#but i would really love to gently invite people to dislike

[flaticeball]

"mark stone, who loves hockey more than life itself and could not be kept out of it if he were capable of so much as walking up a flight of stairs short of handcuffing him to a radiator, is complicit in a years-running conspiracy to... use the cap rules as written in a completely legal way that multiple other teams have done constantly year after year, including being willing to simply miss months of games in the regular season despite his team sometimes being in a highly competitive playoff race that might see them miss the playoffs entirely. this is what i believe, because vegas is evil and everyone on it is a moustache twirling disney villain who is constantly scheming against the rest of the poor innocent league who never times things in a convenient way with the cap and playoffs and is being pushed around by the big bad evil gold team." please be so fr lmao

anyways, fuck yeah vegas w, i love you forever mark stone.

[fashionteahouse]

Hey could u do a pt2 of “don’t let me be misunderstood” of the pack warming up to her and being nice and welcoming and then they start doing double dates with all the imprints and the guys I just can’t see them being rude 😩 and Sam just taking over being a big brother ❤️

omg yes! 💜 btw i’m super glad you guys liked this story! hope you enjoy :)

don’t let me be misunderstood part 2 - embry x reader

<<part 1

Embry brought you around more. You were appreciative. You got to know the goofy side of the boys that you once disliked. Surprised at their amazing sense of humor, you often found your ribs and stomach hurting from laughing too much. They were so easy to get along with. You didn’t know they were dealing with their own rumors. The term of “hurt people, hurt people” was definitely stuck in the back of your mind.

One day, thinking you were going to spend the day at the beach with only Embry, you saw the pack there. Sensing your hesitance, he takes your hand and gently squeeze it.

“They asked me to bring you.” he says and that’s how you all got into a game of beach volleyball.

They even included you in on discussions, not letting you sit there as if you didn’t exist. The imprints started asking you about yourself and would invite you to come help them out in the kitchen.

Finally a day with no patrol holding them down, Sam suggests that everybody goes out as a treat to themselves.

Embry noticed the upright in your mood, wrapping his arm around you with a grin as he held you close.

The imprints were talking about what they were going to wear and Kim pipes in, “Let’s get ready at my house.”

Just to be safe, you had your mind set on getting ready at your place. As the girls were leaving out, they waited on you, looking at you expectantly.

“Y/N, are you coming?” Emily asks.

“Oh! Yeah, here I come.” you said and said goodbye to Embry.

Kim let you pick out a nice skirt of hers to wear out.

“Embry’s going to crazy.” she says as she inspects how the nicely fitted skirt hung onto you.

“Thanks.” you say sheepishly as the other girls check you out and offer their own compliments.

Arriving at the dinner date, the boys were there waiting for their imprints. Already sat at the table, you sit next to Embry and he gifts you a kiss on the neck.

“You look really good.” he whispers to you. You look at him with a growing blush that’s spreading across your facial features, replying with, “Thank you. You look great too.”

“Awww love birds.” you hear Leah say and you tilt your head down and laugh as the rest of the table laugh as well.

It was a great time. You had a great time. They treated you no different than anybody else.

You looked at Sam Uley very differently. He became more protective of you. Embry was protective as it already was, but, Sam would holler at the boys if they tried to play rough, say a banter that was meant to be just a joke, he didn’t care. He watched over you like a hawk.

One day as you were leaving school, a girl who still made time to pick with you, bumps you and makes you trip. Listening to the people laugh was bringing back memories that you worked so hard to move past from.

“You think that’s funny? I know your parents so now it will be my turn to laugh.” you hear a familiar voice say as the laughing stops and the girl who tripped you looks at him bug eyed.

Sam helps you up and helps you dust yourself off. You’re about to leave until Sam holds onto your arm still. You look up at him confused.

“Tell her you’re sorry.” he ordered the girl in front of both of you.

She drops her folded arms and bite her lip, due to embarrassment.

“Sorry.” she says to you.

With Sam promising you an after school snack from Emily, he drives you home.

“You didn’t have to do that Sam.” you say to him.

“I did. You’re family.” he says to you.

You looked at the authoritative figure. Extremely grateful for his actions, when you both get out of the car to go inside, you hug him tight. He just smiles and rub your back.

[nemolfc]

𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨.

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝�� 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡��𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

If there's one thing Y/N disliked with passion, it was interviews, any kind of interviews.

Being hailed as one of the top ballerinas was an honor, she never took it for granted and always strived to better herself with every show she performed in - the world loved her and she loved to give back through the art of performing, and it was because that, she had met the love of her life ... Cristiano Ronaldo, the Portuguese star of Real Madrid.

It's one thing to find love, yet it's an entirely other thing if it was the person you had an affinity for most of your life.

Y/N was a die hard fan of Los Blancos - however, she'd worked so hard to conceal that so as to not appear weird in front of others, all the while she made sure to attend every match, be it for la liga or the champions league.

It never occurred her that the man she adored so much admired her dancing yet according to him, he admired how hardworking she was and how it reminded him of himself, small dinner dates here and there lead to a beautiful relationship forming a year later.

Contrast to the misconception people had of him, Cristiano had been nothing but sweet and attentive for her, and while she too had recieved a substantial amount of hate with some claiming that she's using him for fame and wealth, it seemed to not affect him seeing as he had told her that he knew her, the real her.

Nearing their two year anniversary, Cristiano was invited to be on the cover of GQ magazine and had worked his way into it becoming a joint cover for the two of them, along with an interview which would help. set the record straight in regards to their relationship.

The questions were fairy typical and tame, how do they go about with their routines? why they chose their respective careers? and what do they hope to accomplish in the near future, Y/N was visibly nervous however Cristiano had tried his best to silently reassure her by grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently while he continued to answer questions, and as they neared halfway through their interview, the questions had shifted into another direction.

" Y/N, have you always known the magnitude of Cristiano's fame? and how well known he was as a football player? "

Y/N smiled, then nodded before giggling. " Well, no one is blind to how impactful he's been as a Real Madrid player and a player for his national team? to me, that's one of the many things I admire about him, he's passionate about football, the same way I'm passionate about ballet "

" Did he turn you into a football fan? "

Y/N's face grows warm, " I am actually a football fan way before I met him "

" Really! " Cristiano raised a brow.

" Listen, I've kept this hidden so as to not appear weird but I am obsessed with football, I mean I'm Spanish and I was raised in a football loving household, so it wasn't hard not to fall in love with the sport and what it stands for " Y/N giggles.

" How come you've never told me that? " Cristiano wonders.

" It never came up " Y/N shrugs.

A few more questions later, and another question pops up that definitely embarrassed her.

" Y/N, who's your celebrity crush? "

Y/N hides her face which made Cristiano chuckle, " It's ok, I won't be mad "

" That's the thing " Y/N laughs softly, " My celebrity crush is the man I'm in love with "

Cristiano laughs, " Is that so? "

" Yes, I'm a fan after all " Y/N shrugs with a grin.

Once the interview wrapped up, they return home to rest before stepping out for dinner and that's when Cristiano asked her, " You had a crush on me huh? " he wraps his arms around her from behind.

Y/N smiles, " A big crush, that's why it was hard for me to be outspoken around you "

" Well to be fair " Cristiano chuckles, " I had a big crush on you as well, and here we are "

" I love you " Y/N smiles.

" I love you too " Cristiano kisses her cheek.

[jacely]

Was thinking “hey :) what a fun idea it would be to participate in the Vesuvia Weekly!” so… here i am. + maybe some Fallon lore?

The Arcana Main 6 x Fallon dynamics

Asra: Such pure best friends it’s insane. They are one and the same, sharing clothes, a bed, food, friends. Fallons family has even pretty much adopted them into the family. it’s not unoften to hear them switch between calling eachother “friend” and “sibling/sister”. Asra = worlds best wingman, as well. they just have a very simple, chill friendship. If they are in the same room together then they are probably cuddling or having a deep talk about the Arcana. “Damn… you really stole my bitch.” -Asra, probably, to Nadia. they bond over how much they don’t like Lucio and how much they love Nadia. Definitely eachothers pillar. They know eachothers brain like it’s their own.

Nadia: Incredibly compatible (as well as in love). there’s a strong understanding between the two of them when it comes to status and the work that comes with it. they experience a lot of the same insecurities and problems. competitivity, constant striving to be better, dealing with royalty, building a city/country back from ruins. Fallon knows exactly when to offer help, to give her space, or when to pull her away from her work to give her a break when it’s needed. they both struggle with trust issues and seemingly the weight of the entire world on their shoulders, Nadia admires Fallons optimism through it and Fallon cherishes Nadia’s clear mind and problem solving. There is the fear of falling back into a coma for Nadia while Fallon has the fear that death will randomly decide it wants her soul back, leading them to many late night talks and rationalizing of their fears and comfort. there’s just a perfect balance of give and take in this relationship, one always willing to pick up where the other is falling behind. The relationship is well-communicated, comfortable, and supporting. it’s rare for people of their backgrounds to find someone that fully understands them, but fortunately for them, they’ve struck gold. Even if they didn’t work out as lovers (which… they definitely DO end up working out) they would still be the best of friends.

Julian: drinking buddies. Julian suffered through Fallons original disliking of him… he BROKE into her SHOP. Who is going to pay for the damages ?!?! but they ended up getting close during the whole devil fiasco. if Julian is up on a table dancing and singing… Fallon is probably on the next table doing the same thing (but better singing). anytime they go out they almost always end up sprawled on the palace steps, eventually discovered by a bemused countess. Julian genuinely does get better when it comes to his

‘self-sacrifice problems’, thanks to Fallon and very stern Portia and Nadia. He’s such a fun and great dude! they do need a lot of breaks from each other, though. they both have their own struggles, and are definitely not the type of friendship where they talk to eachother abt them. invite eachother out for parties or sleepovers with the friends, but unlikely to go to eachother when it’s a rough mental health night.

Muriel: complicated. they both struggle with the trauma associated to killing and harming others, but they deal with it in such different ways that it ends up being a rift instead. Fallon enjoys Muriel, he reminds her of her brother (height AND broodiness), she wants to sit and gently bring him out of his shell! She has the knowledge of how to deal with such introverted people (her line of past work often required it), and is confused when Muriel still seems to shut her out, she keeps trying nonetheless, excited at the prospect of a budding friendship with him. Muriel, however… dislikes her. The way she rationalizes her past of killing with “i did what i had to do” so easily bothers him. her openness about it compared to his silence leaves just the slightest resentment for eachother. Fallon knows that trauma does terrible things to people but still struggles understanding why he can’t understand that he also just did what he had to do. Muriel feels like Fallon is too nonchalant about taking life. It takes him coming terms with his own past in order to start letting Fallon in. so… Dislike to dislike to… friendly Acquaintance…? Fallon is oblivious to the fact that he dislikes her, which leaves a lot of room for her to be excited about seeing him and him being like “:( not again”.

Portia: By proximity they are friends. they are both very close to Nadia which makes them kinda have to be close to eachother. Of course, they are both fun, relatively friendly women, so it’s not a problem in the slightest. they are both a little Hot-headed, overprotective of the countess, and optimistic. they’re actually pretty compatible friends. Fallon does feel like Portia is perhaps maybe too much of a crybaby, she was raised around soldiers… crying was for mourning, or much more serious matters. What was the point in crying over a dropped cake? These opinions are never spoken outloud, fallon is aware that her outlook is askew, and instead hugs Portia and supports her through her tears anyways. Once again, Fallon finds a wingman in a friend. A eyebrow wiggle or a wink is commonplace between them. Fallon needs help getting a date night planned without Nadia knowing? Portia’s got her back. Portia finds that young man at the ball attractive? Pffft, Fallons gonna make sure they dance together when the music starts. Portia is genuinely starstruck by Fallon. She is such an open book, even if not all the content is pretty, it makes Portia feel bad about her secrecy and makes her want to exhibit that courage more often. …To say Portia didn’t have a little crush on her at first would be a lie.

Lucio: hell. flames. anger. hatred. Honestly, if lucio wasn’t such a crybaby bitch then they would probably be friends. HOWEVER. he IS a crybaby bitch and sucks ass, in Fallons opinion. He has caused too many problems for the people she loves for her to even slightly like him. If he were to show up at Vesuvia ever again he is getting dropkicked into outer space. Lucio feels an abundance of jealousy towards my hot-headed little magician, she took his spot !!! his wife !!! his dogs !!! this little rat took his whole life, he hates her as much as she hates him. they are soulmates but for haters.

[viatagrinner]

Keith Howell. Mean and awkward love for you. His POV

Mean Keith's POV.

February is not a good month for Mean Keith.

(Will there be a private meeting today after class?)

Getting a progress report from Liam, he finds MC on her way to the greenhouse.

He often sees a thick notebook in her hands lately.

Suddenly he feels a painful blow on his back.

Keith: Don't hit your master in the back with your fists.

It's Liam, asking if the prince heard him.

Keith: I was too busy watching my beloved to listen. Next time you hit me, I'll take a pay cut.

Liam sighs disappointedly, but remains silent as the prince watches MC disappear into the greenhouse.

(.....While she was walking, her head was full of Keith's birthday.)

Liam: She works with enthusiasm, doesn't she?

Keith: Yeah.

Liam: But you're not too happy about it.

Keith: .... Of course I'm happy. I never get tired of seeing my lover think about me.

Liam sighs irritably, Keith hasn't managed to fool him.

Keith doesn't like that MC is so immersed in thoughts of his birthday. But that's selfish of him. The prince can hardly contain his irritation.

(But thanks to MC, it's good that the other self can genuinely enjoy the holiday).

Liam: Are you really going to invite Lady MC to the birthday party? You know that some aristocrats still dislike the "imperfect prince."

(This guy, even though he's tough, worries.)

He pisses off the aristocrats.

(I pity the timid and gentle "me" who is looked down upon).

Keith: It doesn't matter what other people think. He became a different person.

(Because sometimes he gave up his goodness to protect MC, what's important to him.)

Keith: I know that the likelihood of some nobles doing something stupid to MC is not zero.

Keith: That's why I'm asking you to weed out the nasty guys from the party.

The prince wants the heroine to get used to life in Jade, and troubled guys get in the way.

However, he needs to talk to the girl right now. Before he leaves, Keith tells Liam that it is important that people in the castle know how devoted Keith is to MC.

(MC is kind to everyone. There are quite a few people with strange expectations.)

Liam realizes that mean Keith won't show up at the party.

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Greenhouse

Keith has been standing next to MC for several minutes now. While she is passionately reading notes in her notebook, he is trying to do her hair.

(I wonder if I'll be seen soon.)

Finally she pays attention. To her indignation, he replies that he was waiting for her to notice him.

Keith: I hope you like it? My cunning.

MC: ......I like it.

Keith: It's so nice of you to answer me honestly.

The girl asks you to stop teasing her.

(I think it's your fault that you're reacting in a way that makes me want to tease you.)

The girl's small hand closed the notebook.

When asked how much he saw, the prince replies that he wasn't looking, just playing with her "beautiful" hair.

He knew as soon as he met MC in the greenhouse that he would want to torture her.

Keith continued to play with her hair.

Keith: That way the hair on the side won't get in the way when you write.

The heroine apologizes for not noticing it right away.

Keith: I don't forgive you.

The prince gently bites MC on the back of the head. She wanted to avoid it, but the prince wouldn't let her. However, a large hand grabbed her shoulders, and many kisses fell on the heroine's skin. Just to touch her.

(I'd be happy to put a mark on her neck and show the others that she's mine, but I don't want anyone to see MC's flushed face.)

The prince had to restrain himself.

The heroine's small body trembled, and the corners of the prince's mouth naturally lifted at the sight of her trying to suppress her voice.

MC: What if someone comes?

Keith: No one will come. I don't want to be disturbed.

Liam's face flashed in the distance... But he didn't come any closer.

Keith: The punishment is over. Please don't mind me next time, okay?

There is a cake on the table. Keith realizes that she made it.

(This just keeps getting better and better.)

He's not interested in sweets, but he likes what MC does.

(Oh yes, I've been eating a lot of sweets lately.)

Keith: Are you learning how to make birthday candy?

She should learn how to make sweets better than she does now. Because everyone will notice at once that it is handmade.

The prince replies that the other Keith will only be happy about it.

MC asks not to say such nice things, because she is immediately pleased.

Keith: Don't worry about it. It's too late.

Human emotion is contagious.

The sight of her desperately pursing her lips made him feel a tickle in his heart.

However, the prince has a thing for the heroine.

(Go ahead and say that sooner....)

Keith sees that if he doesn't tell her, he will make the girl feel lonely and guilty, and he will regret it.

It's a common human emotion, but he doesn't want to experience it.

Keith: ...Sounds like you and the guys at the castle are busy getting ready for the birthday party.

When she asks about the cake, he replies that it's okay.

Keith: He loves sweets, so he'll gladly eat anything you make.

Keith: I also like what you make, regardless of the sweets.

Keith's golden eyes turn to the bright flowers in the greenhouse. His index finger tapped the table with a slight thud.

(It is strange to be uncomfortable with MC.)

Keith: I'm not going to show up on this day.

Keith: It shouldn't be that surprising. Don't worry about it. I can see you all right through him.

MC wants to know why he won't be there.

Keith: I'm glad you're putting up with it for him and me, but.. I hate being congratulated.

(I might regret saying that.)

Needless to say, his heart squeezed at the upset MC.

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Gentle Keith POV

February was a guilt-filled month for Keith.

In the hallway, the prince saw his beloved in the dress he had chosen especially for her.

Keith: You are beautiful, Miss MC.

Keith: Even though I bought this dress for the party, I don't want anyone to see you now.

Keith: It's so sweet and elegant that I think I'm going to stop blinking.

MC: Your eyes will get dry, so please blink.

Keith: Naturally. If I damage my eyes, I won't be able to see you completely.

( ..........So, I said what I wanted to say again without thinking.)

(What if she's sick of me? I don't want her to hate me.)

He felt a little embarrassed, but when he saw MC's flushed cheeks, he was relieved.

(Good you're embarrassed...... No, what do I mean, I'm glad you're embarrassed?)

(It was so embarrassing for MC, but what a cute reaction she has... I'm disgusting.)

The girl thanks the prince for the dress. She looks forward to wearing the outfit and standing next to Keith.

Keith: .... Me too.

He notices MC's anxiety.

(Is it normal to be anxious?)

He remembers the conversation between the other Keith and MC.

Wanting to respect her feelings, both Keiths don't want to give up the celebration.

(At times like this, I don't know what's right.)

Even Keith doesn't know why his other personality doesn't want to celebrate.

Keith doesn't understand why he confided in MC and told her honestly?

(I'm not a "he," but I'm still Keith.)

(If I were in his shoes, I probably would have done the same.)

Because Keith wants to cherish the girl, that's the only reason. But she won't talk about the other Keith herself.

Keith wants to take a walk with his beloved.

(.....But please forgive me for causing you a little trouble from now on.)

It was the moment the prince realized how much he simply and inexplicably loved her.

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Mean Keith POV

He wasn't going to come out, but he was pulled out by that guy who was too good-natured.

It's at times like this that gentle Keith becomes so insufferable that he forgets he's weak.

Mean Keith almost curses him for annoying him, but when he sees the relief on the heroine's face, he doesn't care.

Mean Keith admits to himself that he is very weak against MC.

She does wonder why he didn't want to celebrate.

He notices that he starts tapping his fingers on the table again.

(This habit must have been noticed by MC, too.)

Keith: I was half lying when I said I didn't like it. I figured if I told you that, you'd be convinced, no questions asked.

Keith: ........The day he was born is different from the day I was born as a person.

Keith: I was born because of his misfortune.

Keith: I don't think you want me to celebrate my birth instead of his unhappiness.

Keith: Even if my birth kept him alive.

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Flashback:

Mean Keith was born on a rainy, dank day. The rain trampled his body into the ground. And there was pain in his heart.

The tragedy in front of him made him sick with pain and anger that tore his heart apart.

Alter Keith knew the meaning of his existence from the moment he was born.

He endured and clung to life. And the first sound from him was laughter.

In that moment, he felt a slight relief in his body and knew for the first time in his life that fun was what made him feel at ease.

The flashback was over.

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That's why he loves lively places. Lively places are often fun.

(But right now I like being around MC more.)

The prince saw that the girl could hardly hold back her tears.

He likes the heroine's tears, but he hates the tears she sheds when she feels pain.

Keith: That's why I didn't want to tell you. You're going to cry.

The girl denies it.

Keith: Your cheeks aren't wet yet, so you're not crying? Stubborn and sweet.

He soothes her by stroking her cheek with the back of his finger, running his finger through her hair and rubbing her back.

He asks her not to apologize for crying, she did not see it.

MC says he cries for more than that. Even if he thinks he was born out of misfortune, the girl still wanted to celebrate the birth of the man she loves. And she wants the prince to accept it.

Keith knew in his heart that MC would say that.

(I expected that, but when you really say it, it's hard to react.)

His heart is restless. Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to accept these feelings.

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The cake was delicious. Keith couldn't get enough of his lover's happy smile every time he ate, and before he knew it, the plate was empty.

He wants MC to wish him a happy birthday. He decides that he will accept this day as the day he was born.

A little worried, the heroine congratulated him on his birthday.

Keith's heart clenched. He put the excited girl between his legs.

The prince blindfolded her. He hugs her tightly to keep her from escaping and feels the girl's body temperature.

Keith: I knew you were cuddly. You're small and soft and I want to torment you...

As Keith put his lips to the girl's cheek, the body in his hands trembled slightly.

Keith: It's fun not knowing what I'll do to you.

MC admits that instead of fun, she's even more nervous.

Keith: Then I'll take your hand.

Keith: When we hold hands, you always look happy, like a baby.

Keith kissed the back of her neck... Kissed all over and enjoyed the heroine's reaction.

Keith: Hey, MC. Let you congratulate me again.

MC: Happy birthday, Keith.

Keith: One more time.

MC: ? Happy Birthday.

The words of congratulations have accumulated in his heart over and over again.

When MC congratulates him, he doesn't feel bad.

Even though he was born out of misfortune, MC's words about wanting to celebrate may be the reason they have such an effect on him.

Keith: Keep celebrating, keep congratulating me, and keep making me happy, okay?

Keith: Really, you and that guy are both softies.

*A passionate kiss*

Keith: MC...

(I was born to protect, but MC saved me again.)

Keith and MC's intertwined fingers gently strengthened their grip, as if to express their mutual feelings.

There was no way to extinguish the flames anymore.

Now Keith is looking forward to February.

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Keith's Masterlist

[twistedwonderworm]

Hello! Your monster au sounds really interesting and so do the matchups 👀

Preferred nickname: Fiasco (she/her)

A little bit about your personality: I'm an optimistic romantic with her head in the clouds and a huge love for stories. I have an introverted streak and I like my alone time to ponder about anything my brain latches onto but I like connecting to people through shared interests/ideas (especially nerd shit like video games and films). I also care fiercely about the people close to me and I want nothing more than to be the best version of myself for them. I already try to be patient and understanding overall, but I want to be even moreso for the people I feel especially safe with.

What you like/dislike in someone: I like genuine connection where I and someone pick at each other's brains and really dig in deep to get to know each other. I want to try and understand that someone and I'd like for them to try and understand me back. I like curiosity, introspection, interesting conversation, and feeling safe to express myself around them./ I dislike apathy and controlling behavior, I need balance with how involved people are in my life and vice versa.

Any characters you absolutely can't stand: In the context of a relationship, Vil and Leona. Interesting characters, just not people I'd want to get close to.

Whether or not you mind being shipped with the faculty: Go ahead!

Thank you so much!!

Hi!!! Sorry for the lateness and how short it is. But I'm pretty sure I got the perfect match for you! I hope you enjoy.

The ancient and playful elder vampire, LILIA VANROUGE!!

This tiny vampire is a cheerful little being that has no problem chatting it up with people and having deep conversations with them. Despite being around for so long and having done so much in his life, I still think he'd be very curious about the experiences of others, and he would be very excited to learn as much as he could about someone he's so fond of.

Talking about shared interests and video games, we all know that Lilia is definitely a gamer despite being so ancient. And he seems to be the type who wouldn't mind delving into new interests and seeing what new experiences he could have. This world is so wonderful in that regard. No matter how many things he explores, there's still so much more to learn and experience. And he is the exact opposite of a controlling partner. What's the point of not allowing his partner to do what they want and have fun?

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Fiasco was on her way to Lilia's room. The elder vampire had invited her to hang out with him, but of course due to how sunny it was outside, he wouldn't be able to go out without his parasol. So he had invited her to come to his room instead. He had said he had a surprise to show her.

When she arrived at Lilia's room, she knocked and was immediately ushered into the room by the vampire. He looked so happy that she was there.

"I have something I want to show you," he said walking away. He quickly made his way to a console and tv that looked new.

"I recently saw these and bought them," Lilia said, setting out some pillows so they could both be comfy. "I wanted to expand my horizons as a gamer but sadly I've never played on this console. So I don't know how to use it." He looked embarrassed. "Do you know it? I would really like for you to teach me."

Fiasco laughed and nodded, "I can teach you how to play on this, so you don't have to be so embarrassed. Besides, it'll give us some more time to hang out."

The elder vampire smiled, "I would really like that, honestly." He gently took her hand and kisses the back of it, causing her to flush. "Am I being too forward with my feelings?"

She shook her head, "No, because i feel the same. But let's focus on the console for right now. Of we have time later, then you can kiss me some more."

[hvbris]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

Samantha nodded. Yes, Killian could be very rigid. "I know he's worried," she mused. Worried about Delta Green, and what they would do to him if he ever strayed from the rules. "If I ever catch Agent Davidson..." Her gaze darkened for a moment. She was a bubbly girl, but she was fiercely protective of the people she loved. And Agent Davidson not only represented everything she disliked about Delta Green, but he had also threatened Killian, who was like a brother to her.

"He seemed torn when we talked about it," she admitted, "He wants her safe, but doesn't want to break the rules. And... he seems to think they will find a way to help her." Samantha was optimistic, but she wasn't that optimistic. "But the thing is... I'm not sure they will."

She smiled -it was a little bit of a teary smile. "Thank you, Sloane. I trust you. I know you'll keep me safe out there." Her eyes landed on the trap again. Was there a way out of it, once the net closed? "I have Killian's knife. I could use it to cut the ropes and escape." But then would the monster escape too?

Violet was rather happy that Theo agreed with her. Leaving New York would be like losing! "I think my dad is ready to make this sacrifice for the family," she mused miserably, "but I don't want him to." There seemed to be some hope, though. "Do you really think he'll come up with a solution?" He was a Theo, after all. Surely he could somewhat predict her father's behavior!

"That's a really good idea!" she exclaimed, visibly very excited. "I don't usually carry my knife around during the day, but a pepper spray would be easy to put in my bag. And I could make one for my mom, and maybe for Klaus, too..." Ben and Lou were far too young. Her eyes widened. Something that could allow her dad to track the cultists... Her mind was already bursting with ideas for inventions!

"I've been working on GPS trackers to put in everyone's bags," she explained, "but I think your idea would convince my dad even more. Thank you, Theo." She seemed to hesitate for a split second, and then she hugged him.

As she broke the hug and sat back down, Violet studied Theo with a little frown. He was a lot more rigid than her dad. But he was younger, too. Like he said, he hadn't been faced with tough choices yet. "I hope you'll never have to make a tough choice," she said gently, "but I think it comes with your line of work."

"I understand how you feel," she still admitted, "I felt the same way a year ago. I thought I knew so very clearly what was right, and what was wrong. And... I do think that some things will always be wrong, no matter what. But sometimes, it's just not that simple." Layla. Rosie. The amulet. Cecil. The knife she stole from the ward's kitchen. All the people in Ames.

Sloane.

Sloane who wanted so badly for her to meet Lisa. Sloane who had tried to kill her father so many times. Sloane who had invited her to brunch. Sloane who had killed these poor policemen. Sloane who played cowboy with her. Sloane who shot her. She glanced at the man sitting with Samantha. Her head was on his shoulder, she seemed so happy.

Sloane turned his head back towards Samantha as she mentioned keeping Violet a secret, she didn't need to elaborate, he knew that she was referring to Delta Green. "He can be very rigid on the rules," Sloane commented with a short sigh, "It won't be easy but I don't want her tortured either." He looked back to Violet and Killian together, seeing now of course why Killian had acted up earlier. "I'll talk him round, he will be keen to keep her safe." Or so he hoped anyway.

"We will do all we can to not let you get trapped inside but I would like to know you can get out," he said calmly of his plan moving a little to try and catch a look at her. "I want you as safe as you can possibly be if we are to do this. It's not to touch a hair on your head, Sunshine." He smiled at her, determined that she would be safe from the monster at all costs.

Theo smiled for being called wise, pleased with himself as he tested a pulley one more time, then another, then another. Just to be sure he told himself, oblivious to the real reasons behind his quadruple checking but not so stuck that he couldn't let go as Violet talked.

"I think you're right you know, about leaving New York, if you leave the kidnappers will have won. I don't know about your dad, but I really, really don't like losing." He cracked a smile, believing it was a confidence thing and a determination thing. "He'll probably come up with some solution for you to stay anyway, he'll know it too, that it's a bad idea." He watched as she sat down and after a moment went to join her curiously but keen to continue the conversation. "Why not just build a little weapon you can carry around with you? Like a pepper spray or something, as far as I know most people are not immune to that sort of stuff." He did not suggest a stun gun or baton! "Something in it should be able to track them, they won't think to get it off and then your Dad can find them and arrest them." So simple, so easy.

His thoughts turned and his expression darkened as she suggested that he might have to perform a ritual to one day save Samantha. Was she threatening her? No. Of course not. "It would make me a cultist. If I was doing a ritual then the answer falls on wrong." He said simply as if it was just as clear as that. "I'd be glad to save her," he shot a look to her, could he ever just let her die if he had a means to save her? "but I would never cross the line to do something unnatural like that, it would be a poison, it goes against Delta Green." Which he had made clear he was not all too pleased about doing in any way shape or form.

He said nothing on the fate of the student, while he would prefer to save him, he was not too hung up on killing him either. If he was a monster and too far gone then they wouldn't have any other choice but Violet seemed passionate about the grey area and Theo at least knew to watch himself. "I think it's an interesting point though," he voiced sincerely, "I've not been in a situation like that and I hope I never will be. Tough choices are going to come though," he acknowledged, "and I'll keep what you said in mind."

[hyenadon]

YEAH BOY YEAH BOY YEAH BOY (mention of alcohol cw, mention of body talk cw) but THIS IS 99.9 percent abt how I LOVE MARTIAL ARTS!

i went to my first martial arts class in I think 15 years and it was so. Much. Fucking. Fun. I loved it!!!!!

After I did tkd as a kid I had a lot of issues finding a gym/dojōs that fully worked for me. I love the structure and art side of martial arts but I often really dislike the whole concept of having to be hyperrespectful of your sensei or master. Like...what if i'm uncomfortable? What if my sensei or master doesn't actually earn or deserve respect? And what if I hate the entire concept of war? I'm not a pacifist but some gyms are really all just like...PUNCHPUNCHKICKKICK KILL THE BAD GUY!!! And along with that, most of the gyms/dojōs that look like they've worked for me have been very far from where I live.

NOT FUCKING TODAY THOUGH!

My alderwoman sent out her weekly email which included, this past week, a mention of a dojō about 15-25 minutes away from me, depending if i'm walking or taking the train. My interest was piqued and I looked at the website and it seemed like The. Perfect. Place. For. Me.

Like first of all of the owners seem cool as fuck? This is a women and nonbinary led dojo. Usually that would set off at least one red flag in me and i'd be like "okay so the people you want in your dojo are women or women lite™️ right?"

WRONG, my class was mostly cis (as far as I know! I don't make it a habit of asking people of their gender history) dudes. So like, for me, it's a good sign that dudes and gals seem very comfortable in the same space together. And also, speaking of comfortability-

The class started with a meditation session (I was not part of this, I was filling out a form)

and then when I was invited into the class, the first part of the class was going around in a circle with our names and pronouns. This didn't feel like one of those things where we're only doing pronouns bc one trans person stepped in, it felt like a requirement for every class. It was easy and practiced and calm.

The class felt just...So fuckin good and nice. I felt nicely challenged. I felt like I was being called out gently and kindly on my mistakes. And I think the Sensei switched her teaching methods specifically for me because I was having trouble telling my right from my left. And she didn't make a fucking DEAL of it either. Embarassment and shame is an emotion I default to quite often and I had a couple of quick flashes of those feelings, but they went away very quickly - my sensei focused on me when I was having trouble and got back to the full class when I figured shit out.

Also, as someone who's been a shithead alcoholic for a long time, I am quite out of shape. I truly can't do much cardio, I am legit out of shape. But legit, we did the perfect amount of workout today. I am sore as hell. My shoulders hurt, and my wrists hurt. And my forearms. My hips hurt and my thighs hurt and my calves hurt. My ankles hurt and my feet hurt. My hands hurt.

AND THAT FEELS SO GOOD.

Perfect amt of sore. I have feelings atm but I must go bedtime

[headkiss]

Hii hope you're having a nice day! can I request Peter Parker in a sun and moon dynamic with reader?? (reader being the moon ofc) reader kinda have Wednesday Addams vibes or something like that KSBSKSN💕💕

hiii idk if i did this well </3 but hopefully you like it!! tysm for requesting | 0.6k fluff and wednesday addams (ish)!reader

Peter has learned how to read you.

Much has changed from your first meeting. Then, he’d thought you disliked him, found him annoying. Now, he knows that you simply carry yourself that way, and that you don’t mean anything by it.

He’s learned that a tiny lift of the corners of your mouth translates to a beaming smile, that squeezing his hand gently three times means ’I love you,’ that when you blink a lot you’re getting emotional.

He feels proud to know these things about you. Like he’s learned the best language there is.

It’s true, he’s found out, opposites really do attract. To you, Peter’s the sun, the only constant bright thing that doesn’t hurt your eyes, that you’re happy to have around.

You aren’t the most affectionate person, and Peter is so enough for the both of you, but you sometimes feel like you should be showing him more appreciation somehow. Even if it feels unnatural. For him, you’d like to try.

It’s why you bring him flowers.

It’s a quick knock on the door, the kind Peter knows is you, and he rushes to get it. He’s beaming when he opens it, your black clothes and signature boots, the small glint in your eyes he likes to believe is just for him.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” He says.

“I’m-”

“Not that I don’t want to see you,” he cuts you off. “I do, it’s just a surprise.”

“That’s the point, Peter.”

“Okay. Hi, then,” he rocks on his feet, like he can’t stay still.

“These are for you,” you bring your hands out from behind your back, the bouquet held out to him.

“Really?”

“Who else would they be for?” You deadpan.

He takes them from you, smells them to hide the smile that spreads over his face.

Flowers might not seem like such a big deal to most, but coming from you, it’s the best thing Peter’s ever received. He knows you, he knows that this is out of your comfort zone and his heart bursts at the thought of you going out of your way for him. For him, of all people.

“I should be the one getting you flowers,” he jokes.

“Boys aren’t the only ones who can give flowers,” you say. Matter-of-fact.

“I know that. I just mean you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I wanted to show you I appreciate you.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate you back.”

He invites you inside, and you follow him to the kitchen where he puts the flowers in a vase, carefully like they’re going to break. Like that’s the last thing he wants.

Peter’s all happy smiles and bouncing around the room while you’re a linger in the corner type person. There’s a balance there that’s too perfect, one more drop of something would tilt the scale, but that never happens.

“Do you wanna stay and watch a movie?” He asks, sliding the vase to the middle of the counter now that he’s done.

“Depends what you choose.”

“How about you choose? Anything, even the scary stuff you like so much.”

“But you don’t like the scary stuff.”

“If you let me hold your hand, I think I can make it through.”

Peter really doesn’t care what movie you choose, because his eyes will probably be on you the whole time anyway. Besides, if he can have his hand in yours for the duration of it, he’s won either way.

“I suppose I could do that,” you say.

Peter doesn’t miss the smallest twitch of your mouth. A smile.

[tanizakigf]

relationship hcs

izuku midoriya x gn!reader

warnings: it's the first time i'm writing for a mha character, so i'm still trying to find a style that i feel comfortable with! hope you enjoy it :) aside from that, it's just fluffy and probably there are a few grammar mistakes, but nothing that could ruin the story :)

masterlist !!

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♡ - izuku who was so nervous to ask you out so the dekusquad had to help him with it;

♡ - izuku who writes you poetry but never shows you because he's too shy to;

♡ - izuku who makes playlists for you;

♡ - izuku who is a bit awkward at the beginning of your relationship because the only kind of affection he received before was from his mom, so he doesn't know how to make it all work;

♡ - izuku who quickly warms up to you and physical touch and can't keep his hands to himself anymore (not sexually, he just loves hugging you or holding your hand);

♡ - izuku who smiles so much when you're next to him to the point where his cheeks start to hurt;

♡ - izuku who sometimes gets insecure and thinks you deserve someone so much better than him;

♡ - izuku who tears up when you kiss his lips so tenderly and so gently, telling him he was the best thing that ever happened to you and you couldn't ask for anything better;

♡ - izuku who hugs you so tightly, his arms holding your waist while his fluffy hair tickled your neck;

♡ - izuku whose hugs feel like home;

♡ - izuku who never lets anyone even touch his all might merch, but would gladly give you everything if you ask;

♡ - izuku who always carries an extra hoodie for you because he remembered when you once mentioned how soft they were and how they smelt just like him and how much you loved them;

♡ - izuku who is so proud of being able to call you his partner;

♡ - izuku who adores you so much and literally worships you as if you were divine;

♡ - izuku who has a whole notebook dedicated to you and your quirk because you're so strong and so amazing;

♡ - izuku who was so nervous before your first kiss that he couldn't stop talking so you just gently kissed him to shut him up. his face was so hot you started panicking because you thought you almost broke the poor boy;

♡ - izuku who always talks about you to his mom and was so red when she suggested you could have dinner with them so she could finally meet you;

♡ - izuku who nervously told you his mom may or may not wanted to meet you and she invited you over for dinner with them;

♡ - izuku who is so happy when he sees his favorite and most important people in the whole world (aside from all might, of course) getting along and interacting with each other;

♡ - izuku who never fails to make you smile;

♡ - izuku who tells you he loves you every day;

♡ - izuku who feels confident when you're with him;

♡ - izuku who remembers every single detail of you and everything you like and dislike, and knows you even better than yourself;

♡ - izuku who introduced you to all might and was so happy to see that he approved you;

♡ - izuku who loves having picnic dates with you;

♡ - izuku who would risk his life without even thinking twice just to protect you and make sure you're safe;

♡ - izuku who always walked you home after school before you started living in the dorms;

♡ - izuku who buys you cute stuff that reminded him of you;

♡ - izuku who loves seeing you in his clothes even if they're too big or too small to fit you, it doesn't matter, he'll buy clothes your size so you could wear them comfortably!!;

♡ - izuku who starts liking his freckles because you love them so much and calls them his "tiny constellations";

♡ - izuku who melts in your touch;

♡ - izuku who still gets so shy and blushes really hard when you call him "pretty boy", even if you've been dating for years;

♡ - izuku who calls you "prince/ss", "baby" and "honey",

♡ - izuku who imagines what it'd be like to spend the rest of his life with you;

♡ - izuku who thinks you're the prettiest and the most perfect person he has ever laid his eyes on;

♡ - izuku midoriya who is just simply the best boyfriend ever <3

[adelheidvonschicksal]

✣ Star Signs {Megumi x F!Reader} ✣

Notes: Based on 156 a bit, but no spoilers present

CW: Fluff, Astrology talk, none otherwise

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x F!Reader

Megumi knew he’d regret it when he finally invited Nobara and Yuuji to spend time together in his room. The him of this morning thought it would be nice if he could open up even a little to his friends, starting with the simple thing of letting them in his most personal space. Megumi hates the him of this morning.

He sits on the bed while the two of them keep poking around in places better not bothered. It’s not that he had anything to hide but it is making him antsy to have people in constant motion around him.

Nobara is skimming her hand over his bookshelf while Yuuji is trying to convince him to add some flair to his room in the form of a pinup poster, which Megumi has to repeat to him countless times he doesn’t need something like that hanging up in his room.

Nobara meanwhile finds a small section of his shelf filled with varying books on the constellations and star signs. “Wow, Fushiguro, I never really took you for an astronomy kind of guy,” she says, picking out and flashing a book with Ancient Skies written in big text at the top and Greek mythology of constellations at the bottom.

“Really?” Yuuji says, “I thought only girls were into that type of stuff.”

“I’m not really into it personally,” Fushiguro states plainly. “I was saving it to give to my sister for her birthday since she’s the one that told me about that stuff,” he adds even if he did initially find the mythology aspects of it interesting, but he hasn’t really picked it back up since Tsumiki’s coma. It hurt too much.

“Oh, sorry to ask,” Nobara apologizes, gently placing the book back to its spot on the shelf. “I thought you might be studying to impress (Name)-chan. She’s really into astrology too. A bit too much sometimes if you ask me.”

“She is, isn’t she…” he says as if he didn’t already know most of the little nuisances about you, memorized even. Your love for astronomy actually reminded him a little of his sister. But you take it way more seriously than she ever did, which isn’t really a problem since Megumi figures your interest is harmless in the long run.

“Why would he need to impress her?” Yuuji asks, and Megumi has to pointedly stare at Itadori as he tries to pin up that damned Jennifer Lawrence poster in an attempt to show him how’d it would complement the room.

Pinching the bridge of her nose in disbelief, Nobara grunts loudly and yells at Itadori, “You idiot, he likes her. Don't seriously tell me you haven't noticed by now!”

Megumi sighs. He’s really hating himself even more right now for daring to think anything good would come of inviting them. “I don’t like her.”

“You don’t?” Yuuji asks, “Then, you dislike her.”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“So, you DO like her?”

Eye twitching, Megumi finally cracks. “Will you two get out already.”

“Well, that's definitely a yes.”

“Out.”

Itadori folds up his poster. “Alright, but do you think I can borrow one of those astrology books?”

“Take it,” Megumi says, not thinking much about the reason that Itadori would want to borrow the book except maybe his own curiosity. Fushiguro wishes he had questioned it more because within the next few days, you corner him in the mess hall with a book held out to him.

“Itadori-kun mentioned that you were really into astrology, how come you never told me? Look we even got the same copy.”

“Damn you, Itadori,” Megumi thinks as he grits his teeth. He was really going to punch that pink-haired idiot the next time they run into each other. “It isn’t like that…I really don’t know much about it, so…” he answers honestly, silently panicking as your once excited eyes dull back to normal at his confession.

“It’s okay. It’s really interesting so I can teach you if you want to know.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Megumi says as he’s not really interested in learning any more than he already does about constellations, but he is also nervous at the idea of spending time with you without having any knowledge about the subject to fill in the void between your incessant talking.

“It’ll be fun! I promise,” you say, and Megumi can’t resist the little spark of joy in your voice that you get when talking about something you’re passionate about.

“Fine then.”

“Yay, okay, so I guess we should start with the history of it,” you say, following him to one of the tables for breakfast.

You spend the rest of the time updating him on the history of astrology and the different horoscopes developed throughout the centuries. Megumi has to remember if there’s ever a trivia night that he should definitely bring you along. Jokes aside, he does think the little shine you have talking about it is too precious to interrupt even after an hour of your nonstop lecture.

“Say, Fushiguro-kun, your birthday is pretty late in the year, isn’t it? Like December,” you ask.

“December 22nd.”

“That makes you a Sagittarius! Wait, no, Capricorn,” you tell him. “You’re kind of on the cusp between the two so there’s a good chance you have traits from both signs anyway. But in my opinion, you definitely have more of a Capricorn aura out the two. Disciplined, loyal, reliable, that’s all true,” you read off, and it makes him a little flustered to hear you compliment him, “but you can be pessimistic and a little overly critical of things.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s not me. It’s your sign that determines things about you. Oh, this might be more fun, your love matches are Scorpio, Taurus, and Virgo. Your worst matches are,” you drawl, eyes quickly scanning over your book before you release a soft, “Oh.”

Noticing your pause, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” you answer, closing the book with a flustered laugh. “Sorry, I just remembered I have to report back on the assignment I finished yesterday still. We can pick back up on this later if you want,” you say, and Megumi nods. “I’ll see you later, Fushiguro-kun.”

“See ya,” he says, and you smile as you wave him off, but Fushiguro couldn’t shake the feeling that you suddenly seemed a little sad for some reason. As he sees pink hair cross his line of sight, Fushiguro saves it as something to think about later since he has a certain classmate to give a piece of his mind about intruding on his love life.

That evening, Megumi starts to seek you out again to ask if you wanted to continue your lesson on astrology with him. He still couldn’t say he was personally interested but he liked it as an excuse to spend time near you.

Fushiguro knocks on your door to ask if you’d like to talk about it some more before curfew kicks in for the night. You answer of course, and he has to hide his nervousness as you swipe over your tired eyes and pull on the edge of your pajamas with your other hand.

“Sorry, I’m not really feeling it right now,” you tell him. “Besides I know you’re not interested in silly stuff like that so don’t worry about trying to humor me. I appreciate it, but I feel bad forcing you to listen to me blabber about it.”

“It’s not-I don’t really mind hearing about it,” he says, forcing down his blush as he prays you don't ask any follow-up questions about it.

“Ah, it's just...I was beginning to think how silly all this stuff is anyway. So, it’s not really worth filling your head with extra junk.”

“Uh-huh," he responds skeptically, brows raised as you awkwardly shuffle your feet and give a nervous laugh. "Well, good night then.”

“Good night,” you reply, closing the door behind you.

Megumi isn’t sure why you’re suddenly averse to talking about astrology with him when he couldn’t get you to stop talking about it if your life depended on it before. The only thing he could think of is something it said must’ve spooked your superstition.

Megumi is sure you wouldn’t loan him the book if he asked for it now. Instead, it takes him forever to recall that you mentioned having the same copy that he did, the one he originally loaned out to Itadori.

Leaving the building, he returns to the males’ side of the dorms and ends up in front of Itadori’s door, knocking hard to wake up the other boy. Itadori opens the door, stepping back a half-step when he sees Fushiguro.

“Look I already apologized,” he immediately defends, and Fushiguro drags his hand across his face exasperatedly.

“I’m sorry about hitting you before but I really need that book back,” Megumi tells him.

“Huh, oh yeah sure,” he says, returning the large book back to him. Megumi gives a quick thanks before returning to his room to go through the pages. He’s sure around the time that you were telling him about his zodiac is when you started to get closed off about the entire subject.

Megumi turns to the page for Capricorn. He sprawls past the giant symbol of a sea-goat in the margin and flips over to find his supposed strengths and weaknesses. He takes a few seconds to skim over the subject, grimacing as he thinks that a book can’t possibly know himself better than he does when he glances over the part about Capricorns being unable to forgive. Maybe if it was a few years earlier, he’d agree.

Finally, he finds the section you were talking about. His matches being Scorpio, Taurus, and Virgo and the reasons why. Further down the page, it ranks his matches by intensifying conflict. It’s here he releases his own “oh” at what must have caused you to freak out on him and want to keep the information about his worst matches secret. If he remembers your birthday correctly then you would definitely be on the lower half of the list. Megumi keeps flipping until he finds the zodiac you fall under. Sure enough, the two of you weren’t very compatible according to the book, a relationship halfway to impossible.

Megumi knows well that you’re a bit more energetic and talkative than himself, but he thought you were a good and caring person, always asking about the others after missions and making sure they had their needs taken care of before your own. Things like that were enough that the small differences that occasionally grate between your personalities were insignificant to him.

Closing the book, it dawns on Fushiguro that if you, someone who takes this stuff so seriously, is bothered by the book saying you’re not meant to be then there was a probability, a strong probability, you have similar feelings to his own. It makes him exhale happily. He’ll really have to apologize more properly to Itadori after all.

Megumi brings the book with him the next time he heads to the classroom for lecture. Luckily, you’re already there waiting at your desk, the only other to show up on time before Nobara and Yuuji stroll in late followed by the manchild known as your teacher a good fifteen minutes later.

Fushiguro sits sideways in his desk so he can face you. You’re already scribbling in your notebook, panda pen furiously scratching against the surface. “Hey, I have a question for you,” he says causing all motion to cease.

You look up from your paper. “What is it?”

“Your birthday is in a few months, isn’t it? Almost to the day.”

You refrain from speaking, choosing to scrutinize his words instead, and Megumi guesses that you already know what he’s leading to as you timidly answer, “Yeah.”

Megumi pulls the book out of his pack and flips open to the bent spot he made to mark the more in-depth relationship page between your signs. He shows you where he clearly circled your less-than-stellar match under the various relationship categories. “So, I guess that means we’d make a pretty difficult match.”

You frown, holding your chin towards your chest as you focus on the anxious twiddling of your thumbs around each other. “I guess so.”

"You know you shouldn’t take that stuff too seriously." When he finds you’re still avoiding looking at him, he cautiously brings his hand over your desk and inches it closer to yours until he can comfortably grasp onto one of your fingers. You tense slightly but don’t make an effort to move away, which encourages him to keep going. He bashfully confesses, “It can’t really account for individuals circumstances.”

Megumi isn’t sure you’ll believe him when he says that, but he believes fully that there isn’t a book or a star that can predict his future. He’s afraid that you don’t agree as you draw your hand away until you place it back fully on top of his own. He gives a barely noticeable smile to match your wider growing one before the two of you are interrupted.

“Morn—Woah! Are you two holding hands?! I need to tell Kugisaki.”

Quickly drawing his hand away, Megumi growls. “Get out, Itadori.”

“But this is all our class.”

“Out.”

[popi-the-fatui]

CHILDE BF HCs

(that no one asked for but here they are anyways)

A/N: this man needs some luv. Long post, there is a whole iceberg under the “read more”. Also, I tried to keep a Gender Neutral reader so pls DM me if there are any mistakes!!

TW: DESCRIPTION OF AN ANXIETY ATTACK, SPOILERS FOR THE REX LAPIS QUEST AND CHILDE’S PAST, a little bit of angst

🐋 Let’s bust some myths first: contrary to popular belief, Childe has no experience at relationships or intimacy at all. Non. Cero. The Venn diagram of romantic/intimate stuff and things Childe has done is a void. But it’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that he hasn’t had the time to experience any of these things because he is a busy man: between fighting, training and being a Harbinger, there is not a minute left for him to indulge in other things. 

🐋 The problem with this is that Tartaglia is a people’s person. He WANTS to be able to have someone that he can do these things with. At the end of the day, when he comes home tired after a mission, all he wants is someone to be waiting for him with cuddles, hugs, kisses, reassurance, caresses, or just a simple “how did your day go?” Because of this, he has a lot of pent-up love that he has not been able to give. 

🐋 In that note, he is also incredibly touch-starved: not only does he want someone to give that love to, but Childe also craves to receive it. When was the last time he was touched by someone in a context that was not a fight? He loves fighting, obviously: he has trained for a big part of his life to be able to defeat everything and everyone. But he is also just a human, and there are limits to how long a person can go without a loving touch. 

🐋 So when he finally falls victim to the first signs of infatuation, this poor whale man will have an internal battle: do I reach for them? Would they be better off if they never meet me? Will they accept me? Has my reputation already ruined this for me before it even began? How do I approach them? Do I look presentable? Am I going to scare them away? Childe will be torn between wanting to protect you from himself (as the Fatui business is not an easy pill to swallow for everyone) and protect himself from you (his heart would not handle rejection/disgust very well), and wanting to KISS YOU AND HUG YOU AND KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU BECAUSE ARGH WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO ADORABLE.

🐋 So he finally decides to compromise between these two stances, and let YOU decide whether you want him as a friend, a lover or a stranger. He starts greeting you whenever he sees you in the streets, subtly asking if you would like him to join you in your commissions, inviting you for lunch/dinner after a mission so you can recharge your energy, asking if you want to go and share drinks with him and Zhongli. You know, friendly stuff friends do. And he doesn’t even try to hide the happy smile that escapes him whenever you say yes to him: when it comes to you, there is nothing he needs to hide. Well, except for that one thing. 

🐋 He knows that you know he is somehow associated with the Fatui, if his constant trips to the Northland Bank aren’t enough to tell. Usually, Childe dislikes going around things as he much rather hit straight to the point (being the point a fight, a deal or just a simple conversation). But he has grown so addicted to the sensations you make him feel that he can’t help but to try to postpone that tiny little detail about himself for later. He has never had anyone who genuinely wants to spend time with him and that can keep up with him. Childe knows he can be quite intense and that rumors about him aren’t really rumors but WARNINGS, and to finally have someone, even if you’re just friends, that is actively trying to get to know the real him means so much, and he doesn’t want to let that go as selfish as he knows it is because there’s a chance you could get hurt (emotionally and physically). 

🐋 Unfortunately for him, everything that goes up must go down, and that fateful day comes when his plans to take Rex Lapis’ Gnosis blows back to him. After that brief, tense conversation with La Signora and Zhongli, Childe’s ego can’t be any lower: it’s not often that he loses, and much less often that he loses while feeling like a fool. He wants to scream, fight, punch, kick. Anything to take out the impotence and anger he is feeling right now. 

🐋 You found him in this state while you were looking for him to see if he was alright because a WHOLE ASS PALACE JUST FELL FROM THE SKY and you’re very concerned for him as you haven’t had any news directly from him and all you know is that apparently Childe was the cause of it?

🐋 As soon as he sees you, his blood-lust disappears and he no longer wants to fight something: he wants to cry from shame. Shame at being found in this state. Shame at failing. Shame at what you would think of him now that the cat’s out of the bag because from the look in your face is EVIDENT that now you know how far his relationship with the Fatui goes. 

🐋 He falls to the ground, tears finally coming out and he is crying ugly sobs while hiccuping nonsense about how he is a weak, pathetic, disgusting failure and it’s not fair it’s not FAIR IT’S NOT FAIR IT’S NOT-

🐋 “Look at me” you softly call to him, but he is panicking and hyperventilating and not responding to anything that’s outside of his head, so you decide to sit on your knees in front of him, gently cupping his face with your hands, caressing his tears away with your thumbs. 

🐋 “Childe, look at me. Please?” You try again, carefulness in your tone as to not startle him. And when he finally reacts and looks up, you don’t see Tartaglia the 11th Harbinger, nor Childe the fatui flirt. All you see is a broken man that carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, exhausted from constantly fighting against everything the world has thrown at him, and your heart aches for him and wonders how long this man has suffered alone, how long has he suffered in silence. 

🐋 “It’s okay, Childe. You’re okay. Can you breathe for me?” You position yourself behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing circles with your fingers to further calm him. “Breath with me, yeah just like that. Now hold it for a bit and then release it. Keep going, I’ll do it with you. I’m here”

🐋 Childe finds himself finding it easier to breathe with each inhale and exhale, and when he is finally going down from his high, catharsis hits him HARD. Is this what he has been missing all of his life? Is releasing all that pent-up frustration supposed to feel this good? And he feels a little selfish, because he knows he doesn’t deserve your comfort after the stunt he pulled, but Childe can’t help but become putty under your tender touches and your soft words, and he wishes for a different context, for a different past in which he never fell into the abyss, never joined the Fatui, never felt that the only way to survive was to fight. Instead, he wishes for a past in which he is traveling because he wants to, and he meets you, and he courts you and makes your cheeks heat up at something he said. And you are not touching him because he had a panic crisis that he himself caused. No, he imagines the both of you after a dinner date in Liyue. The sky is dark and the stars are shining but the streets are still full of people laughing and talking and the light from the lamps are reflecting beautifully in your hair. You are walking near the harbor, and you are holding his hand and he is giving you a kiss on your forehead because he can’t help himself. In another life, he would have found you and loved you the way you deserve and the way he needs. 

🐋 But he knows that now is too late, and all he has left is a mind full of regret because he did, in fact, hurt you. How could you trust him after this? How could you WANT him after this? So imagine his surprise when the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a soft “Are you ok now, Childe?”

🐋 “I- how- what?” He mutters in disbelief. Why are YOU asking HIM that? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

🐋 “You had me very worried back there. I thought you would stop breathing at any moment. You are not hurt, are you?”

🐋 And he laughs. A high-pitched, almost maniac laugh. “You know I was the cause of all of…” he says, moving his arms to signal, well, everywhere “...this, right? I believe you now must know what my real business in Liyue was, and that I’m not just some random Fatui officer”

🐋 “Well… I kind of suspected it? How many ‘random Fatui officers’ are carrying a Vision, huge amounts of Mora and have so many ‘meetings’ at the Northland Bank with the Qixing themselves? I mean, I didn’t know you were a Harbinger, but I did know that you were a higher up in the organization. I’m not dumb, you know?” you answer light-heartedly. 

🐋 “Then why would you keep hanging out with me? If you knew all of that, then you for sure must have known that people tend to keep me in a ‘do not trust’ list. People are wary around me, and they should! If you knew of the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve DONE. The reputation surrounding the Fatui, especially the Harbingers, wasn’t built on nothing, you know?”

🐋 “Don’t get me wrong. I do have somewhat of an idea of the things you do for a living. And let me be clear: I certainly do not condone it. And to be honest, I know that things between us would be easier if you weren’t a Fatui and I actually wish you weren’t one” you can feel how his whole body deflated at that, and even if you are sitting behind him, you just know he has a pout on his face, so you resolve for hugging him from behind and rest the side of your face between his shoulder blades, and continue. 

🐋 “But in the past weeks, I also had the opportunity to get to know you. Not Fatui you. But human you. I know that you have a family that you love very much and you do everything in your power to protect them. I know that you haven’t had it easy, and that some scars you have still hurt. I know that you absolutely can’t eat with chopsticks, but your pride refuses to give up and you try anyway. I know that you’re a passionate man that holds his dearest people close to his heart. I know that you hate when I’m sad so you’re willing to make a fool of yourself if that means I’ll end up laughing. I know how you wait outside of my building until my window lights up after you get me home so you are sure nothing happened to me. I know by the way you sometimes disassociate from the world around you that you are thinking of home and returning to your family” as you speak, you feel something wet falling on your upper arms, and realize that Childe is silently crying. You have half a mind to stop, but you also know that he needs to hear this, so you tighten your hug a little in reassurance. 

🐋 “I also know that whenever I see you with a new wound, I can’t help but worry for you and my first instinct is to check if you are okay. I’m now familiar with the way my heart skips a beat whenever I get to see one of your genuine smiles, especially when the reason behind them is that you get to spend some time with me. I know my eyes soften when I see you talking about something you’re passionate about. The truth is, I care for you, Childe. I really do, Fatui or not. Harbinger or not. And yes, while I would rather you not be one, I still can’t help but long for your company because you make me happy. Because I love you. So don’t underestimate me. I’m strong and so are my feelings. You being a Fatui is not gonna change that”. After this, you two sit in silence for a few minutes, but it’s not an awkward one despite your confession. You know he is gathering his thoughts so you move one of your arms that is wrapped around Childe’s torso to card your fingers through his hair, mindful of the knots that had appeared after the battle. If he doesn’t believe your words, then you sure hope he trusts your actions. 

🐋 Childe is the one who breaks the silence when he asks “How could you possibly love someone like me?”. If you weren’t sitting that close to him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He says this so softly, so gently, almost as if he was trying to convince himself and not you. 

🐋 “Silly boy” you laugh warmly. “Did you hear anything I just said?” You ruffle his hair, and finally, FINALLY, you can hear him giggle a little. “You don’t get to decide who I love. That’s my choice, and I choose to love you”

🐋 No kisses were shared that day. No grand, magnificent romantic gestures were made. Only the silent promise of two young lovers to love and cherish each other as they were. And maybe, just maybe, you could work things out, together, to build yourselves a brighter future. 

🐋 So after all has been said and done: congrats! You are now the proud s/o of Teyvat’s biggest simp. 

🐋 Childe is your number one fan. Everything you do is carefully recorded in his mind for later use. He has to go on a mission away from you? Be prepared to be pampered and being taken on several dates the previous week so this clingy man has something to hold on to. 

🐋 Also: he is shameless. He will not be afraid of making out with you in plain daylight on a busy street. But fear not! If you happen to not be a fan of PDA, he will try to be low-profile. You are, afterall, a person he treasures and can’t live without, so your comfort comes before his needs. Now, I say “try” because he will still demand to hold your hand and give you the random kiss on your cheek. 

🐋 HUGS. FROM. BEHIND. Watch him giving you hugs like Oprah. You are buying something? Cooking? Chilling? Expect to feel a pair of long limbs wrapping from behind you in a tight hug like a koala. It’s his hourly vibe check. 

🐋 Very jealous and protective of you. He is very afraid that one day you’ll realize there are plenty of people better than him and you’ll leave him, so please remind this simp that he is more than enough for you. 

🐋 He also has nightmares from the time he spent in the abyss and will take sometime for him to realize that he is no longer there, so give him a few minutes for him to come to his senses and then please for the love of the Tsaritsa cuddle the life out of him. Also on this note, I have the headcanon that he prefers being the little spoon. That, or facing each other and he rests his face in the crook of your neck while leaving little pecks there. 

🐋 Also you discover, to your surprise and as stated at the beginning , that this man has absolutely no idea how to do relationships. To compensate for this and to give you only the best of the best (as you deserve), he spends time in his travels to read romantic novels to have an idea of what to do, so don’t be surprised if he says or does something corny or cringey. 

🐋 The most chaotic “meet the family” you’ll ever have. As soon as he takes you to Snezhnaya, you will have all of his siblings running and tackling you into a bear hug (he sends A LOT of letters to his family about you and if you read them you would not be sure if he is talking about you or a deity).

🐋 He also tries to keep you out of anything regarding the Fatui. It’s a relief that you finally know about how deep his person runs in the organization, but he also wants to spare you from the details of what he does unless something is really bothering him. 

🐋 All in all, this golden retriever is your biggest hype man and the most loyal boyfriend. You will never get bored with Childe, as everyday is an adventure with him and he will make sure you to make you as happy and loved as you make him feel.

[seungmoroll]

Stray Kids Fraternity | Han Jisung

Word count: 5,073

Genre & warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, cuss words, friends to lovers

A/n: this is the first post for my new series. if you guys like this, please be sure to check out the other parts of the series once they’re posted here: x

        The last thing you wanted was to see your crappy ex, Younghoon, tonight. All you wanted was to let loose and have some fun, but no, his presence alone has ruined your night. You thought that when Chan, the president of the frat house next door, invited you to their party that you were going to have fun and get drunk, but instead of having fun, you’re just slightly buzzed and wallowing in self-pity.

        Honestly, there wasn’t even any reason for you to be like this. You were the one who broke up with him, but then again, he did break your heart by cheating on you with some random girl. However, seeing him with some other girl all over him made you so upset, that any part of you having fun that night was thrown out the window.

        Deciding that you needed another drink, you go into the kitchen to see what’s available. Too busy observing your options, you fail to notice Changbin walking up to you, “Hey there, looking for anything in particular?”

        “Something to make me forget?”

        Cocking an eyebrow at you, he asks you, “Rough day?”

        “Something like that.”

        “Don’t worry, I got just the right thing for you.” As Changbin makes this concoction for you, you watch as some random people play beer pong. You realize now that two of them are Jisung and Hyunjin, two guys that are part of the fraternity.

        “Here,” Changbin says as he hands you your cup. Taking a sip, you choke from the burn of your throat, “Gosh, Changbin, what the hell is in this?”

        “Uh, a little bit of everything?” Shrugging, you take another sip and let Changbin lead you back to the rest of the party. The two of you settle in a little nook, watching Jisung and Hyunjin win at beer pong.

        “Whoo! Another win for the boys!” Jisung cheers, “Who’s up for another round?”

        Shaking his head, Hyunjin backs away from Jisung, “I’m at my limit dude, I’m tapping out.”

        “But who’s gonna play with me now?” Jisung asks with a pout on his face. Eyes searching the room, Jisung spots Changbin, and a grin forms on his face, “Hyung!” Cutting in before Jisung can attempt to rope him in a match, Changbin says, “I’m not playing, Jisung.” Another pout forms on his face.

        Deciding to step out of your comfort zone, you volunteer yourself, “I’ll play.” This causes for the two men to look at you. “Well, well, look who’s stepping out of their comfort zone.”

        Rolling your eyes at Jisung, you playfully push him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” IT wasn’t like Jisung was a stranger to you. You have been invited over to their frat house plenty of times, and were well acquainted with everyone in the frat, heck, you could even call them your friends. Well after the large argument between you and Younghoon the night of your breakup, most of the guys, including Jisung, happened to hear everything, so you definitely could say that they knew a lot about you. Looking at the cups set up on the table, you ask, “Who’re we going against?”

        “Us.” You and Jisung both turn towards the sound of the voice, and your blood runs cold when you see that it’s Younghoon and that chick from earlier.  Sensing the tension between you and Younghoon, Jisung says, “Let’s get this thing started then.”

        You couldn’t say that you were the best at beer pong, but luckily for you, Jisung was. What annoyed you the most throughout the game however, was that every time Younghoon made a shot, the girl he was with would throw herself all over him. Honestly, it made you want to barf. Fortunately, Jisung’s presence made things a little bit better.

        As the game nears to the end, both sides are left with one cup each. It’s your turn to make the shot, and all you want to do is wipe the smirk off that jackass’ face. So with all your determination, you toss the ping pong ball and watch as it makes it way to the other side of the table. When the ball hits the rim of the cup, you hold your breath, and when it lands inside the cup, your breath is knocked out of you when Jisung lifts you up into a bone crushing hug. “Oh hell yeah! That’s my Y/n! Yo Hyunjin, I don’t need you anymore. Y/n’s my new beer pong partner now.”

        Although Younghoon’s presence may have ruined a part of your life, you could say that being around Jisung made it a bit better, or maybe it was just all the alcohol you managed consume. Either way, you enjoyed living next door to a frat house.

        The next time the frat boys throws a party is a month later, and of course you show up, but this time you brought your friend Yeji. However, you’re starting to think that was a mistake because she made you dress up this time. Last time you had just shown up in jeans and a nice shirt, but this time she was making you go all out. “C’mon Y/n, you told me that last time you saw Younghoon. Don’t you want to make him regret cheating on you?”

        Sitting on your bed, you ponder her question. You don’t dress up often, but you guessed it couldn’t hurt to do so this one time, and if Younghoon happened to be at tonight’s party and he happens to se you then so be it. Getting up, you make it known to Yeji that you weren’t letting her dress you up because of a stupid boy, but because you wanted to look good and confident. Your response causes for her to clap in excitement and then she drags you into your closet to begin the process.

        Once the two of you arrive next door, you are greeted by Jisung, “Oh hey Yeji, hey Y/n,” quickly observing your look, “You look different Y/n.” Cutting you off before you could say anything, Yeji excitedly asks, “Don’t they look hot?”

        Squirming underneath Jisung’s gaze, your eyes widen when he says, “Yeah, they do.” Motioning towards the kitchen, “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

        The two of you let Jisung lead you towards the kitchen, where you see Younghoon and a different girl from last time conversing by the kitchen counter. Ignoring Younghoon’s gaze, you stand in front of all drinks, pondering your options. Sliding behind you, Jisung gently wraps an arm around your waist to get to the other side of you, where he grabs a beer for himself and picks up another to see if you wanted one. Gladly accepting the offer, you take a swig of it, disliking the taste, but drinking it anyways.

        You realize that Jisung is talking to you, but with the heavy bass of the music and the loud voices of people, you’re unable to understand anything that he’s saying. Realizing that you couldn’t hear him, Jisung steps closer to you and talks into your ear, “You up for being my partner at beer pong again?” Honestly, you weren’t really in the mood for too much drinking tonight, but you just realized the Yeji has already left your side and you’re really starting to hate the feeling of Younghoon’s gaze on you, so you pull back from Jisung and offer your hand to him, saying to him, “Lead the way.” He happily takes your hand and leads you to the table.

        The two of you only play one game together, but you still have fun because you loved the look on Chan’s and Changbin’s face as you and Jisung won. Fortunately for you, the two men sucked at beer pong, so you didn’t have to drink much, and even when they did manage to land a ball in one of your cups, Jisung had offered to take the drink; saying something along the lines of him being too thirsty. Silently you had thanked him.

        Hours go by when you and Yeji finally meet up again, and she’s on the verge of passing out. Deciding that you should bring her back to your place, you take your leave, but before you could go, Jisung catches you and tells you that he’ll walk the two of you back to you place, saying that he needed a bit of fresh air.

        The short walk back to your place is filled with comfortable silence, sans the noise from the party. Having Jisung help you with the door, you throw a passed out Yeji onto you couch, turning to Jisung you thank him for the help and for making the night fun for you.

        Waving you off, he says, “Nah, there’s no need to thank me, I didn’t do much anyways. Plus, I like having you around, so of course I gotta make it seem like us frat guys are fun.” He sends you a wink as you chuckle at him. Walking Jisung to your door, you bid him a good night, with a small smile on he face, he looks you in the eyes, “Good night Y/n.”

        The next time you see Jisung isn’t at one of their frat parties, it’s actually during an unexpected situation.

        It’s Tuesday morning when you decide that it’s too early in the morning for there to be someone ringing your doorbell. Checking through the peephole to see who the unwanted guest, you roll your eyes when you see Jisung. Opening up the door, the first thing Jisung says is, “So like here’s the thing, our water pipes are busted and I really need to take a shower. Can I use yours?” You contemplate for a moment on whether you should shut the door on Jisung’s face or not, but choosing to ignore the devil on your shoulder, you open the door widely, allowing room for Jisung to enter your house.

        As Jisung uses your shower, you take the opportunity to make the two of you breakfast. Humming and dancing around as you get everything set up. While you were busy flipping the pancakes, your doorbell rings once again, but before you could go see who it was, you hear Jisung call out, “I’ll get it!”

        When Jisung opens up the door he isn’t expecting to see your ex on the other side. Confused, Younghoon gives Jisung a once over and asks, “Is Y/n here?”

Crossing his arms across his chest, Jisung leans against the doorway, “They’re a bit busy right now.”

        Annoyed by his response, Younghoon says, “Well could you tell them that I’m here and that I need to talk to them right now?”

        Rubbing his fingers on his chin, seeming as if he was giving your ex’s request a thought, Jisung replies, “I could…but I won’t.” With the being said, Jisung makes an attempt to shut the door on your Younghoon’s face, but he slams his hand against the door and says, while gritting his teeth, “Look here you piece of-“

        “Jisung? Who’s at the door?” you ask from behind Jisung.

        “It’s no one.”

        “It’s Younghoon.” Both men say at the same time.

        Pushing Jisung aside, you widen the door to see your ex. “What do you want?” you ask him in an uninterested tone.

        “I wanted to come and talk to you, Y/n.”

        “Well then talk.” He looks over at Jisung, who’s been hovering over your shoulder glaring at him. “In private.”

        “Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of Jisung and if that bothers you then you can just head on home and not talk to me ever again.”

        Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he brings to say, “I wanna get back together, Y/n. What I did was mistake-��� You stop him mid-sentence by raising your hand in the air, “Let me stop you right there Younghoon. If that’s what you came all the way down here for then I’m sorry, but I have no intentions of getting back together with you. If that is all, then enjoy your day, goodbye Younghoon, for good.” Closing the door, your lean against it, eyes shut, taking a moment to process everything. You even managed to forget about a certain frat boy’s presence.

        “I’m proud of you Y/n.” Opening your eyes, you turn to glare at Jisung, “Did you really have to answer my door like that?” you motion to his body. Looking down at his own body, Jisung says to you, “What’s wrong with this?”

        “Jisung, you’re literally only in a towel right now.” Said towel was the only thing covering Jisung and it was hanging low on his hips. “And your chest is still wet, it’s like you didn’t even bother to dry up.”

        “Hey, don’t act like you aren’t enjoying the view right now. You better take it all in because not everyone gets to see this. Plus, I’m sure your ex is making up all kinds of situations as to why I’m like this in your house.” Jisung does ridiculous poses to show off his physique.

        Sighing and making your way back to your kitchen, you say to him, “The last thing I need right now is for him to think that we’re together or whatever.” Jisung follows you into the kitchen, “Hey what’s wrong with thinking that we’re together?”

        “Lots of things are wrong with thinking that. Now go and put on some real clothes so we can eat breakfast together.” You shoo him towards the bathroom as you set up your breakfast plates.

        When Jisung returns, this time in actually clothing, he sits down at the kitchen island in front of his plate and says, “You know, this is a pretty domestic scene: you making breakfast for the two of us while I get ready in the morning. I think I can get used to this.”

        Jisung’s unnecessary comment makes a slight blush form on your face, causing for you to mumble to him, “Shut up and eat your pancakes.” You choose to ignore the smug look on his face as you stuff yours with pancakes.

        The next morning, Jisung is knocking at your door once again, and when you open it up, he asks to use your shower again. Playing the nice neighbor, you let him inside, asking him when their pipes will be fixed as he makes his way to your bathroom. “Uh I don’t know. They say it may take a week or two, or something like that.”

        “I like the body wash that you use by the way. It smells good.” Jisung comes out from the hallway, towel drying his hair. This time he has pants on, but just like yesterday, he’s wet and shirtless. Taking a seat by the kitchen island, he watches as you maneuver around the kitchen.

        “And why exactly did you use my body wash?” Being a good host, you place a piece of toast with avocado on a plate and slide it towards Jisung. He happily accepts it, take a bite, and answers your question, mouth still full of food, “I forgot to bring mine with me.”

        “So what’re you up to today?” He waits for your answer as he chugs down the glass of water. You proceed to tell him that you didn’t have class that day, so you were going to

        Because of the damage to the water pipes at the frat house, Jisung continues to come over to your house to use the shower for the rest of the week. In the short span of time that he’s constantly been over to your house, he’s inserted himself in your daily routine. If you were to be honest with yourself, you liked the change that he brought into your life. He’s managed to figure out your schedule; knows when it’s a good time to come over and stays a little bit afterwards to hang out and talk to you. Sometimes in the mornings, you’ll make breakfast for the both of you, whether it be a bowl of cereal or waffles. Though he still likes to parade around your house wet and shirtless, which you do your best to ignore, but that’s kind of hard when Jisung’s abs look the way they do.

        There are even times when he doesn’t need to shower, but he’ll show up at your house anyway. You’re not too sure if you like the fact that the two of you have become so comfortable with one another over the span of a week.

        One morning you had woken up earlier than usually and decided to go out and sit on your front porch, mug in hand. Taking in the beauty of the natural world, you hear the sound of a door closing. Turning, you see Minho, a mug also in his hand, still dressed in his pajamas. “Hey neighbor,” he raises up his mug to greet you.

        Smiling and doing the same, you say, “Good morning Minho. Early morning?”

        “Nah, I’m always up this early. There’s something about the fresh morning air that gets me going. The question is: why are you up this morning?” Leaning across the porch railing, he takes a sip from his mug.

        “Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I thought I’d go out here and enjoy all of this.” The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, embracing the morning air.

        Suddenly, a question pops into your brain, catching Minho’s attention, you ask him, “Hey, where are you and the others washing up if your place’s pipes are broken?” Confused, Minho cocks an eyebrow at you, “What’re you talking about? Our pipes were fixed hours after they were broken.”

        This was news to you, “What did you just say?” Getting up from your porch swing, “Did you just say that they were fixed?”

        Nodding his head, “I did.”

        “That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself. The new information changed your perspective on everything. Essentially, Jisung had been freeloading off of you for this entire week, and for what? You didn’t know. All you knew was that Jisung had been increasing your water bill for no reason at all, and that you were going to murder him.

        “Minho, why the hell has Jisung been coming over to my house to take showers if your pipes have been fixed for a week now?”

        Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, “I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the fact that your house has you in it and ours doesn’t?”

        His response wasn’t the answer that you were expecting. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

        Separating himself from the railing, he goes on to say, “I think you’re a smart person, Y/n. Figure it out.” Giving you one last smirk, he turns and goes back into the house, leaving you standing outside on your porch looking like an idiot.

        It’s been two hours since your conversation with Minho, and you still can’t get over the fact that Jisung has been lying to you this entire time. Looking at the time on your phone, you see that Jisung should be coming over sometime soon. Once he knocked on your doors, you were determined to get an answer out of him.

        Five minutes later the sound of knocking can be heard. Getting up from your spot on the couch, you make your way to the door. The sight in front of your eyes as you open the door is Jisung with a bright smile on his face. Seeing his face, you scoff as you walk away from the door. Shutting the door, Jisung says, “Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

        “Actually, I woke up feeling great, that is until I had a little talk with Minho and found out something interesting. Do you want to know what it was?” From the tone of you voice, Jisung had a slight feeling of where this conversation was going. “You talked to Minho hyung? What did you find out?”

        “Oh nothing major, just the fact that your pipes have been fixed for a week now.” Jisung avoids your gaze as he thinks of a way to explain the situation to you. “So you see..” His sentence falters.

        “Go on.”

        Sighing, “Look, I could go on and come up some ridiculous excuse as to why I continued your shower, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, so here’s the truth: I like spending time with you, Y/n. After the first morning where you made me pancakes, I thought it was the best way for us hang out and get to know each other. At first I just thought of you as our cute neighbor, and then I saw you with Younghoon at one of our parties, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. So yeah, you piqued my interest, and I used the situation to my advantage. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth.”

        His confession was unexpected to you, but it explains what Minho had meant earlier. You were completely speechless; you didn’t know what to say to Jisung. All the anger that you had previously held disappeared and was replaced by a feeling that you couldn’t describe. Too many thoughts ran through your head, and Jisung could sense it, something that you hated because he always knew your silent cues.

        “This is probably too much for you to process this early in the morning, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to reciprocate my feelings or whatever. I just hope that this doesn’t make things awkward between us because like I said, I like hanging out with you, and so do the other guys in the hous, and if you want, I’ll reimburse you the cost for your water bill, just let me know how much it’ll be.” Looking back at the door, he says, “I guess I should go, huh?” till processing the scene, you nod, and without another word Jisung leaves your house.

        It’s been a week since you discovered the news about the pipes and Jisung’s feelings, and you’ve managed to avoid seeing any of the frat guys. You didn’t want to ignore them, maybe Jisung, but you just wanted time to process everything, including your feelings for Jisung.

        Of course you liked Jisung, he had a great personality, was a funny guy and he was easy on the eyes, but did you romantically like him? That you weren’t sure about. So you tried to think about all the small things that Jisung and even tried to imagine the two of you together.

        You had a love/hate relationship with the fact that he could easily read you. You liked it because it meant that you didn’t have to voice things out but hated it because you weren’t sure how he was able to read you. You also liked the fact that things were easy with him because you knew that it was sometimes hard for you to open to people, but with him you didn’t have a problem with it at all. When it came to you thinking of romantic scenarios with him, you weren’t disgusted by the thought of him taking you out on dates, or the two of you cuddling.

        Confiding in your best friend, Yeji, you tell her everything, in hopes of her helping you clear your muddy thoughts. “Bestie, it sounds like to me that you like Jisung.”

        “Does it?”

        Tsking in disapproval, she asks you, “Now why do you sound disappointed Y/n?”

        “It’s just that the last time I liked a guy and was in a relationship with hi, he cheated on me, and I just don’t want to get hurt like that again.” Ever since Younghoon you were too scared to get back into the dating scene, and you hate him for ruining things for you.

        “Look, I know you’re scared, but you really like Jisung, don’t you?”

        You were afraid to admit it to yourself, but you did. “I do, Yeji.”

        “Then be with him. For that week that he was constantly in your life, I saw a new side to you. I could tell that you were happier, and that’s all I want for you; to be happy.” At times like this, you were really glad that Yeji was your best friend. You don’t know where you’d be without her.

        “You’re right. I should tell him how I feel. The guys are going to have a party tonight, so I’ll go over and talk to him.”

        “Oh my gosh, I’m so happy for you, Y/n. Oh and just remember that if he hurts you in any way that I’ll happily beat him up for you.” Laughing, you knew that she was serious as she had managed to land a punch on Younghoon’s face when she found out that he cheated on you. “I love you Yeji.”

        “I love you too, now go get your mans.”

        Later on that day when you entered the frat house, you were determined to proceed with your mission. You walk around the house looking for a particular person. As you wander through the house, you see familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while. Chan catches your eyes as he DJs and gives you that famous smile of his. You spot a drunk Felix clinging onto Jeongin on the couch. You knew that you were stalling yourself from what you were aiming to do tonight, and with the look that Minho was giving you, he could tell to. Mouthing the words, “Just go for it,” you use his words as encouragement and make your way out to the backyard.

        Chan had made it a rule that beer pong was to now only be played outside since the last party resulted in a broken table and a lot up napkins. You kind of appreciated the new rule because it gave you a lot more air to breathe. Shutting the door that led to the backyard, you spot a familiar figure in the middle of a winning game. Not wanting to disturb, what he calls “vibe”, you watch as Hyunjin makes the opponents chug their last cup. Celebrating their win, Jisung and Hyunjin bump their chests together, ‘what a bunch of barbarians,’ you thought to yourself. Your presence doesn’t go unnoticed once the two boys pull away and Hyunjin spots you. Catching Jisung’s attention, he motions towards you, and for the first time that night, the two of you lock eyes.

        Using this as your chance to talk to him, the two of you walk towards one another, meeting up in the middle. Unable to look Jisung in the eyes, you focus on the red cup in his hand. “There’s something I want to say to you.” Not saying anything to you in response, Jisung pulls you towards a quieter area, which happened to where a swing set was located.

        By the look on your face, Jisung could tell that you were questioning it, “Felix wanted a swing set, and what Felix wants, Felix gets.” Finding the reason quite reasonable you nod your head, and take a seat on the swing, Jisung following in suit.

        Gathering your thoughts, you focus on the ground, “Jisung-“

        “Y/n-“ The two of you say each other’s name at the same time, awkwardly laughing it off. Jisung motions for you to go first.

        Taking a deep breathe, you decide to just tell him the truth, “So I’ve been thinking about everything for the past week, and at first I was just unsure about things, unsure about my feelings for you. Ever since Younghoon and I broke up, I’ve been too scared to get back into a relationship with anyone, fearing that I’m just going to get hurt again. And about a week ago, I had only saw you as a friend, but as I managed to collect my thoughts, I think it’s safe to say that I like you, Jisung.”

        Being that one of his skills was to read you, Jisung could tell that it took you a lot to admit this too him, especially the part of your fear. “Y/n, I promise you that I would never do anything to hurt you. I want to be the reason for your happiness, not your tears. The hyungs would kill me if I ever hurt someone like you. Also, you think?”

        Shaking your head, “I know that I like you. I also know that I can trust you.” Eyes still on the ground, you hear the sounds of chains rubbing against each other, and you realize that Jisung is now facing you. Softly placing a hand on your hand that was holding onto the chain, he maneuvers you to face him. With his other hand, he places it below your chin, making you lift your head and look him in the eyes, “I think I like this shy side of you.”

        “You think?” You ask, repeating his previous question.

        Chuckling, he responds, “I know. I also know that I really want to kiss you right now, so Y/n, can I kiss you right now?” Nodding your head, you lean forward towards Jisung. The kiss is short and sweet, and when the two of you pull apart, you hear familiar voices cheer aloud. Turning your heads, you and Jisung realize that you guys had an audience. Too embarrassed you lean forwards and bury your face into Jisung’s chest, something that you didn’t realize you wanted to do until now.

        One morning, months after you and Jisung have gotten together, while you were over at the frat house, in the middle of eating breakfast with the boys, Jeongin had ask Jisung, “So in your mind, you thought that by parading around Y/n’s house with nothing but a towel, that they would suddenly be interested in you?”

        Shamelessly Jisung responds, “Uh, yeah, and it worked, didn’t it babe?”

        Smacking Jisung in the face, you say to him, “You idiot, although I did enjoy the view, your abs aren’t the reason why I like you, but now that I’m thinking about it, they may be the reason why I stayed.” The other guys laugh at your response as Jisung pouts at you. Kissing his pout away, you reassure him that you like everything about him, “Plus I’m your beer pong partner, who else is going to drink everything for me?”

A/n: my fav part while writing this was the first morning Jisung came over, it’s what inspired me to come up with the skz frat series

what do you guys think of the series so far? id love to hear your thoughts & opinions as feedback is always welcomed!

I have a tag list for this series, so pls let me know if you would like to be added to it:)

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[sunlightbabe]

ethan + 27 <3

27) Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

It’s not a party, not in the traditional sense, and yet you find yourself in awe at just how many people are crammed into Victoria’s apartment.

It seems like there’s a group of people everywhere you turn, and it’s both too much and comforting at once. There’s too many people around, people who are talking and laughing too loud, and yet no one really seems to pay attention to you. It’s an odd feeling and you’re not sure if you like it or not as you navigate your way through the crowd, a drink in each hand.

Victoria had said it would be a quiet get together, just a few friends. But people talked and invited their friends, who invited their friends, and here you were, surrounded by people you didn’t know. Victoria had been in the kitchen the last time you saw her, laughing and chatting with a few different people. Thomas had been dancing near the stereo, because of course that’s where he would be, and Damiano... well, you hadn’t seen him in a hot moment. You guessed he was outside, either having a smoke or calling Giorgia and begging her to come pick him up, knowing his dislike for events like this.

And Ethan?

Ethan was waiting for you on the couch. He was an island of calm among the chaos that surrounded you, and as your eyes met across the room, you felt a sense of deep comfort flow over you. Ethan was here. And he was here with you.

You sip at your drink as you get closer. Ethan simply smiles at you and leans back further against the couch, holding out his arms in invitation, and who are you to decline? Carefully, so you don’t spill your drinks, you settle on top of his lap and smile down at him.

“Water, just like you requested, my liege,” you said in your poshest voice as you handed him him red solo cup full of tap water. Ethan chuckles and he takes a small sip, his eyes trained on you the entire time, before setting the cup aside on the end table beside him.

“Thank you my love,” he says, and you hide a smile behind your cup as his hands gently rest on your thighs, slowing sliding their way up until they rested respectfully on your waist. And maybe you’ve had too much to drink, or maybe you’re feeling bold, but you arch as best as you can into his touch, wanting to feel more of him against you.

Ethan doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at you with the warmest, fondest look you had ever seen.

“Are you having fun?” he asks, letting you have another sip before taking your cup from you and setting it beside your own. Hands free, you play with his hair- it’s so impossibly soft, and you’re so mad that he only uses shampoo to obtain such gorgeous hair.

“I am,” you say after a long, lingering moment, your fingers combing through the ends of his hair, trying to decide if you wanted to braid it or not. “Are you”

“I always have fun when I’m with you,” he replies, and it’s not the proper answer you wanted, but he’s cute enough that you let it slide.

You’d be content just like this, you think, sitting on his lap forever, but then Ethan gently starts to caress your skin, the rough pads of his fingertips teasing against your skin, and you repress a shiver as you look down at him.

“Hi,” you say lamely, and Ethan chuckles as he looks up at you and oh, you are so madly in love with this beautiful man, and the way he looks at you? You feel invincible, like you can do anything and wow, maybe you really should go for some water next.

“Hi,” Ethan says back at you, and then he’s shifting closer. You close the distance between the two of you and it feels like everything slides into place. This is where you were meant to be, you realize as you relax in his arms, mouth moving languidly against his. Sitting in Ethan’s lap, kissing him like nothing else in the world matters, focused entirely on him and him alone.

His hands smooths down your side, from your waist to your hips, and he smirks against your mouth to the point where the kiss is ruined. You don’t care. You simply hum and kiss down his face, lips settling behind the crook of his jaw, delighting in the way he tilts his head slightly to give you more space.

“We should get you some water,” Ethan hums, and you can feel his throat vibrate beneath your lips. “Maybe some food?”

“In a moment,” you say, entirely focused on kissing him, mouth wandering down his neck, lips settling over his racing pulse point that picks up as you sweep your tongue against his skin. “I’m having fun.”

Ethan is quiet for a moment and you can feel his hands hold you tighter. “... fine, just a moment longer.”

You say nothing in reply, simply focusing on kissing along his neck, enjoying the way his fingers flex against you with every small movement. You’re at a party, room crowded with people, but you know that no one is looking your way and you delight in the knowledge that this is a moment just for the two of you.

The following morning, Ethan will pretend to be upset with the mark you leave against him, right at the base of his neck, but in the moment? He is nothing if not encouraging of your endeavors.

[dulceackles]

heyyyy, could you maybe write a one shot with ethan x reader. Ethan read some mean online comments and completely shuts down, so the rest of maneskin calls the reader to have her help them cheer Ethan up, and at the end it’s just really fluffy with a group hug including the reader?🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Silent movies | Ethan Torchio

Requested: yes

summary: Ethan reads hate comments after a long day of practice and the band decides to take the evening off and have a movie night with y/n. 

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.4k

content and warnings: well it’s only little angst in theory, it turns fluff, little cursing.  

The rain had washed the streets the whole day and the wind had pulled threes apart the whole day. It was hard to believe that even an outdoor loving person would have wanted to step outside but gladly Ethan, Victoria, Thomas, and Damiano had had a great time practicing their new songs yet to be released. 

Damiano and Victoria were in the kitchen making Tortillas for the band and Thomas had drifted into his own thoughts after a long day of work. Ethan sat on the couch, scrolling social media through on his phone to kill some time while waiting for their dinner to be ready. He usually didn’t dig in too deep what people were talking about them online but for some reason, one specific comment section stole his attention. Maybe he should have not cared, be the bigger person and not let some internet trolls get underneath his skin but maybe it was overwhelming to see so many people agreeing on just hating him. He didn’t know what he could have ever done differently in a public eye that would have made people dislike him so much. So maybe he didn’t even want to admit to himself how much it actually hurt him.

“Ethan?” Thomas snapped Ethan out of his thoughts, he looked confused. 

“Hmm?” He answered to him noticing he had gotten up. 

“The food, It’s ready.” Thomas said, “I’ve called you like two times now.” He muttered

“Oh sorry.” Ethan got up and started to walk to the kitchen with Thomas. Thomas however had noticed that something was bothering him greatly. He hated seeing his friend sad but didn’t fully know how to bring it up.

Victoria and Damiano were already filing their Tortilla’s as Thomas and Ethan walked to the dining table. 

“You asses couldn’t wait for as, huh?” Thomas pointed at them smiling. 

“Hey, We made these!” Damiano raised his hands in defense.

It didn’t take long for Damiano and Victoria to notice Ethan’s off behavior. It was painfully clear something was bothering him, he didn’t even say much during the whole dinner and that made Victoria worried and even though she tried to carefully ask him about it, he didn’t say much. 

“What’s wrong?” Victoria had asked. 

“Nothing. Just was on Instagram and have you guys seen the way some people talk there?” Ethan answered her, gently playing with the end of his hair. 

“Don’t worry about them, like you said they’re just being rude for the sake of it. It doesn’t matter what they say.” Damiano said. 

“true.” Ethan nodded his head but Victoria could tell Ethan was still feeling low. 

“Let’s have a movie night, we’ve played all day I think it’s enough for today.” Thomas tapped his hands to the table. 

“Yeah I agree” Victoria got up, “Let’s invite y/n too, she’s probably really bored at home too.” She knew y/n was really good at cheering people up.

Y/n heard her phone’s notification sound ring as she was laying in her bed reading a book she found on sale at the nearest thrift store. 

Vic: Wanna come for a movie?

y/n: Sure, what are we watching? 

Vic: Haven’t decided yet. By the way, Ethan’s really upset. He read some comments online. So heads up. 

y/n: ohh okey, I’ll bring snacks.

It didn’t take y/n long to drive to them even if the weather was ruff and she truly was happy it didn’t because she hated to drive in dark and in rain alone. Because wasn’t that just how horror movies started?

After she had parked she quickly trotted to the front door. She knocked on it waiting for someone to open the door and let her inside out of the sharp rain. 

“Snacks or won’t open.” Ethan joked behind the door. 

“Well for god’s sake just open the door it’s pouring here.” y/n laughed at him through the door. She heard the door lock twist open. 

“I brought Popcorn,” Y/n said showing a pack of microwave popcorns in her hand.  

Y/n walked in and took her now slightly muddy shoes off. “Sorry, I tried to jump over puddles.” 

“Hii Y/n!” Victoria screamed from the living room and y/n greeted her back. 

Ethan and y/n walked into the kitchen to make the popcorns into the microwave as Damiano, Thomas, and Victoria were throwing pillows to the floor to make the best movie night living room possible. 

The microwave howled as the popcorns were popping inside. 

“Did your mom told you you’d hurt your eyes if you looked into the micro too long too close?” Y/n asked Ethan as both of them were keeping a very close eye on the popcorns, “Or was that just my mom?” 

“Oh, she did!” Ethan smiled remembering the complete urban legend his mom too had told him once. 

“I always wondered if she believed in it.” Y/n slowly said as she turned to look at him. His hair fell long alongside his back and y/n too had noticed he looked a little tense. She wondered if she should have said anything or if he was better left alone.

“Victoria told me you were a little sad today.” y/n said gently, almost whispering.

Ethan hummed, “I knew they called you here to babysit.” 

“No they didn’t.” She protested, “No one just wants that you’re sad.”

“I just saw some stupid comments, it’s not serious.” He said. The microwave peeped and he took the steaming popcorns out. 

“I mean it is serious if you’re upset by them and understandably everyone would be.”  She looked into his eyes that were staring back at hers. 

“hmm. It’s just... I guess it just makes you wonder if there’s something true about what they say.” He looked down a little bit. They started to walk to the living room. 

“Well I think no, I see not one flaw in you and nothing I would change even if I had a chance.” y/n said as she laid down to the pillow see others had made onto the floor in front of the tv.

Ethan giggled and laid down next to her. “I wouldn’t change anything in you either.” He smiled at her. 

“aww, cute.” y/n laughed and snuggled to give Ethan a little cuddle. He rested his head on the pillows. 

“I just don’t get why people have to be so mean online.” He said as he gently played with y/n’s hair in his thoughts. 

“They just don’t have anything better to do I guess. It really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.” y/n said while drawing figures onto his hand with her fingers. 

“Yupp and besides, There’s always gonna be someone who likes you and someone who doesn’t,” Damiano said joining them on the floor and stealing the popcorn bowl. 

Ethan too got up to sit to make room on the pillows for Thomas and Victoria too. 

“That’s one thing I didn’t know though; like how much at the end of the day how much you’ll get shat on once you get noticed in the music industry,”  Victoria said as she and Thomas joined them. 

“True, well I guess sometimes people just need someone to use as a trash bag for their own negative emotions.” Thomas agreed, he reached his hand to crap a couple of popcorns. “I think, you know, we have each other and close ones and those really just are the people you need sometimes and who you know you can lean on. Yeah, You are the people whose opinions I care about, no one else.” 

“Awww.” Damiano, Victoria, Ethan, and y/n said at the same time and y/n could see that Ethan’s eyes had softened. 

Victoria wrapped his other hand around Thomas and the other one around Damiano pulling them into a hug and Thomas wrapped his hand around Ethan who then pulled y/n into the hug. 

“I love you guys,” Ethan said as they all hugged each other and he truly felt like at that moment, it really didn’t matter what they said on the internet. 

Y/n rested her head against Ethan’s chest and he pressed his cheek on top of her head yet before all of their hair got tangled with each other, they stepped back to their own seats. 

“So what are we going to watch?” Damiano asked. 

“We should watch silent movies cus people talk too much.” y/n snapped her fingers to her own pun. 

[foryoumyheroes]

Otaku

[Bakugou + Todoroki] are in love with the anime character [Name]. 

A/N:  Gender-neutral reader  Crackish?? 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

He’s sort of picky with the genre, be it fantasy, horror, shonen, but his favorite character has to be a super cool, super powerful one. No excuses. 

You know, the type of anime character that’s probably introduced through a silhouette of them posing dramatically with their notorious group whose image is teased throughout the first few episodes/seasons. 

He goes pretty hard for All Might, and he’s definitely the same for your character. 

Reads the manga (but he buys it super secretly, like in a hoodie at night and the cashier probably thinks that they’re being robbed until he brings the entire [Series] collection to the register). Watches the anime the moment it’s broadcasted, reads metas and watches youtube videos that talk about conspiracies/analyses of your character. 

NO ONE CAN KNOW THOUGH. 

He’s taking his anime phase to the grave. 

For some reason gets super aggressive when you’re being flirty or being shipped with another character?? He hates all the scenes that tease any potential romance between you and other characters. asdfgj He’s like, “No one is good enough for [Name]!!! Except for me.” 

He even tries to think up ways he can legitimately square up with them LMAO. Like he wonders how he could defeat your potential S/Os in a fight but y’all are like ,,, anime characters SO WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER LOL 

“Three-sword style?? Tch, I’d fucking blow that bastard to bits.” 

“Who’s this Gaara of the Sand looking ass and why is the author getting so bold.” 

He even tries to think of how well your abilities match up with his own Quirk, this dork. 

THE LENGTHS HE WOULD GO FOR YOU.

If you were a real life person and your dislikes are lets say spicy food or loud, overbearing people, Bakugou would be like, “Tch I’m right, they’re wrong. Shut the fuck up!!!” But if his ultimate wifu/husbando has those dislikes he would be like, “Omg...😳😳 opposites attract...👉👈” 

He honestly tries to be a low-key fan (as in, not be a fan at all to outsiders), but if one day during class Kaminari ends up saying that in [Series], you’re the weakest character in your group/squad, Bakugou would get super angry. 

“Hey, Dunceface!! It’s so fucking obvious that you’re an anime-only fake fan, so don’t talk as if you know shit!” 

Bakugou is those “um actually” ;; fans 

Bakugou is a manga reader, so by the time your introduction scene or Ultimate Attack scene is being aired he becomes super OOC. He’s hyped for it for days, incredibly nervous at how the animators handle the scene. 

By the time he watches it?? 

THE ANIMATION!! THE VOICE ACTING!! YOUR COOLNESS!!! PLS ORA ORA HIM IN THE CHEST!! HE’S BEGGING YOU! IF YOU’RE GOING TO UNISON RAID WITH ANYONE PLS LET IT BE HIM!! 

He’s legitimately sweating buckets by the time the episode is over. A whole-ass fire hazard. 

Probably knows how to play your character theme on the drums. 

Omg but if your character dies/is hinted toward dying/or the most recent chapters ends with a cliffhanger where you’re fatally injured he will become legitimately depressed. 

Like holes himself in his dorm room for a whole day without contacting anyone and with the blinds drawn type of depressed. 

When he comes to class the next day with eye-bags and is slouching and his classmates think that something horrible has happened, it’s probably only Izuku who knows what’s going on. 

He’ll say, “You’re upset about the most recent chapter of [Series], right? I know it must be hard for you right now.” He’ll give Bakugou an officially licensed rubber strap of your character and Bakugou will just ;; cradle it in his hands softly. 

In complete seriousness, your character is probably someone who is strong physically, but publicly rallies for things like, “Failure is fine.” Your character arc would probably explore what it’s like being not good enough or feeling constantly disappointed, so he feels comfort in your character. 

Todoroki Shoto: 

In comparison to Bakugou, he’s probably a more low-key fan unintentionally, but goes just as hard. 

Buys all of the merch, limited-edition or not, has your picture set as his phone lockscreen and homescreen, has a little acrylic charm of you on his phone, follows several fanartists that draw your character on social media. He buys enough merch that his room looks like a glorified shrine. 

It’s canon that he reads manga, but I headcanon that he’s even less picky with his genres and willingly reads things like slice-of-life or shojo all the way to shonen or adult fantasy, so your anime could come from any possible story. 

Your character is probably someone who is sweet and kind but has a traumatic character backstory. 

He probably ends up thinking stuff like, “If [Name] was with me, I would never let them get treated like that.” asdhj he’s a dork too. 

Unironically dramatically quotes you during battle and thinks that it’s still badass because he’s a teenage boy in his anime phase. 

Doesn’t get into debates with people who don’t like your character. He’s like, “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion :)) even though they’re wrong. >:(.” 

If you’re from a sports/competition anime he’ll try to learn all of the rules, and even try it out for himself (if it’s not fighting) but he finds out that he’s... not very good at it. That doesn’t make him any less amazed though! 

If your character is from a different culture with different customs and traditions, he’ll even learn more about them outside of your anime! 

Forces his siblings to watch the anime with him. They don’t necessarily have to, but the Todoroki household has one big TV and he hogs it all the time watching your anime over and over. 

Natsuo is begging him to watch something else and Shoto will just pout angrily from the other side of the couch.( ￣＾￣)

It’s so jarring because he doesn't look or appear like a hardcore anime fan, but sometimes he’ll just butt into conversations randomly and talk about you. 

Like you know those tumblr Naruto posts that talk about it as if it’s some sort of Renaissance literature. That’s Todoroki. 

[”Man, they’re so hot--!” 

“You want to see someone hot?” Todoroki asks with a perfectly straight face, and he’ll just... turn his phone around and show them a picture of an anime character.] 

When his dad tries to set him up with someone else: “You think they’re my type? Do they watch [Series]? Do they know what true friendship is?? Do they understand pining and love the way [Name] does?” 

Endeavor: who the FUCK is [Name]. 

Gets into fanfiction because of your character and series. He’ll just be reading on his phone during break times at school and everyone thinks that he’s being so well-read but he’s just reading pure smut with a straight face. 

Doesn’t mind when you’re shipped with other characters necessarily but he is super picky. If your character is hinted toward a potential romance with another character that’s pretty crass and doesn’t necessarily treat you well but you’re sticking together through the power of friendship, he won’t ship it. 

He’s just like “[Name] would be so much happier with someone else like me.” ://// 

And if your character goes through something traumatic or terrible during the series he’ll be so sad, like soooo sad. :((( Deku would probably be comforting him on the couch in the common room and everyone is concerned because he looks like he’s mourning a lost pet, but it turns out to be over some anime character pshhhsdfh. 

Deku would just be patting his shoulder trying to console him and Todoroki’s just sitting there with a big frown on his face going, [“But they’ve been through so much throughout the anime already...” 

“I know, Todoroki-kun, I know...” 

“The author can’t do that to them... It’s just not fair.”

“I get it,” Midoriya says mournfully.]  

Plot twist: They like the same anime character 

They’ll probably find out when they have to retake the license exam together. 

Todoroki will just take his phone out during off times and Bakugou’s eyes looks over because it’s drawn by the noise but then his head just snaps to the side when he realizes its a little charm of you, like, he’s going to get whiplash from that. 

“What the -- is that [Surname] [Name]?!” 

Like they have never really hung out together before this, so when they both first realize that their favorite character of all time is [Name] they’re left ,, just standing there ,,, pointing at each other like the spiderman meme.

At first they’re both inwardly excited because FINALLY someone cultured and with taste. They spend the entire time talking about your stats, your attacks, your post-timeskip character design, and your personality, and then they delve a little bit deeper and then they realize ,,, oh. 

Bakugou says that you don’t belong with the dumb protagonist, you should be shipped with someone strong, confident and loud, but Todoroki is like noooooo they deserve to be with someone that treats them gently. 

They connect the dots. 

[“Bakugou, you aren’t compatible with [Name]. It says so in their trivia page.” 

“Says you! They won’t want some bland-ass pretty boy! They would want a real man!”] 

They’re such fanboys ;;; they do realize that you aren’t real, right asdfghj?

One day Kaminari and Sero separately invite them to an anime convention, but they both say no and that they have plans or “something better to do” that day. 

Then Bakugou and Todoroki both turn up to the convention at the same place because they both reach for the last limited edition [Name] figure and they just stare at each other wide-eyed (ʘoʘ╬) like that. 

They start verbally fighting each other over the last figure and then physically fighting each other andddd then they get kicked out of the convention. 

Izuku ends up swooping in and getting the last box.