when his disease progresses, he doesn't 'other' viktor and constantly refers to him as his partner aka his equal. however, we've been shown that jayce still harbors bias, even if it's not strictly ableism. he showcases prejudice when viktor informs him that he went to the undercity and calls the people of the undercity 'dangerous', but corrects course when called out by viktor. still, it does that jayce is NOT immune to propaganda and is able to harbor ableist beliefs. as an able-bodied person in piltover, he has privilege over viktor and other disabled people, regardless if they're from piltover or zaun. that inherently makes him unable to escape the clutches of ableism.

then we get to jayce's journey through ruined piltover. ohhhh boyyyy... baby boy went THROUGH IT. falling into that hole and getting his leg utterly shattered by his hammer falling on it, jayce likely spent over a month in ruined piltover. safe to say that his leg didn't set properly and that his back injuries from the council room explosion worsened from the fall. he becomes season 1 viktor through this, trekking through the depths of zaun to the top of piltover with the same conditions viktor was born with. jayce embodies the acquired disabled experience, where someone becomes disabled after the first year of life. he struggles through a world now inaccessible to him, struggles with the pain associated with his disabilities. HOWEVER!!! there's something else related to disability that i rarely see arcane fans discuss and more so make fun of: jayce's hallucinations and PTSD, including acute psychosis.

we see jayce hallucinate during his time in ruined piltover and his erratic drawing on the hole's wall; while that's not enough to diagnose someone with psychosis, but with the add-on of the hallucinations worsening and becoming heightened after his return to the original piltover, it's safe to infer that bro's in an arcane-afflicted psychosis (the hallucinations are worsened by the arcane) from his return to after he kills viktor. sure, you can say "but the arcane!" but im talking about real world equivalence, so stfu! anywho, acute psychosis was happening and that contributed to his PTSD. given that he likely remained in ruined piltover for a month or longer, as well as what he experienced, he likely meets the criteria for PTSD. you could say that he suffers from acute stress disorder, but jayce's symptoms last longer than a month. his PTSD, the hallucinations, and the acute psychotic episode are really brushed off by the show and by us viewers. but it still is a part of jayce's character.

td;lr jayce's arc goes from being an able-bodied golden boy with privilege and security to a disabled, traumatized man who experienced a literal hellscape. his experiences in ruined piltover mimics viktor's and parallels the average experience that a person with an acquired disability faces.

viktor - from zaun to piltover, a cripple is a still a cripple

viktor, viktor, viktor... my baby boy... he goes through hell. as seen in the show, viktor possesses a disability that impacts his left leg and spine, which is later worsened by the progression of his lung disease. while his disability is congenital (i.e. born with or obtained before the first year of life), his lung disease is not; it's a product of piltover's oppression over zaun via the grey, which is later weaponized by caitlyn and her squad to hunt down jinx through the undercity. this is a classic example of environmental racism (aka the unfair distribution of environmental hazards to communities of color and low-income communities) that impacts zaun. it showcases how society disables its most vulnerable members, whether through disregard for environmental safety (i.e. piltover dumping toxic waste/trash into zaun) or militarized action (i.e. the weaponization of the grey). viktor is a product of such a society, which later fuels his goals and intentions with hextech.

viktor fights and climbs his way out of zaun and into piltover to pursue his dream as a scientist. he has so many obstacles against him beyond his disability, such as the lack of a patron and his zaunite status. we see him treated as lesser for being a disabled zaunite by many characters, such as mel and marcus. he is seen as an accessory to hemingdinger and later jayce, he is never given the respect he deserves as a scientist and an inventor. regardless of where viktor is, he's still an outcast on the basis of being zaunite and disabled. we see other disabled characters, such as sevika, from zaun where their disabilities are usually the result of surviving violence and are augmented by prosthetics; viktor is the exception to that. his disability is nothing "noble" in the eyes of zaun and something that gets in the way of "progress" in piltover. viktor has nowhere to go, no one who understands his experiences.

then we have his interactions with the hexcore. as his disease worsens and becomes terminal, viktor is confronted with morality, something that many disabled people have been forced to examine at an early age. he wants to be remembered, but his research is going in a terrible direction towards weaponization against his community and everyone seems to have forgotten him so... in his eyes, he has nothing else to lose. why not experiment with his body, to see if he can do something instead of waiting to succumb to his disease? why not use shimmer and crave those runes into his skin? why not touch the hexcore and see what happens? the hexcore offers viktor a chance of "normalcy" through arcane augmentation, but it ultimately leads to his downfall. we see it foreshadowed during the scene where viktor runs for the first time and manages to outrun a ship when his younger self couldn't even catch up with his toy boat; however, from an animation standpoint, the scene with his younger self goes from left to right (signaling progression) while the scene with his older self goes from right to left (signaling a "backpedaling").

[as a side note, that scene where viktor runs? it hit so fucking hard for me. as a disabled person with a degenerative condition, i watched myself go from playing softball and dancing to struggling to get out of bed most days. to be able to run again, to regain some strength in my body?? i would totally use the hexcore. i understand viktor's intentions with it, but... yeahh...]

soon, viktor realizes that the hexcore is bad news and asks jayce to destory it... however, jayce breaks that promise and that is MAJOR. by using the hexcore to revive viktor after the explosion, jayce disregards viktor's autonomy and wishes. when viktor awakens and finds out what happened, jayce broke his trust and faith in him; viktor believes that jayce turned him into his rio, the creature being kept alive for shimmer production(?) purposes. viktor does NOT want to be an experiment, a project forced to live against its will. for viktor, dying in the explosion was the ideal, it was a fast death and arguably a noble one. by dying in the explosion, viktor avoided succumbing to his disease. later, we see viktor realize that he's jayce's orianna (singed's daughter who he put in a stasis machine in order to revive her and make her better) and that contributes to his exchange with jayce during their fight when he was controlling the automation, "let's instead do this again as partners" and shit.

but let's back track a bit. the hexcore fusion grants viktor the ability to "heal" people and ultimately, that's viktor's greatest aspiration, to help and better the common people. however, good intentions get corrupted by the hexcore, as viktor's internalized ableism manifests. when he "heals" people, he removes them of everything he deems as imperfect. we see so when he first heals huck, the merchant from the last drop turned shimmer addict. viktor essentially beautifies him with a better hairline and hair, making him taller, and what not. everyone "healed" by viktor have their "imperfections" removed. we see so again with sky in the astral plane; regardless if she was an illusion by the hexcore or not, her imperfections are removed, such as her glasses.

this enters into eugenics territory (i.e. a set of beliefs and practices that aim to improve the genetic quality of a human population) and viktor's 'glorious evolution' goal is based in eugenics. he wants to make people perfect and believes humanity must 'evolve' in order to achieve such perfection through means of the removal of free will and the transformation into automations; there no one feels pain, no one feels sufferings, they're perfect. it's not until jayce's speech and seeing his older self that he realizes the error of his way, that suffering is key to being human and that 'perfecting' humanity leads to a dull world, one devoid of emotion and life. when viktor realizes how much jayce loves him, IN TANGENT with his disabilities, he's overwhelmed because through his whole life, he never thought such a thing was possible: to be loved for his true self by another.

viktor's experiences as a disabled person, a disabled person from a marginalized community, influence his character but it's NOT the whole focus of his character. when it comes to disabled characters, the media tends to make them one-dimensional and focuses solely on their disability. viktor, on the other hand, is such a layered character! yes, his disability plays a big role in his story, but it's simply a component of viktor as a character, not his entirety.

td;lr viktor is one of the best pieces of disabled representation in media that i have ever seen. his experiences as a disabled person and his internalized ableism guide his intentions, motivations, and goals. fusing with the hexcore corrupts his good intentions and intensifies his internalized ableism, leading to the goal of the 'final glorious evolution' by utilizing eugenics. ultimately, viktor is the product of his society, disregarded and demeaned for being disabled and zaunite when the dominant class is responsible for his suffering.

jayvik - what saved the world was newfound shared experience

now, it's jayvik time. in season one, we see that jayce is one of the few people in piltover (or in the series tbh) that is actively accommodating and proactive with disability. i'm not sure if its canon or fanon, but viktor's crutch was made by jayce; this is a subtle act of romance and love jayce gives viktor. jayce also displays protectiveness towards viktor when hemingdinger urges them to destroy the hexcore because he knew it had the potential to save and likely improve viktor's quality of life. in addition, one could argue that jayce's tendency to grasp viktor by the shoulder comes from a desire to keep him steady and stable.

at the end of season 1/the start of season 2, jayce breaks his promise to destroy the hexcore and uses it to revive viktor. when viktor awakens and finds out, he leaves. from my perspective, it's because viktor believed jayce kept him alive in the same way singed kept rio, an experiment. however, when viktor sees orianna and how singed is keeping her alive, he reveals that he's jayce's orianna and that he revived him out of love. this is a dynamic that often occurs in real life and in other media, where the caregiver or loved one of the disabled person does everything in their power to keep the disabled person alive, despite the disabled person's wishes. a good example of this is in my sister's keeper, where the mother is trying to keep her dying daughter with cancer alive, despite her not wanting to keep fighting because of the pain and loss of a normal childhood, through the use of the younger sister as a donor kid (i.e. donating bone marrow, a kidney, etc. to keep her older sister alive). it's not a healthy dynamic because it undermines the autonomy of the disabled person.

then we have the jayce vs. automation!viktor fight (honestly, it was more of a sex scene in the level of intimacy and rawness, but ANYWHO), where jayce says to viktor that his partner "died in this room", which we can take as literally and as something deeper. using the power of media literacy, we can infer that jayce is referring to viktor's personality, how viktor's true self died during the explosion alongside his body; despite viktor's confidence and comfort in an abled body (the automation, his final evolution form), jayce doesn't consider that to be the true viktor, his viktor, because viktor's disability was intertwined with viktor's being as a whole alongside personality, hopes and dreams, etc.

onto jayce's montage in ruined piltover, when he's by the fire and hallucinating, he sees mel before it fades into viktor... HOLDING HIS CRUTCH. jayce considers viktor's mobility aid as essential to viktor, a key component of viktor. we then see jayce's reaction to mage!viktor being an older man (i estimate that he was in his 50s), his shock being not only from the fact that "hey the mage who saved you and your mama was your partner, which created a bootstrap paradox and is why y'all are IN THIS FUCKING MESS!" but that was his first and only time seeing viktor old. jayce knew that viktor would likely never get to that age, unless there was a cure to viktor's disease, so this is special, this is raw.

now onto the juiciest bit, jayce's speech in the astral plane. GOD, his speech made my whole ass body shudder. he says and i quote:

You've always wanted to cure what you thought were weaknesses. Your leg. Your disease. But you were never broken, Viktor. There is beauty in imperfections. They made you who you are. An inseparable piece of everything... I admired about you.

viktor's whole 'final glorious evolution' obsession was fueled by good intentions gone wrong and mixed with internalized ableism. viktor fought so hard to climb out of zaun and make it as a scientist, only to be discarded by piltover for his disabilities. then you get these lines from mage!viktor about there being no prize to perfection and how jayce is the only one who can show him the error of his ways... it alludes to viktor's disabled experiences, his life and death as a disabled man. imperfections make humanity the way it is, robbing free will for the sake of perfection doesn't work. viktor wanted to rid suffering, but suffering makes people human; some people, disabled people, unfortunately suffer more than others, but in my personal opinion, more suffering means more of the humanity experience imbedded in you... so jayce saying there is beauty in imperfections calls out to viktor that he is human and that his disabilities contribute to his humanity. his disabilities make life harder for him, yes! but they are part of him, they guide his life just like other aspects of his life (his intellect, his zaunite background, etc.).

however, i don't think jayce would have been able to come to that conclusion/realization if he didn't fall down the hole in ruined piltover. becoming disabled himself allowed jayce to unlock something deep, as he took on a literal version of viktor's journey; shared experience. as an able-bodied person in season 1 and pre-teleporting to ruined piltover, jayce would have never been able to truly comprehend or grasp viktor's motivations, his struggles, etc. as a disabled person. but going on viktor's LITERAL life journey from the pits of zaun to the skyscrapers of piltover with his leg broken, with no one's help... that gifted jayce shared experience with viktor.

without that experience, jayce would have failed. yes, ekko's z-drive was honestly the reason why, but its cuz it bought jayce the time needed to show viktor the truth. i can guarantee there's a timeline that everything was the same in the events of the war, but jayce didn't have that shared experience with viktor and failed.

ultimately, disability is foundational to jayvik and their love for one another. without disability, you lose viktor's whole personhood and arc, as well as part of what makes jayvik... jayvik.

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wow, this took forever, but if you made it to this part... thank you for reading! remember to like/comment/reblog and stay awesome! and stay tuned for future disability yaps and arcane simping from yours truly!

love, bee (your local cripple and jayvik lover)

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[mewkwota]

I drew this for a little silly post elsewhere, but honestly it turned out so cute I will save it here. I am so happy that Soleiyu was actually included in Vampire Survivors, that means oh-so much to me.

Now I would like to hear the Belmont's Revenge remix if they have it pls :)

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

EVERYBODY BEHOLD THE CUTEST BOY E V E R OMG I SQUEALED, BABY MAN!!!!! NEW CYBIRD ART OF THE SILLY DROPPED THIS MORNING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY:

Link to the original post below!

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[spittyfishy]

I think this looked better in my head lol, but it was still fun!

[mbirnsings-71]

jim-

joking but I AM thinking about wings tattoos sighhh UGHH i think u gave thrm that yeahh

I did in fact give him Wing tattoos along with Grian- they have those in the WAaDW au- and Yes the tattoos are different bird themes- Yes Grian's is a parrot and Yes Jimmy's is a Canary- one day I'll draw proper refs for my au this I swear-

[giggly-squiggily]

He’s just a little guy 🥰🥰🥰

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Batman kills

At least Jason’s not the only one with a batarang to the neck after he dies, “resurrects”, and digs himself out of the earth this time around

Btw that’s Oliver Queen that attacks him first

[shaykai]

Nobody asked for these but shush, look at my little guy

[somehow-i-got-an-account]

Gosh I love boys

[forlix]

𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞・b.c.

— incurable playboy turned doting boyfriend was a character development arc nobody saw coming for christopher bang, including (especially) his frat brothers.

words・2.8k pairing・frat president!chris x gn!reader genres・fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, college!au, fuckboy!chris, boys being boys, kissing, implied sex so mdni warnings・substance use, talk of past heartbreak

a/n・here is "nobody believes you're dating" w/chan, requested by none other than my @rachalixie for my 2k event !! anny, i hope u love this fic as much as i love u; thank you for allowing me to write something so self-indulgent <3

In the deafening throes of one of Phi Mu Alpha’s spring kickbacks, Minho finds Jeongin and Seungmin standing in motionless silence by the kitchen counter. Both boys are gaping at something with an intensity that dips egregiously into the realm of creepy. He moves to pour himself a shot.

“What the fuck are you people looking at?”

Seungmin prods a pointer finger in the relevant direction. It takes a few seconds of scanning the scene for Minho to find what he’s referring to. He digs a knuckle into his eye, instantly confused by what he’s seeing. Maybe the gaping is justified.

The windows and doors have all been thrown open to invite the balmy April weather into the foyer of the frathouse. There’s a large crowd of people huddled around a long, foldable table stationed before the stairs; Jaehyun clutches a ping-pong ball between his fingers, singular eye squinted shut as he takes aim. The number of remaining solo cups dwindles rapidly, as does the players’ sobriety.

Something—someone—is missing.

Not to say “beer pong virtuoso” was one of the reasons Chris was elected frat president, but you’d think the guy had a career path in basketball with how he’s given the entire Greek life community alcohol poisoning by courtesy of two or three plastic balls alone. Minho has never known him to miss a shot, let alone miss out on a game.

Today, however, the reigning champion is only spectating, seated above the ongoing match on one of the steps of the main staircase.

A beautiful stranger is sitting beside him, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you peer at the match through the bannister.

You say something inaudible. The laugh it earns from Chris is bright enough to pick up from a few streets down. He leans in to murmur something in return, and you slide your hand over his nape to pull his mouth onto yours, light blush crawling up and over your ears. The way Chris melts into you can only be described as familiar, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, finger hooking delicately beneath your chin, grin going lopsided as your lips part—

“That’s enough,” Minho hisses, tearing his eyes away with considerable effort. “Aren’t you ashamed? Just fucking ogling.”

Jeongin shakes his head, grinning. “It’s dinner and a show. We’d be idiots not to.”

By dinner, he must mean the gallon of chocolate milk he’s been drinking from for the last hour. He now holds out said gallon with the intent to cheers. Seungmin picks up the entire handle and does the same.

Minho sighs, clinks his glass against theirs, and they throw back their respective refreshments in unison.

“Anywho.” Jeongin swipes the back of his hand over his mouth before going on. “You guys know who that is?”

Minho resurfaces with a wince, relishing in the bitter aftermath, then motions for Seungmin to give the bottle back straightaway. He arrived to the function late and he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d like to be.

Seungmin obliges Minho only after another heady swig. “No clue. Probably just another fling, no?”

“Mmm,” Jeongin hums in assent. “It’s Chris we’re talking about, after all.”

"Agreed. Case closed.”

There’s an air of finality in Seungmin’s voice—but Minho isn’t so sure.

Perhaps because he has never noticed that Chris had dimples until now; or because you fold so naturally into Chris' side after your kiss ends, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck and hand seeking out his to hold in your lap; or, most likely, because Chris' eyes seem to return to you when he looks at you, as if his gaze drifting anywhere else is but a momentary departure from where it really belongs. As if he comes home every time you come into his line of vision.

Whatever the reason, the idea coalesces in Minho’s mind, even as inebriation begins to fall over his cognitive faculties like a curtain, that the boys have got it wrong.

Jeongin utters his name, jolting him out of his trance. There’s another shot lifted halfway to Minho’s lips that hasn’t budged in minutes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Minho looks at Jeongin first, Seungmin next, then back at Chris and his stunning companion. He’s not inclined to answer the question in full, but he can in truth. A coy smile crosses his face.

“Threesome?”

Jeongin laughs hard enough to collapse onto the kitchen island. Seungmin drags a hand down his face. “Come on, man.”

In the corner of his eye, you’ve gone back to kissing again, slow and sweet and secretive. Chris' gentle hold on your jaw shields you from view but fails to hide his lovesick smile. Dimly, Minho thinks that maybe his friend has met his match.

Then, he takes four shots in rapid succession—and stops thinking altogether.

Christopher Bang’s love life is like a horror movie and romcom spliced together: a fiasco of a film to which his housemates have front row seats.

The frat’s upperclassmen live in sets of four-bed, two-bath suites comprising a small common space with a kitchen and a sitting area, sandwiched by bedrooms on either side. It is in that common space that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung often see or hear Chris stumbling home after a night out, entangled with a different attractive stranger every time—so often, in fact, that they’ve come to believe that he’s deathly allergic to anything bigger than a one-and-done hookup.

They can’t judge. In part because they’d be throwing stones from glass houses, but also because the man’s penchant for empty physicality is far from unfounded. His past self gave pieces of his heart to the wrong people, contracted first-degree burns from the guileless warmth he sought out. Now, his version of “intimacy” is less a connotation of closeness than it is a self-contradiction, for it should be impossible for so much distance to remain between two people in a single bed.

Chris hasn’t vocalized any of this. Nor have his housemates discussed it with each other. The knowledge simply exists in the air between the four of them like something akin to taboo, dipping in and out of acknowledgement depending on the circumstance.

This might be the circumstance of all time.

At around 11:40 A.M. on a Saturday, three doors in the suite open at once. Hyunjin and Changbin aren’t coincidence—the latter is coercing the former to go to the gym again—but they lift their eyes to the opposite side of the living room, and the slice of milk bread dangling from Hyunjin’s lips very nearly takes a fatal fall. Changbin manages to snatch it up with an extended hand.

Chris has just emerged from his room as well. Your silhouette follows close behind, your mouth stretching into a yawn as you massage the sleep from your eyes. You’re sporting a mesh green sweater identical to one Chris owns. They find Chris' accessories more interesting than his clothes, though: two hickeys peeking out from beneath his jaw and the base of his neck.

Chris sees Hyunjin and Changbin right away, and his expression goes utterly blank, not unlike their faces as they watch you close his door meticulously. You turn around and gasp.

The four of you stare at each other for what feels like multiple business days. At least, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chris stare at each other; your eyes dart between the men on the other side of the room and the man next to you, silently pleading for him to say something. He does not for a long while.

Then, he lunges for one of the throw pillows on the couch and flings it at Hyunjin like a shot put. It ricochets off his chest and lands on the floor rather anticlimactically.

“Distraction!” Chris yells anyways, grabbing your hand and tearing towards the exit, wild grin on his face. “Go, go, go!”

Your raucous laughter lingers even after you’ve been hauled away, accompanied by an unintelligible, breathless shout of something along the lines of my toothbrush—and then the front door clicks shut, and there are two.

Changbin and Hyunjin lock eyes, struggling to process what just happened. Hyunjin is the first to move, wandering hesitantly into the bathroom that Chris and Jisung share. Nothing about the place looks out of the ordinary.

“Well, shit,” Hyunjin says out loud.

That is, aside from the two toothbrushes slotted in the holder on Chris' side of the counter.

Something moves in the bathroom window, catching his attention. Hyunjin looks over just in time to spot you and Chris dart out onto the lawn two floors below. Chris has his arm draped over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist. Your smile is discernible all the way from here, and Hyunjin sees a perfect mirror of it on his friend’s face when Chris glances at the frathouse over his shoulder. 

Has he always had dimples?

Moments later, Changbin joins him in peering out the window. A high-pitched cackle erupts from the older boy’s lips. “Look at that idiot.”

Standing off to the left is a tiny, astonished Han Jisung, his arms full of groceries, jaw sitting squarely the grass and whites of his eyes on full display as he watches you and Chris stroll away.

Hyunjin laughs with his whole fucking body. Changbin whips out his phone and takes a picture.

When you finally breach the topic, it’s because you don’t think you can physically study for another minute—but also because, after multiple long months of fruitless sparring, your curiosity finally wins.

Your boyfriend is seated in your desk chair, feet kicked up onto your mattress with his laptop propped up on his thighs. His features have rearranged themselves into an expression of intense focus as he pores over his production homework. You can hear music blaring through his headphones from all the way here.

You uncross your legs from below you, scootch across your bed, and lift your hands to cradle his cheeks. He startles as if coming out of a trance, then begins to smile when he reads the words hi, Channie off your lips.

His headphones fall around his neck. He sets his laptop down onto your desk with a dull thunk. The next thing to drop is you when Chris seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the mattress. The somber atmosphere of your study session is shattered by your muted laughter and Chris pressing his lips to every inch of your exposed skin he can. He saves your mouth for last.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answers, but only after kissing the living daylights out of you, the syllables soft and silky with adoration. “Missed me?”

You drag your eyes from his brown irises with blown pupils to his sloping nose, from his disheveled dark locks to his cordate lips, so plush and warm against your own that you swear you still feel them there. You brush a hand over the back of his neck, your head now spinning so badly that you barely remember what you wanted to ask him.

“Always,” you say. “I was starting to feel jealous of your homework.”

He chuckles. “Shit, I’ll drop out of college right now, baby. Just say the word.”

“You’re perfect,” you hum.

“Says you,” he murmurs, nudging the tip of his nose against yours.

Your lips find each other’s again—needless to say, your study sessions aren’t known for their productivity. Some time passes before you come up for air. Even afterwards, Chris doesn’t let you go far, pulling you into his chest by the curve of your waist, nuzzling his cheek into your hairline. You only need to whisper for him to hear your question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“'Course,” he returns, and you’re close enough to sense him tighten with apprehension. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” You print a kiss to the side of his neck for extra reassurance. “It’s just…I’ve been meaning to ask how your friends feel about me.”

He tightens with something else now: surprise, you’re guessing; you’re hoping. You hadn’t seriously considered that the answer could be negative, but it’s dawning on you now that the possibility of that isn’t zero.

“Where’s this coming from?” Chris inquires, his tone opaque.

You hesitate, mentally reviewing your interactions with your boyfriend’s social circle. Hyunjin and Jisung can’t make eye contact with you when they speak to you. Minho does nothing but make eye contact with you whether he’s speaking to you or not. Jeongin and Seungmin can maintain small talk for about ten seconds before they start looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Changbin is the only one you’ve held a conversation with, and only because you were going up the same stairs at the same time and the alternative would have been mind-numbing silence.

What is the best way for you to say this?

“Well,” you begin, “I can’t help but notice that they act a little—when I’m around, they’re a bit, uh—”

“—crazy,” Chris offers. “Completely fucking bat-shit crazy.”

“Yes. Exactly that.”

Chris threads a hand through your hair, the comforting gesture doing nothing to assuage your worry. It seems there’s some truth behind your impressions. Your next words are tinged with a quiet sadness.

“I’m not imagining things, then?”

“No, angel,” he sighs. “But not for the reasons you think.”

A beat passes. Chris perceives your silence as a chance to backtrack, to opt out of this conversation if it’s one he’s not ready for. He would’ve leapt at the opportunity once.

But he realizes in that moment, with your voice gentle against his ears and your touch so doting upon his skin, how much has changed since he met you: from the color of the sky to the word home and everything in between, including his cynicism towards love and all the iterations of forever it holds. 

With that epiphany comes another, then another: he wants you to know why his friends are acting insane, wants you to know about him and his past and all the wounds of his you never know you healed, wants you to spend the rest of this forever with him.

His pointer finger dusts beneath your chin, a wordless request for you to look at him, and he nearly liquifies when you do and he finds entire constellations in your eyes. 

“It’s a lot,” he mumbles, though he suspects you know that already; he suspects you know about the other stuff, too. 

You bring your hand to the side of his face, bring your forehead to rest upon his. Your closeness washes over him like a low summer tide lapping over sandy shores, a soothing balm spreading over scorched flesh. 

“It’s you,” you breathe. “I will love it just the same.”

Chris' held breath comes out in shudders.

So this is warmth.

Minho and Felix are watching anime on the couch when a knock comes at their door, unfortunately during a pivotal moment of a pivotal episode. 

Minho hits pause with a ghastly groan. Felix laughs and rises to his feet, dashing into his room to grab the two silver necklaces he’ll be loaning out for the evening. “Coming!”

Outside, Chris is standing alone, hips and thighs accentuated by a pair of tight-fitting dress pants, sculpted chest and collarbones framed by a thin, cream-colored shirt with the top three buttons undone. Most of his hair has been pushed off his forehead, leaving a few locks free to fall over his right eyebrow. He’s rolling up his sleeves when Felix opens the door, veined forearms flexing as a result of the effort.

“Well?” He asks. Minho cranes his neck to look past Felix.

Both boys start to holler and whistle like excited macaques.

“What in the Calvin Klein is this?” Felix shouts, spinning Chris around by the shoulders. “You look insane, bro. Holy fuck.”

“What’s the occasion, young man?” Minho inadvertently sounds like a gruff uncle. “Where are you going dressed like that, huh?”

Chris' laugh comes easier nowadays. What’s more, it comes in a way that reaches the rest of him, that ends in a tiny, high squeak that you really have to look for in order to hear.

Felix and Minho can't help but replicate his smile. Those clothes look good on him, yes—but happiness looks better.

“You guys are silly,” Chris giggles. Dimples indent his cheeks as he accepts the necklaces from Felix. “Thanks, man. I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow.”

“No rush,” Felix replies, grinning. “Have fun, yeah?”

“We will.” Chris starts to retreat down the hallway, hands moving to clasp the jewelry around his neck, but not before he blows the both of them a kiss.

“Be back before ten!” Minho hollers; Chris laughs again, turns a corner, and disappears.

Felix closes the door. His smile falters fast. Minho has brought his face mere centimeters away, his expression thoroughly humorless.

“Tell me only the truth, Lee Yongbok,” he deadpans.

“O-okay—”

“Is Chris in a relationship?”

“—oh.” Felix frowns. “Well, yeah.”

Minho blanches. “How—how long?”

“One year, give or take? Anniversary’s today.”

Minho is stunned. Felix is stunned that Minho is stunned.

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clueless, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesn’t mean anything!

➼ pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader

➼ warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies 😣 i apologize to the short haired readers

➼ word count! about 1.4k

➼ author’s note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me 🫡

"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.

Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, “Yesss!

"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.

"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.

Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."

"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"

"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crush—"

"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."

"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."

"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."

Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.

"Sorry, Y/N." And of course it’s Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."

There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?

"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."

All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.

Right?

A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.

"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"

Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to kn—"

"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"

Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."

"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.” You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.

"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.

"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"

"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"

"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamoto’s) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"

"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isn’t until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.

"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.

Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."