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Tsundere Teen Nanami x Chubby Reader

SFW and Smutty headcanons for a tsundere teen Nanami

A/N: heyyyyyyy these headcanons are inspired by this WONDERFUL ask! I made SFW and smutty headcanons for this and they are separated by a lil strawberry banner. I'm giving Nanami a specific age for this bc ik some ppl are uncomfortable with smut made about characters under 18, so i wanted to keep this ambiguous. If you want to headcanon him as his canon age (17), ok, but if you don't then you can headcanon him as 18/19! Yayyyy everybody wins sksksk also this isn't proof read so get ready for some mistakes sksksk

SFW section is gender neutral chubby reader, and the smutty section is fem chubby reader.

I made color coded quotes bc i'm extra so here's the key:

You, Nanami, Haibara, Gojo, Geto, Shoko

SFW Headcanons

OKAY SO

I imagine you're a jujutsu sorcerer student in the same year as Nanami

Yall obviously met during your first year and-

Holy shit did Nanami fall for you hard

Like the moment he saw you in your modest school uniform he felt his heart leap into his throat and he couldn't speak he could only grunt and nod and when he shook your hand he felt like he was dreaming bc jesus christ your hand is so fucking soft and tiny compared to his and he doesnt know wtf to do so he just gives a quick handshake and walks away

You're like ????? but whatever

He's shaking just from touching your hand and you're just confused but then you meet Haibara and hit it off :)

Nanami obvs doesn't realize he likes you so he really struggles dealing with these emotions for a while

Why do i get hot when i look at them? Why is my heart beating so fast? Why do i get so nervous around them?? Am I dying???

Just a big dumb baby who hides his fear with a cold exterior

Tbh you're his first real crush: yea, he's had some feelings for ppl here and there but with you it's more intense and he can't just shake it off like he could with others

So ya boi is strugglin quite a bit sksksk

Has no fucking clue how to approach you

Ends up being super cold and mean bc you and Haibara get along so well and are just so optimistic and happy go lucky all the time and he can't take it

Either scolds you or ignores you entirely bc being around you too long makes him queasy and he doesn't know how to deal with it

Pretty much comes off as an asshole

"We should go get boba after this."

"Yeah! We should get crepes too!"

"Stop playing around. This is a serious mission."

UGH fine whatever Nanami

You and Haibara are just two peas in a pod and Nanami feels like a third wheel when it's the three of you

He's fine with Haibara, but you?

You're just so... so...

UGH

You're so bubbly and chirpy and your chubby cheeks puff out when you get angry and plump up when you smile and when he gets close to you he can smell your sweet shampoo and sometimes when you run up to Haibara he can see your body jiggle with each step and your uniform does nothing to hide the curves and rolls of your body and he has no clue how to process any of this

Nanami is so confused and confides in Haibara with his feelings

"Oh! So you like Y/N?"

"W-What?! No I don't! That's ridiculous, why would you say that?!"

"Well whenever you look at Y/N you've got this dreamy look on your face and you seem really nervous around them and-"

"Th-That's not true! I'm not nervous around Y/N."

"Then why don't you try talking to them and-"

"UGH, nevermind, I'm going to bed."

He'll stomp off to bed all grumpy bc why the hell would his friend say that? What does he know? Haibara doesn't know how he feels so he's just making assumptions that aren't true

But then Nanami can't fall asleep and he's tossing and turning all night and he's so angry why tf can't he just fall asleep

And suddenly he's thinking about you and your sweet smile and your cute chubby cheeks and how they would probably be so soft in his hands and he can't help but wonder if your lips are just as soft-

Oh. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

No, that can't be right, he can't actually have feelings for you, that would be weird

...right?

This realization is terrifying to Nanami like he has a mini panic attack when he realizes he likes you

Ends accepting his feelings but what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

He's not as cold with you after that, but he's still standoffish and doesn't speak to you unless it's necessary

But he has been sneaking glances at you more often

It starts off small, looking over at you during class, watching you lean your face into your hands as you listen to the teacher

Seeing your cute cheeks pushed up and your lips jutted out makes him all hot and he has to look away a second later bc he just can't take it

During missions, he'll watch how your hands move with your weapon, your body curving to avoid curses and suddenly he's getting hit by said curses bc he was too distracted looking at you

He's becoming a mess and he hates it, he hates it, why can't he just be calm around you like with Haibara or his senpais, this is so fucking humiliating

During this whole time, you've been kinda weirded out by Nanami's behavior

Like you catch him looking at you before he quickly looks away and he doesn't really scold you like he used to and he's distant and it's weird

The only conclusion you can come to is that he's disgusted by your body which??? if he is then fuck him bc there is nothing wrong with you and if Nanami has a problem then he can deal with it on his own

Since he and Haibara are best friends and spend most of their time together, you're kind of left out bc you refuse to be around Nanami if he's gonna act like a dick and treat you this way

So what do you do? You go hang out with your senpais!

Gojo, Geto, and Shoko accept you with open arms because??? Jesus christ you are so fucking cute and sweet, you're like their big marshmallow and they adore you

You spend more and more time with them and start drifting away from Nanami and Haibara

Obviously you're still besties with Haibara! You just don't hang out when Nanami is around which is most of the time so you're with the upperclassman like all the time

And this pisses Nanami off

He tells himself that it doesn't bother him bc whatever, you're your own person and you can make your own choices

But he can't ignore the burning in his throat when you run to welcome back Gojo and Geto, giving them hugs and smiling brightly up at the two

He starts paying closer attention, trying to figure out what's so fucking great about the upperclassmen

Seriously, what do they do that's so great? Gojo was a flirt and Geto wasn't that impressive, so why did you get so excited whenever they showed up?

And they're so handsy with you too, like they own you, and it makes Nanami so mad

Gojo won't hesitate to slip his arms around your waist and hug you from behind. Geto often lays his head on your lap and lets you play with his hair while he closes his eyes and has this calm smile on his face. Hell, even Soko can be found squishing your cheeks and cooing about how soft and plump they are

He's never felt this way about anyone before

He wants nothing more then to push his upperclassmen aside and take you in his arms and hold you the way they do

He'd do anything to have you smile at him the way that you smile at those three and Haibara

He's a mess, always fuming when Gojo pops into the common room where you are and invites you to lunch or just drags you off somewhere else

He hates Gojo the most bc he spends the most time with you

Gojo is just so casual about hugging you and holding your hand and pinching your cheeks and squishy your upper arms and it just makes Nanami so MAD

One day he overhears your conversation

"What do you mean you've never been picked up??"

"I just haven't! I'm too big."

"What? That's bullshit, c'mere."

"Sato, wait-"

And suddenly Gojo is wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you over his shoulder, twirling you around in a circle

You're squealing and laughing as he holds onto your legs, twirling round and round as Nanami slows and watches the two of you having a ball

He's so furious with Gojo, but his stomach is fluttering when he sees how excited you are and when he sees your thighs squished against Gojo's arms-

He makes eye contact with Gojo, blushes and then runs off like he wasn't just watching his senpai practically flirt with you

He sees red when Gojo blows a raspberry on your cheek one day, practically kissing you as he blew against your skin and made you giggle so sweetly that Nanami could've died and gone to heaven

He's never wanted to punch somebody more in his entire life

He becomes even angrier when Gojo confronts him about it

"Hey Nanamin! How's it going?"

He won't respond, too angry to speak

"Ahh, are you mad about somethin? Is it because Y/N won't hang out with you?"

His blush makes Gojo laugh, and Nanami just gets angrier

"I have to go-"

"Waitwaitwait, hold on, I didn't come here to piss ya off!" His arm drapes over Nanami's shoulder and he leans in close. "The year 2 students are going on a trip to the beach tomorrow, and we were gonna invite the year 1 students too!"

"I'm not interested-"

"Haibara and Y/N already said they would go," Nanami freezes, body going stiff, "and Y/N's swimsuit is pretty cute..."

There's a long pause between the two.

"...fine."

"Alright! We leave at 8am!"

The beach is beautiful and Nanami is happy to be there, but he can't enjoy himself, not when you're splashing around in the water in the most adorable bathing suit he's ever seen

But, of course, you're splashing around with Gojo and laughing and playing in the water without a care in the world and he is seething under his beach umbrella

He wishes he had the guts to go out and play around with you, but you're showing so much skin and he can barely look at you let alone get close enough to you to splash you with water

Geto sees him sulking and goes to check on him

"Something wrong, Nanami?"

Nanami shrugs, stealing a glance at you, flushing at your bright smile before burying his face into his knees

Geto is a smart boy and catches on quick

"Ah... you've got a crush on them, right?"

"No, I don't."

C'mon Nanami we know you like Y/N just admit it and ask them out

"I see..." He sits down next to Nanami. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"C'mon, Nanami. It's kinda obvious that you like them."

"Please stop talking-"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Y/N is a nice person. Of all the people to fall for, they're the best."

Nanami glares at Geto from the corner of his eye, and his senpai notices it and smiles.

"You can hide your true feelings behind dirty looks as long as you want, Nanami-kun, but it'll never make you happy."

Geto leaves after that, and Nanami has a lot of thinking to do

He stays under his beach umbrella all day reading a book, stealing glances of you and blushing before going back to reading

It's a v frustrating day and it doesn't get better when Gojo suggests going out for ice cream

He drags everyone along to a local ice cream shop

You get a vanilla cone and lo and behold just a few minutes later it drips down onto your chest and you wipe it off casually and lick it off your fingers and Nanami turns so red that ppl get concerned

"Nanami-kun, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Did you get a sunburn?"

"N-no, it's nothing, I'm fine, just a little hot."

Gojo knows exactly whats up and decides to push Nanami's buttons more

"You're so messy, Y/N! You gotta be more careful~"

AND THEN GOJO WIPES UP A LITTLE BIT OF ICE CREAM LEFT ON YOUR CHEST AND LICKS IT OFF HIS FINGERS AND NANAMI WANTS TO FUCKING SCREAM

Nanami goes back to his room at the end of the day completely devastated, just so frustrated and upset and angry and distraught

He literally screams into his pillows and kicks at his bed like a fucking toddler

He just! Doesn't know how to handle his emotions! He's literally never felt this way before and it makes him so angry and he's so lost

What he does know is that he needs to grow some balls and tell you how he feels already because he can't stand seeing Gojo flirt with you 24/7

You're too soft and sweet for someone like Gojo, and Nanami just wants to hold you and protect you and-

Yeah, he needs to confess to you. If he doesn't, he's gonna give himself an aneurysm

SMUTTY

Nanami's feels guilty admitting this, but his thoughts for you have never been completely pure

He's always found you attractive, but obviously he didn't understand these feelings at first

He thought the boiling feeling in his gut when he heard you laughing with Haibara was anger, but he later realized that it was arousal

AND THAT WAS A WHOLE NOTHER CAN O' WORMS TO DEAL WITH

He tried to ignore his sexual feelings towards you at first bc it didn't feel appropriate but let's be honest he just didn't know how to handle these feelings towards you

The night he realizes that he likes you, he's finally able to acknowledge his sexual attraction towards you, and suddenly something in him snaps

He starts thinking about your body and how your uniform squishes into you

Your breasts and belly strain against your shirt, your hips and ass pressed firmly against the top of your skirt, your legs barely contained by the black tights that you wore

His face burns when he feels his cock start to throb, growing and aching in his pajamas

He's never had a problem with being sexually aroused before--in the past, if he was ever horny, it was usually just biological and wasn't caused by anything in particular

But now there was you

You with your pretty eyes and gorgeous hair and plump lips that look so soft and delicious and he can't help but imagine grabbing you, pulling your plush body to his and kissing you hard-

Shit.

He's not going to be able to sleep until he takes care of this, so he pushes down his pants and underwear, hissing as he grabs his cock

He tries to just focus on the feeling, to ignore the reason he has a hard on in the first place, but he can't stop his thoughts from drifting off towards you

He hates himself for it, but he starts thinking about your body in detail, imagining what you would look like naked

He imagines that your breasts have stretch marks littered all over them, spreading over your tummy and thighs

He wishes he could trace them, count how many there are, maybe he lick over them as he stares up at your pretty face

God, your face

You really were the prettiest person he had ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than for you to smile in his direction, your eyes sparkling as you skipped towards him for a hug when he gets back from a mission

He groans, moving his hand faster as he thinks about you undressing in front of him, shimmying out of your uniform and letting him see you clearly

He thinks about squeezing the pudgy bits of your body, kissing and biting them as he brings you closer to him

He's sure that you're a virgin, you're too pure not to be, and the thought of being the first to touch you makes him shudder

I imagine he's still a virgin at this point: he's just never gotten around to having sex because he's too busy

But he's suddenly grateful that he is a virgin because then he can imagine the two of you sharing your first time together, fumbling in the dark under your covers

He turns over in bed, moving onto his stomach so he can grind his cock into his bed, groaning into his pillow

It isn't enough, so Nanami pushes his pillow down to his hips and starts thrusting into it, eyes squeezing shut as he imagines that it's you under him instead, your body warm and soft beneath him

He's moaning softly and grunting as he pushes his head into the bed, wishing that he could be in your cunt instead, hearing you whimper and moan for him

The thought of your fucked out face--hooded eyes crossed slightly and filled with tears, mouth open wide as you cried out for him, his name spilling from your perfect lips--pushes him over the edge, cum spurting out over his sheets

He keeps grinding his hips into the pillow, whining softly as he mutters your name over and over, eventually falling to the bed and panting

He catches his breath and comes down from his high, groaning and immediately regretting getting off like that

His pillowcase, sheets, and pajamas are covered in cum and he's so aggravated and annoyed with himself

He takes everything off and goes back to bed, slightly uncomfortable with his different sleeping situation

He's even more nervous around you after that

He knows it's not possible, but he's sure that you know he jerked off to the thought of you and he is drowning in shame

Does he stop jerking off and thinking about you the entire time?

No, but he doesn't feel good about it sksksk

He starts masturbating more consistently, at least a couple times a week

He doesn't really want to, but every time he sees you he gets flushed and starts thinking dirty thoughts and he ultimately has to take care of his frustrations late at night

He'll either lie on his back and fuck up into his fist, imagining your pretty body bouncing on his cock, or he'll rut into a spare pillow he found, thinking about thrusting into your sweet cunt over and over as you cry beneath him

Seeing Gojo flirt with you just pisses him off and makes him more aggressive when he masturbates

He imagines fucking you harder, biting and sucking marks onto your skin so that Gojo would realize that you're taken and he had no right to touch you

He knows that you don't belong to him, but he can't help but feel possessive when he sees the upperclassmen touch you so casually

He hates when Gojo invites you all to the beach bc he knows that Gojo has something planned bc he always does

So when he sees you in that revealing two piece suit, splashing around in the water, your body bouncing every time the waves his you, he feels like he's been blessed

Part of the reason why he stayed seated the whole day was because he had a raging hard on for most of the time

The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like that and think he was a pervert

And then when you went for ice cream and some of it spilled onto your breasts?

He was sure he would cum just from the sight

His arousal faded when Gojo scooped up the last of the ice cream from your chest and licked it off his fingers

He was enraged, his instincts screaming at him to beat the shit out of his upperclassman for putting his hands on you like that

Nanami was glad that you thought it was an innocent action, but he knew what Gojo was doing and it pissed him off

He was pouty the whole way home, going to his room immediately while the others went to the common room

He slammed the door behind him, kicking the foot of his bed before flopping down onto it, groaning angrily into his pillow

His anger soon turned into arousal once he thought back on you in your skimpy bathing suit and the white cream that had fallen on your chest

Damn it

He's hard and so of course he starts jerking off to relieve some stress

He imagines you in front of him, on your knees, adorable doe eyes looking up at him innocently

He'd cup your soft cheeks, guiding you towards his cock

You may be innocent and naive, but you would understand what he wanted, parting your pretty plump lips and wrapping them around the head of his cock

He was groaning a bit louder, knowing that the rest of the students were hanging out in the common rooms. No one would be back here for hours, so he could relax a bit

Your mouth would be so hot around him, drool spilling past your lips as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock

You'd be so good for him, so sweet, so perfect, so wonderful-

The thought of cumming on your breasts sends him over the edge, your name spilling from his lips a bit louder than he intended

He'd slump to his bed, beyond frustrated that he couldn't just confess to you already, hating that he was such a wimp and couldn't-

A soft knock at his door made him jolt, sitting upright in bed

"Wh-Who is it?"

"Uh... it's me, Y/N..."

Nanami would freeze, unsure of what to do

He'd get up a moment later, cautiously walking to his door and opening it

Shit, you were still in your swimsuit, a see through shawl wrapped around you

"What is it?"

"Um, Sato said that you needed to see me... so i came by to see what you wanted."

God damn you, Gojo

"I don't need anything. He was mistaken."

You nodded slightly, fiddling with your fingers as you looked around.

"I... um, I-I heard you say my name..."

Shit

"I-I didn't-"

"Were you thinking about me while you jerked off?"

Nanami flushed, gripping the door handle tightly

"How did..."

"You've got cum on your chest."

He looks down at his chest, blushing when he sees that yes, there was a bit of cum that was strewn across his abdomen

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"I didn't think you liked me..."

Nanami's eyes flick towards you and his cock comes to life again

Your arms are squished together, making your breasts press against each other, and you thighs are rubbing up on one another

He isn't sure if he'll ever get another opportunity like this again

"Can... can I show you how much I like you?"

He swallows hard when you bite your lip, looking up at him

"...Sure."

#nanami kento #smut #teen nanami #nanami kento x chubby fem reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x fem reader #nanami kento x chubby reader #☀️ fics

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kleefkruid · 2 years ago

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Hi! I am Lora. I live in Belgium. I speak Flemish, which is just Dutch with extra funny words. I'll get into what I'm about and what I post on here. But let me start with a quick summary so you immediately know you're at the right adress or not:

Mental health, mental ilness, D&D, art, biology, bugs, Belgian/european news/politics, queer shit, my cats, my aquarium, school,...

Now, let's get into the details!

What's my identity? I'm very loosy goosy with this. all pronouns are fine, I don't use any gender label, although I've jokingly refered to myself as 'gender disinterested'. I just don't wanna play! Sexuality is ehhh, people. I use bisexual in my daily life bc that is easier. I'm also not monogamous.

What's up with my brain? I'm diagnosed autistic, currently checking for ADHD. I have spend a lot of time in mental hospitals, dealing with depression, generalised and social anxiety, panic attacks, all the classics really. I spend 12 months on a ward that specialises in emotional regulation disorders, where I received dialectical behaviour therapy. I'm only back in 'the real world' for a few months now, so this comes up often. I'm working towards becoming a certified life experience avocate, a sort of middle man between patients and mental health/disabiliy workers. That's why I'm very open about this, but I always want to mention that you don't have to, and that it can make you a target to people who don't mean well.

What do I study? I have a degree in Graphic design, but based on my elective it would be better to say that I have a degree in illustration. I also went to art school in high school so I have a basis in a lot of things, like film, theatre, webdesign and so on. My comics are on instagram (english, Dutch) and in 'my comics' tag I also did 1 year of a biology bachelor and 1 year of social work, because I was a bit lost over the years. Right now I'm about to start a degree in applied psychology.

let's put the rest under a cut!

D&D I've been following Critical role for a long time, just getting into Dimension 20. I tag cr spoilers for anything relatively new, about 3 weeks or so. I usually tag with 'critical role' or 'Dimension 20' and then the name of the campagn so you can block these tags to avoid spoilers for specific campagns. I play myself but I don't have a group currently since I moved and pandemics and hospitals happened. I play a human druid, circle of the moon, who is bug themed. You all have official permission to talk about your PC's to me at all times!

Pets I have two cats, Marcel and Oskar, who are very sweet and very dumb. There's also a couple of strays that live on my roof, mother and daughter who I call Michelle and Kotelet. They continiously broke into my appartment to steal food so I started to socialise them. It's been going pretty well. I have a big planted community aquarium. It's a self cleaning eco system with a side sump. I have Giant danios and golden danios, amano shrimp, a mix of neo caradina shrimp, corydora's, apple snails, malasian trumpet snails and sulawesi snails. I had a giant african landsnail called Gertude, but she passed away very recently. I also have a box of powder orange isopods who used to be in the big terrarium with Gertrude. And a pot of springtails. I'm trying to turn the old terrarium into a paludarium (riparium to be exact) but I'm waiting on the next hyperfocus wave to finish this. All the stuff is currently in boxes in my livingroom, sighhh. Other hobbies man I widly swing from one to the next. Right now I'm doing crepe paper flowers. I do origami and paper crafts. I embroider. I read. I keep up my house plants and a bunch of stuff on my balcony. I cook. I sketch. I like fashion, make up and skin care. I love to research random shit. I've acted in a few things. I have a guitair I can't play. I bookbind.

Dutch - Belgium I sometimes post in Dutch. I will add the relevant translations in the tags. It's mainly regional jokes with other Belgians and Dutch people, so I can't always properly explain. I also blog a bit about local news. Belgian stuff gets tagged as Belgiumposting and everything relating to Europe or the other countries in it gets tagged as Europosting.

#about me

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ms-moonlight-inn · 2 years ago

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12 for the ask meme please?💖

Oh no! i just realized I was looking at the wrong list! 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈 This is what happens when I fandom & grocery at the same time. 😵‍💫 So this'll be a double answer? 🤷🏻‍♀️ 😅

Answer #1: "What's their lock screen?" (headcanons list)

How have I never thought about this? Ok, let me make up some bullshit right now. 😆

OooOoo, I know!

For the first month or so of living in their West Side apartment, Mickey & Ian rotate through a host of dirty lock screen images. Not your standard dick pics, either. They go whole hog nasty with these pictures 'cause they've never had this much privacy before and like hell are they gonna let it go to waste.

That is until the day Franny comes for her first sleepover and innocently asks why they went for ice cream without her.

Baffled, Mickey asks for an explanation.

Franny holds his phone up to his face, the picture of Ian with *ahem* DNA dribbling down his chin stares back at him.

"Uncle Ian is a messy eater," Franny giggles, never realizing how close to the truth she is.

After that, their lock screens are stupid cute things. Mickey & Ian roller skating. Or sharing a milkshake. Or holding hands at a backyard bbq. They keep all their freaky-deaky snaps in a password protected folder, like 🤢🤮 grownups.

***

Answer #2 🌧️ Rainy autumn day & neither want to get up (October ask memes)

A week before Halloween and already the world looks like it's well into fall. Pumpkin spice bullshit is everywhere, even in their refrigerator. Which, to everybody's surprise, Mickey is fully on board with and Ian completely rejects with all his heart and soul.

"Since when are you the curmudgeon in this equation?" Mickey yawns as he lazily stretches out on thier California king bed full of rumpled sheets and husband scent.

"Since it's Saturday and I don't wanna leave this bed," he hooks a leg around Mickey's waist. "And you're dumb if you think you're going anywhere, either."

"Wasn't fuckin' planning on it. One problem, though. I need food, coffee, and smokes."

Ian unhooks himself from Mickey long enough to place a doordash order for crepes and coffee. He tosses the phone on the floor.

"There, all set," he says excessively satisfied with himself.

"Still need a smoke."

"You got that Nicorette shit in your nightstand."

Mickey quirks an eyebrow, feigns nonchalance. "Oh yeah sure, that addresses the nicotine. But how 'bout my oral fixation?"

Ian grabs his husband, bodily maneuvers him around and giving him silent c'mere eyes until Mickey's lying on top of him.

"Think we can do a lil' something 'bout your oral fixation before doordash gets here," Ian croons. "And maybe a little more after, too."

#gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #askbox #asks and answers

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sweetsouya · 4 years ago

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Hey i saw that you said that chifuyu is also another character that’s mischaracterized in fanfics. If you don’t mind, can you share ways that he is mischaracterized?

Hi! Thanks for the ask. I didn’t reply straight away because I wanted to construct a proper answer for you (which turned into an essay - I am gomen), also because Chifuyu is one of my favourite TR characters. I often feel (and I have some friends who feel the same way) that Chifuyu is mischaracterised not just in fanfictions but by the fandom in general.

Please note: I am in no way pointing fingers at anyone or insulting anyone’s interpretation of him or anything like that. This is simply my own (and along with a few friends who I’ve asked for some input) observation, thoughts and feelings.

The best word that I have seen used to describe Chifuyu is that he’s “multifaceted”. Meaning he is a complex character who is both soft and tough at the same time (just to put it simply). However, by the fandom in general, his soft side is what gets the most focus, and the rest is just simply forgotten and or ignored.

So, to start things off, let’s look at the soft side of Chifuyu. There seems to be an assumption that Chifuyu is the big fluffy soft baby boy who loves absolutely everyone and can do no wrong. Which, to some degree, is kind of correct because he is a sweetheart. BUT, he’s only like that to those who he’s close to. I believe that his more vulnerable side appears when he’s with his friends. When he is with his friends, he can drop his guard a bit and be more himself, and that is a big indication of trust. We get a glimpse of this in the flashback of his first year of middle school before he met Baji. There he was, a little edgelord wanting to make his mark, and he kept up that act until Baji came to save his ass. After being saved by Baji and hearing what Toman (very briefly) is about, he dropped his guard, finding a new friend within Baji.

This whole thing between Chifuyu and Baji is something I will address shortly. Because I want to address a fact, which I think is more often forgotten and or ignored, looked over in favour of his soft sweet self. The fact I’m talking about is: Chifuyu’s edge-lord nature.

Chifuyu’s edge-lord nature is a constant throughout the series. He’s more than often the first to rush into a fight with or for Takemichi (previously Baji, with the Meobius battle) and he’s known to start his own shit too. For example, it was Chifuyu who smashed a glass in the restaurant during the Black Dragons arc, pointing it at Kisaki’s neck and almost causing a shitstorm for himself and Takemichi. We also see him holding his guard up and acting like the edge-lord he is after the ambush from Tenjiku. Where he’s acting all tough about fighting and losing to Mochi, and Smiley simply tells him to drop that act because fighting Mochi is no walk in the park. This isn’t to say that Chifuyu doesn’t trust Smiley and Angry; it would be more about his sense of pride, which is now a little bruised.

But of course, as I said before, Chifuyu is multifaceted. Sure, there is this edge-lord side to him, who has no issue causing trouble… It really shouldn’t be a surprise when his best friend was Baji. On the other hand, there is that softer side, which his friends only see, and when he’s with Takemichi, they become dumb and dumber (affectionately), which is probably a good indication of what he would’ve been like with Baji normal day. If not, Chifuyu is more sassy and daring when it comes to Takemichi, like Chifuyu eating Takemichi’s Mille Crepe cake which was labelled “mine” and not caring. Somehow, I don’t see him daring to do that with Baji …

Now onto his friendship with Baji, as promised earlier. It does appear that the fandom has an assumption that Chifuyu constantly has Baji on the mind; he is willing to get his face smashed in by Baji, he is more than keen to save Baji. After the tragic ending of the Valhalla arc, Baji is brought up several times. So, it appears that the fandom thinks that he has this obsession over Baji, basically simping him and taking the title of the chapter a little too literally. I honestly believe that the friendship between Baji and Chifuyu is pure in terms of admiration, respect, trust and brotherhood, not an obsession.

I also honestly believe that Baji was Chifuyu’s first proper friend. In the chapter Man-Crush, we see Chifuyu being the edge-lord that he is, and when Baji comes to save his ass and declares, “he’s my friend, fuck him up, and we will fuck you up”. We instantly see that edge-lord wall come crashing down, and Chifuyu’s endearment towards Baji starts to bloom.

This idea of Baji being Chifuyu’s first true friend plays a role in his desperation of wanting to save Baji from his fate in the Valhalla arc and the influence Baji continues to have in Chifuyu’s life afterwards. Also, on top of this, Chifuyu is only 13-4 during the duration of the manga, and his (first and) best friend died within his arms. That is heavy shit, and tragic too. So, of course, Chifuyu will cry the way he did when Baji passed on and at his grave two weeks later. I also believe that Chifuyu blamed himself for Baji’s death, stating that he knew what Baji was going through but couldn’t stop him or save him.

With that, we certainly know that Baji’s death had a significant impact on Chifuyu’s life. It came to the point that he shot down the promotion to leader of the first division and considered leaving Toman altogether. It was Mikey, who ended up convincing him to stay, and it was also Mikey who discussed with him who should take Baji’s position. To me, this demonstrates a solid friendship between Mikey and Chifuyu, and it has been demonstrated a number of times throughout the series that Chifuyu has been trusted, and Mikey and the admin of Toman have valued his input. Alongside Mikey, it is evident that Chifuyu is well-liked throughout the ranks of Toman, notably amongst the admin. Also the fact that Wakui has drawn at least one sketch that features Chifuyu and Mikey alone, speaks volumes.

Now, finally moving on, another misconception I think the fandom has of Chifuyu is that he’s romantic. Which, in my opinion, he isn’t. Not in the slightest. Because to be honest, reading Shojo manga doesn't equate to someone being romantic. It’s really just the equivalent to girls reading shounen jump, some girls like action and hero stuff. Some boys have tastes for the softer side of manga genres, and it’s really no big deal. All I can say is that Chifuyu has good taste; his favourite mangaka is Yazawa Ai, who is the genius behind NANA and Paradise Kiss.

The last thing I want to point out is that even though it’s fun to label him dumb and dumber with Takemichi (which, to a fun extent, they are), it doesn’t mean that he is actually dumb.

I honestly believe that Chifuyu is academically sound, and considering it was his dream to become a pilot, he definitely has some intelligence. When Chifuyu first met Baji, he immediately noticed an incorrect kanji written by the other. After Baji told him what it was, Chifuyu didn’t hesitate in showing him how to write it. This struck me as I know what kids (I live and work in Japan) around that age can be like and know their handwriting. Even though it’s a manga, Chifuyu has particularly neat handwriting for a 12-3 year old delinquent, and he knows a kanji character that officially hasn’t been taught to his year level yet. Japanese children are taught a set of kanji at each year level, and after some digging, the kanji for tora 虎 is taught at the end of middle school. Yet there was Chifuyu at the start of middle school, able to write out the kanji neatly.

Okay, there are over 1300 words to this reply, and I hope this … somehow answers your question. I hope so, considering it turned more into an analysis. Chifuyu is one of my favourite characters in TR, and so I can get rather passionate about them. Maybe I should reconstruct my analysis on Angry if and when we get more information about him. Thank you~

#Iong post #tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #spoilers #character analysis

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD ”A Charming Invitation ~Sudden Fluffiness~”

Original title: 魅惑の誘い～もふもふは突然に～

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: I had an extra open slot in my translation schedule so I asked my friends on one of my DL servers for tokuten recommendations and they did not disappoint! This CD was so cute, I enjoyed every second of it. Subaru’s soft spot for animals is honestly one of the things I adore about him and I wouldn’t even consider myself an animal person at all. :p It’s just the idea of this tough guy absolutely melting for any cute/small animal which makes the fangirl in me rejoice.

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Subaru walks up to you.

Subaru: Yo. Whatcha doin’ wanderin’ ‘round by yourself? You’re lookin’ for nice souvenirs to bring home with you or somethin’?

You nod.

Subaru: Right. Then go ahead and look ‘round while you can. It’s uncommon for the main street to be this deserted after all

You ask what he is doing.

Subaru: I’m, wellーー ...I let my emotions get the best of me and wrecked one of the crepe stall’s benches, so now I gotta help out with the security to compensate for it.

Subaru turns his head.

Subaru: ーー Soon after I found out I’m not the only one though.

Shin walks up to him.

Shin: Oh, it’s you? What are you doing here?

Subaru: Hehe...Apparently this guy got stuck with the job ‘cause he broke some shop’s parasol.

Shin: Exactly. I couldn’t picture myself taking any orders from a measly Vampire, but the shop owner had quite the skilled tongue and somehow talked me into it. ーー But I’m quitting this job right now. So, how about I join you on your little shopping trip, huh? Come on, let’s go.

Subaru: Haah...!? Don’t tell me you’re ditchin’ your duty and leavin’ me to do it all!?

Shin: Watch your words. If I leave the patrolling up to my Familiars, it doesn’t matter whether I’m actually around or not, does it?

Subaru: Your Familiars? You mean those wolves?

Shin: Exactly. Our Familiars are very competent, you see. I’ve got them keeping a close eye on things so no fights break out.

*HOOOOOWL*

Subaru: Don’t tell me...Is that why this place is nearly deserted?

Shin: Hahaha! You finally realized? Having to play security guard is such a drag, so when there’s barely anyone around, it makes the job a lot easier.

Subaru: Well...You do have a point.

Shin: Well, well, well...~? Subaru...Were you about to say something sweet and heartwarming? (1) ‘It’s a shame people don’t get to enjoy the Parade to the fullest’, for example~?

Subaru: ...!! ‘Course not! ...Che, fuck off...

Shin: Hehehe...~ Then good boys like yourself should obey the orders given to them and stand around here. ーー Meanwhile, you come here.

Shin pulls you closer.

*Rustle*

Shin: Let’s go.

Subaru: ...Wait!? ーー Hold it!!

*TIMESKIP*

*HOOOOOWL*

Shin: So...I heard you’re looking for a rare souvenir from the Demon World to take home with you? Do you have anything specific in mind? You won’t give me a dumb answer like ‘I haven’t put that much thought into it yet’, right? Do you want something you can display? Or food? You must have somewhat of a basic idea, right?

Subaru: ...Actually, you don’t even get the luxury of choosin’...All of the shops are closed.

Shin: You’re right. I wonder why.

You point out that it’s mostly likely because of the wolves.

Shin: Haah...!? It’s because of the wolves? Are you talking shit about my Familiars?

*HOOOOOWL*

Subaru: No that’s obviously the problem. I can only imagine they’re fearin’ an attack when those wolves are just sittin’ there keepin’ an eye out.

Shin: Haah!? The fuck!? I have no idea what you’re saying!

Subaru: Haah...Whatever, just do somethin’ ‘bout it. Otherwise she won’t be able to buy anythin’, right?

Shin: Don’t want to.

Subaru: Haah!? Then what are we gonna do!?

Shin: Rather than the Familiars, we should just convince the shop owners instead. ーー With brute force, if necessary.

You protest.

Shin: ...Ah? Since the nerve to tell me off, I can only assume you have an alternative in mind? Of course, telling me to patrol instead isn’t an option.

You make a suggestion.

Shin: Haah? Familiars which aren’t scary? Well...I guess I do have some.

Subaru: Hah? Then why not just use those instead!?

Shin: Anyway, why do I have to go the extra mile here?

Subaru: For her sake, duh!

Shin: Uwah! He actually went there! Cringe! (2)

Subaru: Shut up!!

Shin: Heh...But I feel that if we leave Subaru in charge of helping you pick out a souvenir, it won’t end well, so fine.

*Rustle*

Shin: ...Ah, but you have to pick whatever I telll you to without any protests, okay? Well thenーー

*Whistle*

*HOOOOOWL*

Subaru: Wah...!? Instead of the large wolves...You’re goin’ to use...cubs?

Shin: Exactly. ーー Listen up, lil’ ones! Get into position and keep a close watch on things! You may be small, but if you see someone commit a crime, you can go ahead and bite off their arm or leg, okay?

The cubs whine.

Shin: There, there, good boys...Okay, now off you go!

The small wolves run towards their post.

Subaru: You...Why didn’t you just bring those in the first place!?

Shin: Heehー I don’t like having to use them. After allーー

The crowd starts to fawn over the cubs.

Shin: Haah...Just like that, it’ll cause a big fuss. It’s just asking for things to get noisy.

You note how the cubs are very cute.

Shin: Hehe. I know just how cute they are better than anyone else. ...Although, you might be in for a painful surprise if you underestimate them based solely on appearance, so be warned, okay?

Subaru: S-Sure...Rather than underestimate them, if anything...

You tilt your head to the side.

Subaru: ...!! I-It’s nothin’...! ...Oh, the shops opened their doors. Let’s go.

You walk towards the shops.

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: Hmー Oh, there it is! Here, take a look at this decorative figure. Can you tell what it is?

You answer.

Shin: Absolutely correct! It’s a nutcracker! You can put a whole nut in its mouth, then push down real good andーー

*Crack*

Shin: There you go! I’ve looked at a few, but this one seems the most sturdy out of all the ones sold at this store, so I’m sure it’ll last a while.

Subaru: Haah!? She doesn’t need this shit, does she!?

Shin: Of course she does! Every household needs at least one of these. I’m sure it’ll be put to great use to serve me.

Subaru: Then she definitely doesn’t need it. I’m sure there’s much better options. For example...

One of the wolves comes to report to Shin.

Shin: Hm? What’s wrong?

Subaru: What is he sayin’? Don’t tell me, did something happen!?

Shin: Ah. It doesn’t seem to be anything too serious, but I’m gonna go take a look real quick.

Subaru: Wait! ...Uhm...I...I’m coming as well.

Shin: Hmー Okay then, be my guest.

*SCENE SHIFT*

Shin: Sorry for the wait. ...Here, dig in. These nuts are one of the best.

The wolves start eating.

Subaru: Did they come and tell you...They were hungry?

Shin: Exactly. They’re still young after all, so they’re still a little spoilt, it can be quite the handful.

You look at the cubs in awe.

Shin: ...Hah! You’ve got that dumb smile on your face again. Say, why don’t you try petting them? A lot of the little ones like to be petted, so I’ll give you special permission.

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Heh. Look at that happy look on your face. Petting their back is fine, but when you do this...

*Rustle*

Shin: ...And rub their belly, they’ll enjoy it even more.

Subaru: Oh...

Shin: Hoho~? Subaru...Would you perhaps like to pet them as well?

Subaru: Whaー!? No fuckin’ way!!

Shin: I see. Then I won’t let you lay even a single finger on them.

Subaru: ...W-Why would I even do that?

Shin: Hmm~~? Should I give you special permission to touch them as well?

Subaru: N...No thank you.

Shin: This might be a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know? I rarely ever summon the baby ones.

Subaru: ...!! ...Aah, shut up! I’m goin’! See you!

Subaru walks away.

Shin: Ahaha, oh dear.

You frown.

Shin: It’s fine! Just leave that guy be! Rather than delivering the final blow right now (3), I have something much more fun in mind. I’m sure we’ll be able to see something rather interesting if we secretly follow him. Hehehe~

The two of you trail behind Subaru.

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: Hmm~ He came here all by himself, guess he’s going after that one, huh?

Subaru: Oi, want some nuts?

One of the wolves approaches Subaru.

Subaru: Good boy. Come a lil’ closer. ...Exactly...Just like that...Until right underneath the palm of my hand...

He starts petting the wolf.

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...!! I had no idea they were this soft...!!

Shin: What are you doing?

Subaru: Uwah...!!? W-When did you...!?

Shin: Ah-aah~ Look who lured out a wolf cub all the way to this back alley to coddle them. I’m shocked!

Subaru: N-No...! You’ve got it all wrong, I didn’tーー!

Shin: Then how do you explain those nuts in your hand?

Subaru: Ah...Uhm...I found these layin’ ‘round on the ground over there.

Shin: You say that, but they seem to be inside a brand-new bag? I’m fairly certain you prepared those especially to be able to ruffle this little guy.

Subaru: ...!!

The cub whines.

Shin: Ah, sorry, sorry. I’ll give you some in a sec so just hang on, okay?

Subaru: Che. ...Oi, you can give them these nuts in my place.

Shin: Oh~? Don’t you want to pet them even more?

Subaru: ...Ugh!

Shin: Guess I have no other choice. Now say ‘I want to cuddle (4) with them more’.

Subaru: Haah...!?

Shin: Easy, no? Come on, this soft, fluffy and warm fur is waiting for you~

Subaru: ...Kuh! ...Uu...I-I...

Shin: ‘I’...?

Subaru: You littleー! ..I want to pet...These cute little cubs which keep on looking up at me with their puppy eyes...!! Kuh...!

Shin: Hahaha! I don’t understand why you look like you’re dying from just saying one simple sentence. But well, seeing that pathetic look on your face gave me plenty of enjoyment.

Subaru: ...!! You bastard...!!

Shin: Oh come on, save that for later. Now feed them the nuts.

Subaru: Oh...Right...

*Rustle*

Subaru: S...So cute...

Shin: Right? Ours are the number one cutest in the whole Demon World. Come on. Now that his belly’s nice and full, he wants you to pet him.

Subaru: C-Can I...? In that case, I’ll take you up on that offer...

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...T-This feels amazing!

Shin: Uwah...That happy look in his eyes is making me gag.

Subaru: Imagine sleeping while resting your head on something this soft. ...Right, if I could bring this guy into my coffin to snuggle...

Shin: Haah!?

Subaru: It’s settled! I’m borrowin’ this guy for one night! ーー See you!

Subaru runs off with the wolf cub.

*WOOSH*

Shin: Haah!? Hold it! ...Wait, I said! ...Hey! You help me out too! We have to catch Subaru!

Shin chases after Subaru, dragging you along as well.

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says: ‘Were you about to make a ‘good boy statement?’

(2) When you call someone 恥ずかしいやつ or ‘hazukashii yatsu’, it implies that you are ashamed of their behavior/the things they say.

(3) More specifically, he says ‘to defeat him by/through teasing’.

(4) While the term もふもふする or ‘mofu-mofu suru’ can be translate as ‘to pet’ as well, it usually refers to really going in with both hands and snuggling/cuddling up against the fur as well, fully enjoying its softness.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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inkedmyths · 2 years ago

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S1: E15 “The Benders”

Brought to you by Crepe Please Your Dragon Funds

This episode featuring: misconceptions, being hunted for sport, lying to cops, and more fucked up family parallels

The hell does that title mean

Guess I'll find out

[ Kayla: Elements or drugs? Who knows! ]

What kind of name is Hibbing Minnesota

[ Kayla: A real place, probably. ]

Yeah but its a dumb name

Never put your face close to the ground at night

LMAO ITS NOT THE POLICE ITS THE DUMBASS DUO

Sam is no fun. No more darts for Dean

Uh oh! Scary noises

Sam no

Oh its a cat lol

Hes gonna get grabbed for real right

Oh Sam DID get yoinked so this is a Dean ep

Like the rifle

Oh hey Sam buddy. You look uhhh pretty stuck

Man how do you pick these names, Dean. "Greg"

LMAO IS THIS NOT EVEN SUPERNATURAL. IS IT JUST KIDNAPPING. IF SO THAT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY

LMAO Alfred is funny

HE REALLY DID JUST GET KIDNAPPED HUH

I mean it might be a cult or something

Dean this is what happens when you make up shit all the time LMAOOO

Then again Dean is like. Legally dead rn isn't he. Bc of the mimic thing

Dean trying to dodge the fact that he's Dean Winchester and legally dead

THIS ALFRED GUY IS HILARIOUS hes such a bastard

Oh is he about to die

Man I'm rooting for him but I get a feeling he's our sacrifice

OH SHIT hes trying to stab him!!

Are they just hunting people for sport? Are they just normal weirdos??

Oh that does seem to be the house

Uh oh ma'am unfortunately Dean was right I don't think this will go well

Uh oh. Weird girl. Is she trapped? Being held hostage? Part of this?

Oh fun its a whole fucked up family?

UH OH DEAN

God these ppl are grubby

Hurry hurry

Oh good

[ Crepe says some spoilers in the chat. At least she spoilered them this time, so I don’t know what it is. Apparently Kayla is shocked by this tidbit. What are you people talking about. ]

Hello?

DEAN bestie you made it

LMAO they're saying all this in front of the police lady and she's like "???"

Damn so its just a bunch of serial killers. Thats wild

Real "Scooby Doo taught me the real monsters are people" energy

[ Crepe: Maybe the real monsters were the humans we met along the way. ]

They're just hunting ppl for funsies.

"Demons, I get. People are crazy."

Ohh cmon bestie don't get jumped

OH SHIT THE GIRL

OHHH SHIT DEAN

Yeah they're literally just hunting people for sport

Its supposed to be a fucked up parallel yeah. Hunting dad and his hunting sons.

[ Crepe asks if they have trophies. I said yeah, pictures. She seems disappointed by this. ]

GO SAM

GO GO

YES GET THEM

Yeah thats deserved. Fuck that guy

Yeah get out of there lol

Damn

This show LOVES to have people parallel the Winchesters in various fucked up ways. Emphasizing their bond, emphasizing how messed up their life is, how one change might change them... interesting.

#on the highway to superhell #supernatural #spn #well. at least im getting closer to finishing all those g1s.

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blushinggray · 3 years ago

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Free! The Final Stroke screeching/reaction (spoilers)

AHHHHH I JUST WATCHED THE FINAL STROKE MOVIE TODAY IN THEATERS ON PREMIER DAY AND IT WAS LAKSJDFOAIFJWOEI to summarize it all, it was Very Gay, which was to be expected but they DID NOT have to get so freaking extra with it 😩😩😩

much screaming and many spoilers ahead

FIRST OF ALL, KIRISHIMA NATSUYA: HE WAS SO FUCKING HANDSOME DAFKJOIEFJOSIDJF. SO HANDSOME. SO HANDSOME AND STUPID AND OVERLY FRIENDLY AS WE LOVE HIM TO BE ALKDSJFOAIEW.

he was in the film for a total of maybe 5 minutes altogether, which was kind of a lot bc the film kind of was just putting all the characters back in for the sake of putting them in imo? for the fans, lol. so everyone could see their faves. and in these five minutes that he appeared, our mans:

bragged about his little brother he's so proud of

got laughed at by nao for being natsuya (aka dumb and straightforward) as usual

trained with sousuke (he was hanging out in the same pool with him, nao, and makoto to train and aid in sousuke's rehab training)

got a call from ikuya after the international swimming competition in sydney!!!! in that same cafe he's always at!!!! and he was with nao at the time he got the call. casual and cool as always, being the cool big brother or whatever. he ended the call with a curt, "you got it. see you. don't catch a cold."

HE WAS HANGING OUT AT CAFE MARON WHILE THEY WAITED FOR THE SYDNEY COMPETITORS TO COME BACK TO JAPAN. HE WAS BEHIND THE COUNTER WITH ASAHI (WHO WAS HOLDING BABY TSUKIMI IN A CARRIER ON HIS CHEST!!!!!) AND HE THREW HIS ARM AROUND ASAHI AND WAS GETTING SO CLOSE LIKE ALKSDJFAOIEJAOEI. I have absolutely no clue what he was saying at the time bc i was too busy freaking out and trying to hold in the sounds bc the theater was so quiet. but his GODDAMN FACE. HE WAS SMIRKING. SO HANDSOME 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

and of fucking course, they were all out together at a restaurant when the sydney competitors came back, and he was like, "wth no one else is drinking alcohol tonight?" and nao was like "ofc not haha" AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

HE FUCKING FALLS ASLEEP AT THE TABLE AFTER DRINKING AND EVERYONE IS SURROUNDING HIM AND PATTING HIM LIKE "dude..." and ikuya is sitting there like, omg can't believe this mess is my brother....

i thought that just might be his last scene in the film but then we show back up to the kirishima household and natsuya is eating some sort of luxury holiday(?) bento and ikuya is like "aren't you gonna save any for me?" and natsuya's like "of course not. this is for me, you gotta wait until next year xD" and then ikuya just fucking SNATCHES up several different foods and stuffs his face with all of them and natsuya starts arguing with him over them laskjdfoawiefjao where was this brotherly affection all this time?????

and then cut to a few seconds later, natsuya's bumming in his room on the floor like in s3 when ikuya comes in and tells him about his new future goals and alskdjfaoei brothers sharing their ambitions together 😩😩 WHAT IS GOING ON. EVERYONE GETS ALONG SO WELL NOW???

NEXT: we'll go back to the beginning i guess lmfao but they're preparing for some sort of university festival

we start off with an easily misunderstandable shoujo-style situation where asahi is talking to ikuya like, "i know it's your first time... you don't have to be nervous. i know you can do it." and ikuya's like "no! i can't 😣" like the tsun he is backed up against the wall. and then it turns out they're trying to make a mille feuille cake.... but everything he's made so far looked like crepes

and for some damn reason, KISUMI comes outta nowhere into the kitchen and is like "ooooh what's this? a mille feuille cake? although they all look kinda like crepes haha ^^" and then ikuya RUNS THE FUCK OUT OF THE KITCHEN, yelling, "i told you i couldn't do it!!!" like the fucking tsun he is... and asahi is yelling at kisumi like "why did you just say that!!!" and starts rubbing his knuckles into kisumi's head and kisumi's just laughing like, "oh did i do that hehe"

and for some reason... seijuurou is working at the booth in his speedo and swim team jacket. i mean i'm not complaining but sir.... PLS TAKE MY MONEY AND GIVE ME YOUR FAT OCTOPUS BALLS. (he literally started a batter mixing competition with hoshikawa inside the booth, like what are they even doing in the same booth???)

then rin and sousuke show up to ikuya, asahi, and hiyori(?)'s booth, and they're offering them the crepes and then they get into a conversation about smth that leads into them showing the embarrassing photos they have of each other?????? like ikuya has a pic of rin in his maid costume for some reason??? (tho it isn't shown) and rin shows an embarrassing pic of ikuya he has in his phone that he got from natsuya???????????? and then ikuya starts chasing after rin yelling at him to delete it lasdkjfoaei

and then haru is off to the side selling ugly ass bird mascots again lmfao. bc ofc he is. love that weirdo

BUT THE REAL KICKER HERE IS KINJOU!!!!!!!!!!!

APPARENTLY, HIS VILLAIN BACKSTORY COMES FROM HIS CHILDHOOD CRUSH (/exaggerated) ON HIYORI ALSKDJFOAIE WHAAAT. apparently he was that annoying kid in the playground who would go up to hiyori and bother him bc he wanted a friend. bb hiyori was literally like "why are you even talking to me so much?" in his sandbox. and bb kinjou is like, "well there's gotta be smth you like, right? what is it?" and hiyori's like "well i feel kinda happy when i'm swimming... :)" as images of ikuya flash into his mind, that gay ass

BUT KINJOU'S GAY ASS EYES START SPARKLING TOO AND THEN HE'S LIKE "I GOTTA LEARN WHAT THE BIG DEAL ABOUT SWIMMING IS" and he runs home, begs his brother to take him to the pool. but next time he brings his swimming stuff with him to the playground, hiyori isn't there anymore and apparently he left for america at that time (or smth). so poor baby basically got ghosted

but hiyori still knows him when they're older!!!! kinjou shows up when they're throwing out the trash after the uni festival and calls out to hiyori to taught him (which is where that bullying preview scene came from i guess) and alkfjeoiaejoaifj omfg it's like that estranged childhood friends (sorta) trope but it'll never go kinjou's way bc hiyori is and will always be in love with ikuya 😔

kinjou would make such a good yandere tho!!!! he has a feral expression on a few times throughout the movie, and during a race he gets super competitive mid-race and... ngl he was kinda sexy 😳 i'm actually kind of surprised by how taken i was with him in this movie. doesn't help that he's unfairly handsome and his hair looks fucking amazing. i MAY OR MAY NOT be exploring this man in the future..................

i also found the ending with haru pretty interesting!!!! it kind of hints at neurodivergence? smth along the lines of disassociation or multiple personalities? (guess 50% off was kinda right on that end lmfao).

he gets obsessed with beating albert wahlander, which is the most fired up i've ever seen him (to the point of almost hurting himself) and then the shadow or whatever effect albert has on haru kind of just overtakes him and pushes haru out of his own body in a way... it doesn't make sense to describe it this way, i know, but haru is literally watching himself say hurtful things to his friends while being overtaken by this... albert obsessed persona?

it's so interesting to see haru being the one obsessing over someone instead of the other way around for once!!! at the end of the movie (after all the credits) haru says the same thing he once said at the beginning of season 1? about how "at age 5, you're a prodigy. at age 15, you're a genius. at age 20(?), you're average." and this is def gonna be explored/concluded in the second part of the final stroke movie so i'm excited for that!!!! april 2022 come at me!!!!

there were SOOOOO many other things going on, plot wise and fanservice wise, and ofc kyoto animation was fucking TOP TIER SHIT. all the water effects... there was a shot where haru was looking at his reflection in the water and they make a drop fall and spread and shake his reflection in the waves and it was lafkjsefoiaeja fucking glorious. the soundtrack was lovely too. there was a RADWIMPS-esque beginning song and a sexy ass electric guitar buildup for kinjou (which may or may not be contributing to my growing obsession with him...)

AHHHH!!!! it was so good and everyone was so cute and handsome and gay and funny. we literally see every single character we've met before in some way, shape, or form lmfao. i might just go back to the theater and watch it again on one of the upcoming holidays this week.... SO GOOD. SO GOOD.

I LOVE ALL THESE GAY SWIMMING BOYS SO MUCH 😩😩😩

#free!#free! the final stroke #misc

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levis-hazelnut · 4 years ago

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Summary: when you and your best friend, Hanji, were younger, you had made up stories about your dream guys - what they would look like and how you would meet. What happens when the one you had made up appears to be real?

Warning(s): suggestions of sex. please do tell me if there are anymore.

Taglist (closed): @castellandiangelo @fandom-addict19 @20coldhearts

Status: completed

part 10 > part 11 > part 12 (final)

series masterlist

(a/n: sorry this is me just being thirsty for levi, it’s completely self indulgent and barely has a plot)

I think what I’m about to tell you right now is probably one of the biggest surprises.

So, you know how both of my relationships never lasted longer than five months? Well, my relationship with Levi has been going on for eleven months now. Almost a whole year. Which means I’ve been living in heaven for the past eleven months.

This man is just amazing in every way possible (but please don’t tell him I said this because he’s going to piss me off). He can pretend that he doesn’t care about anything all he wants because I know how much of a sweetheart he actually is, and I hate him for making me fall even more in love with him.

And another reason why I hate him is because--

That god awful sound of my ringtone screamed into my ear and I knew who it was, seeing as how there was only one person who would call me at eight a.m. on a Saturday.

With a few grumbled curses, I blindly reached for my phone and answered it, “What?”

“Good morning to you, too, darlin’.”

“For god’s sake, just tell me what you want. I’m trying to sleep.”

“I’d like for you to get your ass out of bed since our exam starts in less than twenty minutes.”

... Wasn’t it the weekend?

“... Excuse me? Exam? Since when?”

“Look at your calendar, please, you idiot.”

“I may or may not have put it into my calendar because I relied on you,” I muttered, jumping out of bed and scrambling to find some clothes before quickly brushing my teeth and trying to fix my bed head.

“Also, stop by at the café before you come. I want tea.”

“Are you fucking dumb? I’m not stopping to get you tea when I’ll already be late.”

“It’s on the way. It’ll only add a couple of minutes to your journey.”

“If I’m late, I swear I’m going to--”

“It won’t be my fault if you’re late. Thank you for getting me tea. Love you. Bye.”

He cut the phone before I could even reply and I rolled my eyes, slamming the apartment door behind me as I rushed down the stairs and made my way to the café to get Levi his precious tea since I’m such a loving girlfriend.

With a shrill ring of the bell above the door, my arrival was announced as I looked to the counter to see Eren talking to Levi, with a cup of tea in his hands.

I frowned, marching towards them to slap the back of the raven’s head.

“What the hell?” he spat, flicking my forehead in retaliation.

“What happened to getting you tea, so I can be late to the exam?”

“There is no exam, darlin’.”

“What do you mean? Why did you tell me that there was an exam? Why would you make me lose precious hours of sleep?”

“Seeing as how you don’t remember, I’ll remind you. Last night you asked me to help you study. For the exams. But I didn’t think you’d get out of bed for our study session.”

“Stop knowing me so well and let me sleep. Now, you have to buy me a cof--” I cut myself off when he presented a hot cup to me and the aroma of coffee wafted around my nose, calming me down after I took a sip. “Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied before turning to the male with turquoise orbs. “Thanks for the drinks.”

“No problem. I also cleared a table in the corner for you guys, so that you wouldn’t get too distracted.”

“Aw, thank you, Eren,” I grinned. “Come on, let’s get this shit over with,” I huffed, dragging the raven towards the table, where we both sat down, and he took things out of his bag before tucking it under the table.

“What do you want to focus on?” he asked, and then glancing at me when I didn’t respond because I was too busy focusing on the black t-shirt he was wearing. Perfectly fitted around his arms, tight around his torso and pecs, exposing the ripples that I love to run my fingers over. And he was wearing a couple of silver rings on his hands, and I didn’t think he’d be able to look more attractive.

“... You,” I replied to his question with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes.

“I will walk out of this café if you don’t stop staring at me like a freaking weirdo and if you don’t pay attention to what I’m saying.”

“But I’m tired,” I whined, facepalming the table.

“That’s not my fault.”

“I will fucking kill you, Levi. You were the one that decided to call me for five hours last night. And the one who thought it’d be a wonderful idea to wake me up at eight in the morning.”

“... Fine. We don’t have to start straight away,” he told me, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to bulge even more.

“Don’t sit like that.”

“Why?” he questioned, raising a single brow.

“Because I’m sure you don’t want to get fucked in a café.”

“Why are you always so horny, you freak?”

“You’re asking me that question while looking like that?” I scoffed with the roll of my eyes. “The audacity.”

“Just drink your coffee before it gets cold.”

“I will. By the way, do we have to stay in here? Can we go to the library or somewhere quieter?”

“Why? So you can fuck me?”

“No, you idiot. I just won’t be able to concentrate with all these people.”

“But you’ll get too sleepy if it’s quiet.”

“True,” I mumbled. “Okay, then. Just give me like half an hour and I should be ready to study.”

“What am I going to do for thirty minutes?”

“Maybe talk to your girlfriend, smartass,” I retorted, laying my head on the table again, squishing my cheek against it. There was no response, so the only sounds were the chatter of customers, glass clinking, and air conditioning because of the sweltering weather. I glanced at my boyfriend, wondering why he was silent, only to find that he was gazing at me. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” was his reply, which was unusual, before he took a sip of his tea.

“What are you thinking about?”

“About how we ended up here. Together. In a relationship.”

A tender smile conquered my lips as I reached my hand out for his, interlocking our fingers. “Thank you, Levi. For loving me like no one else did. And no matter how much you get on my nerves, I’m always going to appreciate you being here for me.”

“I’m not good with this shit, so yeah, same thing goes to you,” he said awkwardly, causing me to laugh.

“Can’t believe it’s going to be our one-year anniversary in about two weeks.”

“Going to be a year since I entered hell.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, kicking his shin, despite knowing he was joking.

“... You know what, let’s just go,” the raven-haired male randomly stated, standing up and gently tugging on my hand as our fingers were still intertwined. To my one-word question of: “Where?” he replied, “I don’t know, but I don’t feel like it’s day that we should study. We have plenty of time for that, so let’s do something.”

My hues shone brightly as I grinned and gladly accepted his offer, getting out of my seat and grabbing my coffee as he packed his things away prior to leading me out of the stuffy building, bidding farewell to Eren.

“Let’s go to your place. We’ll make breakfast, have it on the balcony, and do whatever after.”

“'Kay, then. But can we slip in a nap after breakfast because I’m still tired?” I requested.

“Of course.”

So, we made way to mine and Hanji’s apartment, relieved that I didn’t have to study all day today and could simply relax with the raven. That fact made me smile a little as I unlocked the door to the apartment, stepping inside and kicking my shoes off as Levi did the same, following you to your bedroom.

“Ten minutes, please. Then, we begin our date,” I sighed, plopping down onto my bed and he made himself comfortable, shifting my head onto his lap. Then, his slender digits began to soothingly drift through my tresses that were completely tangled, so he had gently unknotted my hair to make it easier to run his fingers through it.

“Remind me to never wake you up this early on a weekend again.”

“I always tell you, asshole. And you never listen to me.”

“Well, I’ve finally learnt my lesson. So, hush.”

After my ten-minute rest, I went to splash my face with water to wake me up a little, while Levi was in the kitchen, preparing everything for breakfast, seeing as how the only thing he ate for breakfast was tea and toast, and I only had coffee.

“Hey, darlin’, what do you want to eat?”

“Mmm, maybe crepes... Let me help.”

So, in the next forty minutes, I ended up with flour on my face and clothes, while that idiot was just smirking at me, and I had slipped because there was water on the floor. And all of it was amusing to my boyfriend, who seemed to be in a great mood since he kept chuckling (not that I was complaining because it was a beautiful sound). The annoying thing, though, was that I was too irritated to mock him wearing my floral apron that made him lose his debonair flair.

“You’re an idiot with her own comedy show,” he teased.

“I don’t know if that is a compliment or not.”

“It isn’t. I’m calling you an idiot.”

“Shut up. You’re the reason I’m covered in flour.”

“Just go sit down and eat. I’ll clean everything up.”

“You better, you clean-freak,” I mumbled, doing as he said, taking a seat at the table on the balcony as he placed down the plates and mugs before sitting opposite me. The sun grinned down on him, giving him an ethereal appearance and making him even more gorgeous.

There was idle chatter as we ate because I was too exhausted and agitated to carry a proper conversation that had too much information for my brain to register.

Once we were done, the raven stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen and wash them (husband material right there) as Hanji approached me with a yawn, rubbing the fatigue from her eyes.

“How come you’re awake so e-- Oh,” she said when she noticed Levi.

“Yeah, he made me get out of bed early for no reason,” I complained as I stood up to help him. “There’s leftover batter for crepes, by the way.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks. Also, why is there flour everywhere?”

“Because of that idiot.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re the idiot, darlin’,” he called from the kitchen before appearing before us, shooting an annoying and teasing look my way, and shot him a glare in return.

From someone else’s perspective that don’t know us, we’d probably look like we hate each other, when in reality, this was basically our love language - annoying each other and glaring.

“I will punch you, Ackerman. However, I need to clean up, so you’re lucky.”

“Not like you would’ve, anyway. And before you say anything else, just go shower.”

Once again, I rolled my eyes but left the room to do as he said, grabbing some clothes and a towel before going into the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door, however, it opened slightly and Levi stepped inside, shutting and locking the door.

“What are you doing?” I inquired.

“I said I’ll clean everything up, didn’t I? That includes you,” he whispered with a smirk, leaning in to latch his lips onto mine, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

~/~

Soft kisses were pressed along my hairline and my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, down to my jaw and further down to my shoulders. Lips continued to migrate, travelling to my neck where there were soft nibbles and flicks of a tongue against the flesh of my neck.

My fingers were tangled in ebony locks, damp and fragrant from our recent shower, and my nails gently scratched against Levi’s scalp as I drifted my hand through his hair. His touches were light and almost careful, like he didn’t want to hurt me, even though his teeth contrasted that when he sunk his teeth into my skin a couple of times before kissing the spot he bit as a wordless apology.

We were simply lying down in my bed, relaxing in a comfortable silence. I laid on my back with my eyes lidded, while Levi laid on his side, resting his head on my chest as he continued to pepper my skin in soft kisses and gentle nips.

These would always be my favourite moments. Just moments filled with adoration, silent declarations of love, and serenity. No teasing, annoying, or glaring. No retorts, no eye rolling, no grumbles. Only warmth, tenderness, affection.

“Darlin’?” he uttered in a hushed voice, but when I didn’t respond, he lifted his head to gaze at me, finding that I had fallen asleep. His ashen hues were full of fondness, admiring my relaxed visage before he pecked my lips and assumed his original position - his head on my chest and an arm slung over my torso.

While I was asleep, he was on his phone, scrolling through social media, occasionally sighing because he was bored. But he wouldn’t wake me up because I deserved to sleep.

It wasn’t until about twelve o’clock when I woke up with Levi’s head still laying on my chest, however, his grey orbs were hidden. So, with little movement, I attempted to reach for my phone, only to find that his fingers were entangled with mine, which made me smile softly because I hadn’t been holding his hand before I fell asleep.

And when I pressed my lips against his knuckles, his eyes fluttered open to meet mine, and there was a smile shimmering in his beautiful eyes.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead,” he hummed placing a single kiss on my jaw.

“Mhm. Did you miss me?” I murmured, unhinging my jaw and letting out a yawn.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, putting up an act to support his lie. “No.”

I giggled softly, kissing his forehead. “Whatever you say, babe. Anyway, what are we doing for the rest of the day?”

“I was thinking something outside because the weather’s nice.”

“Oh, I know! There’s a funfair at the park just ten minutes away. Let’s go there.”

“Sure. We’ll leave in about an hour?” he suggested, and I hummed in agreement, tugging my boyfriend closer so I could nuzzle my face into his chest before we got out of bed. “Then, we can come back later and make dinner together.”

“That sounds nice,” I said in a hushed voice, feeling sleep taking over me once again. However, Levi attempted to save me before I completely gave in.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“Shhh.”

For the umpteenth time that day, the raven rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the smile that edged onto his lips every time.

He doesn’t know what it was. But every time I would do or say something, even if it was the most stupid and idiotic thing he’s seen, he feels something warm flutter inside. And he realises how much he’s fallen for me, which has changed him. In a good way.

And all this time I thought I was a bad influence.

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magniloquent-raven · 4 years ago

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See What This is Worth

Harringrove Week of Love: Day 4

Teacher AU || School Dance

Rated: T

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Billy is not, by nature, the kind of person who likes to be overly helpful. He doesn’t go out of his way for people he doesn’t know. He’s not especially charitable.

And yet here he is, taking time out of his Friday night, setting up tables and supervising idiots with no upper body strength who think they can move a whole stack of chairs on their own. He has better things to do than hang out at work and chaperone a bunch of middle-schoolers trying to score their first kiss to some truly grating top 40 shit.

He didn’t even like school dances when he was a student. As a middle-schooler he was too fucking terrified that some girl might ask him to dance, so he just never went. And in high school...well. He ended up more the type to get high in the parking lot and ditch with whatever chick was too drunk to notice he didn’t put out.

There was never a boy he liked well enough to do this shit with. Get dressed up and pretend not to want to dance and get flustered when he so much as touches a hand. No one in school was worth suffering through this shit for.

Until now, unfortunately.

He’s a grown-ass man and somehow feels like a dumb, lovestruck teen and it’s all Steve Harrington’s fault.

Him and his fucking face, and his ass, and his looking unfairly good in a suit.

He looks good in his stupid dorky khakis and paint-splattered apron too, but holy shit Billy never really got the phrase cleans up nice until he saw Steve in formal wear. His hair all combed neatly for once, wearing a blazer and slacks that have clearly been tailored.

Billy is seriously considering sending a thank you note to whatever tailor Steve visits, because they are very good at their job.

Good enough that Billy’s spending half his goddamn time staring at Steve’s ass instead of setting up. He’s bossing some volunteers around, gesturing animatedly about crepe paper and streamers and it’s so distractingly endearing that Billy kind of forgets he’s supposed to be doing anything other than watch Steve work.

And he gets caught. Steve turns, spots Billy staring. Scowls. Which is kind of his default expression when looking at Billy.

As much as Billy secretly wants to have Steve look at him like he can actually stand spending more than five minutes in the same room, the irritated frown kind of suits Steve. It’s cute. And when he gets pissed it’s hot. His eyes get all intense, mouth set in a firm line and Billy may or may not have had a fantasy or two about Steve making that exact face right before absolutely destroying his ass, so...Steve might not like him, but Billy’s dealing.

By being annoying, but still.

He wiggles his fingers in a sarcastic little wave, leaning a little more pointedly. He’s been lounging against the wall for way too long, his shoulder is going numb, but he’s not about to scramble to look like he’s doing something just because Steve spotted him.

Steve’s shoulders heave as he sighs, eyes rolling skyward. He hands his clipboard to the nearest volunteer, whispering something before turning on his heel and marching over.

Billy’s inspecting his nails when Steve reaches him. Stops a few paces away and folds his arms.

“Something I can do for you, Harrington?” He knows the bored tone gets to Steve, so he plays it up.

“Yeah. You were supposed to be helping Nancy put chairs out. You know, the thing you signed up for?” There’s still an edge to that statement, has been since Billy walked into the first committee meeting with a big, shit-eating grin and Steve glared at him looking like he was about to pop a blood vessel. He always says it all accusatory, like he’s not sure Billy even did sign up, and he’s just hanging around to be a nuisance.

Which, he is, but he’s doing it officially.

Has his little chaperone badge and everything. It’s pinned to his jacket, which he isn’t actually wearing, but he has it.

“Got tired,” Billy says with a dramatic weariness, head lolling to the side, rolling back against the wall. He looks up at Steve through his eyelashes. “I’m allowed to take a break aren’t I?”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. “Hargrove, you’re telling me moving flimsy plastic chairs tired you out? You’re built like a brick wall.” He puts his hands on his hips and gets the same look he gets when his students start throwing clay around.

“Are you objectifying me?” Billy puts a hand on his chest with mock-offence, the corners of his mouth turning upward with genuine delight. His grin brightens when Steve’s cheeks flush, gaze darting away, the annoyance flagging a little, replaced with something else for just a moment.

“I’m stating a fact. In a completely...imparted way.”

“Think you mean ‘impartial’.”

The flush darkens, a splotchy red instead of the petal pink he was a moment ago, and his mouth twists. “Whatever,” he mutters. “You’ve been standing here for like ten minutes, man, get back to work.”

He stalks off in a huff, leaving Billy wondering how the hell Steve knew how long he’d been slacking off for.

Then again, he is in charge, so. He’s probably keeping tabs on everyone. At least that’s what Billy has to tell himself so the butterflies in his stomach don’t get any ideas.

He wanders off, back to where he was supposed to be, but Wheeler doesn’t actually need his help. She got most of the chairs in place while he was checking out her ex. He gets an impatient brush-off when he half-heartedly asks her if there’s any more work to do.

She never did like him much.

Not that he’s bothered, he doesn’t care for her either. She’s too snooty. Up her own ass. Self-righteous. ...and Steve’s ex.

Rumour has it Steve’s finally over her, but Billy will believe it when he sees it, the man hasn’t been on a date since Wheeler tore his heart to shreds three years ago.

Heather gossips, okay. She’s nosy, and her family knows Wheeler’s family, who know Steve, and word gets around. These upper class assholes never have anything better to do than talk behind each other’s backs. Especially when the only son of a wealthy family is, at 28, single and teaching snot-nosed brats how to fingerpaint.

And Billy has a vested interest, sue him. He asks some pointed questions here and there.

God, he’s never gotten this fucking desperate over a guy before. Pining away. Putting up with Nancy Wheeler bossing him around at meetings because he doesn’t want to piss her off too much just in case that’s the final straw for Steve. The thing that tips their rapport from not-friendly to outright hostile.

Because for some reason the guy still gives a shit about the ex who cheated on him. Fucking martyr.

Billy’s not sure if he’s jealous that she gets forgiven and he gets angry glares for no goddamn reason, or if he’s just flabbergasted that anyone would be that self-sacrificing. Both, maybe. It’s a little impressive, honestly. How far out of his way Steve will go to forgive people.

Except Billy.

Who still doesn’t know what he did wrong in the first place.

Not that it bothers him. No, not at all. He’s just constantly thinking about it, and trying to hold on to every detail of the early days of their interactions so he can analyze those moments for clues, and sometimes lying awake at night wondering if he’s just fundamentally unlovable and he’s never gonna figure out what he did wrong because he just is wrong.

He’s fine. It’s fine.

Thank god Steve is occupied for the rest of set-up. Always finding someone who isn’t Billy to boss around when he isn’t physically doing something himself. Gives Billy some room to breathe. And watch, like a weirdo.

He gets a couple weird looks from other volunteers but that’s nothing new. Wheeler glaring at him. Heather smirking. That one parent chaperone who’s here early and was making eyes at him at first, but it’s devolved into side-eye.

He thought maybe the dance actually starting would be a distraction, but it’s just loud. He’s still constantly stealing glances at Steve. While he’s making small talk. While he’s repinning some streamers that got knocked loose. He looks gorgeous, even under the harsh fluorescent lighting of a school gym, and Billy really wishes he had a flask on him right now.

Yelling at some rowdy kids doesn’t help either. Just earns him a dirty look from that one overprotective chaperone mom. No one asked you, lady, the kid was bouncing around like an over-caffeinated gerbil, someone was gonna get hurt. It’s Billy’s job to break that shit up.

He needs a smoke. This is unbearable.

Slipping out of the gym unnoticed is easier than he thought it would be. No one seems to give a shit that he’s sidling out, which is a little insulting, honestly. But useful.

The hallways are quiet. Empty. It’s always a little creepy being here at night. The squeak of his boots on the linoleum, the artificial white light keeping the nighttime gloom out, it always feels a little dream-like. Nightmarish maybe. Liminal.

He props the door open on his way out, with a chair he lifted from a nearby classroom. The last thing he needs is to get locked out. Embarrassing. He’d probably just leave, but then he’d get chewed out for ditching.

He sighs, turning his face skyward for a moment to breathe before he lights up.

The cool air is a relief after being cooped up with so many rambunctious pre-teens. Billy’s still not a fan of Indiana weather, and he probably never will be, but anything is better than being in there another goddamn second.

This was a terrible idea. It was barely an idea. An impulse decision that got his ass stuck babysitting on a Friday night just so he could spend more time staring at Steve.

Pathetic.

Maybe he should just ditch right now.

He’s weighing the pros and cons when a familiar voice cuts into his contemplation.

“Hargrove, where the hell did you—” Steve’s face appears when he pokes his head out the cracked-open door. His pinchy annoyed face. He wrinkles his nose when he spots Billy, and the cigarette in his hand. “Seriously?”

Billy shrugs. Puts the cigarette between his lips and takes a pointed drag, cheeks hollowing.

Steve, who was trying to sidle out past the chair, trips. The chair clatters to the ground, Steve stumbling in the opposite direction, arms out and flailing.

The door slams shut behind him.

Billy gapes, incredulous gaze flicking between Steve, frozen in place, and the closed door. “Seriously?”

“...Shit. I—” Steve grimaces. Runs a hand through his hair, tousling his neatly combed locks. “You have your key, right?”

The glare Billy levels at him is positively icy. “Yeah, no, of course I do, the chair was there for fun. I wasn’t worried about being locked out at all.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus. You don’t have to be such a dick about it.”

“Don’t I?” It comes out far more bitterly than intended. Steve stares at him.

“No? What kind of—” he huffs, loud, frustrated, “What the fuck is your deal, Hargrove?”

Well. That’s a layered question. One he isn’t going to answer even a little bit. He scoffs instead, turning away and taking another angry pull off his cigarette. It warms him but does nothing for the pit in his stomach.

They stand there in silence for a beat. The muffled noise from inside is muted, distant.

“Fine, whatever,” Steve mutters. “I just don’t get why you hate me so much.”

And he sounds hurt. He sounds sad, and it throws Billy for a loop. Knocks him down a little. But then his chest gets tight, his heart flip-flopping around in the clutches of something caustic and resentful.

He flicks ash in Steve’s direction with an emphatic gesture, a petty vindictiveness. “You’re kidding, right?” he snaps. Steve’s jaw drops, just for a second, surprise passing over his face, before his expression hardens, his mouth snaps shut, jaw clenching.

“Alright, fine, I get it, what’s not to hate.” He clutches his elbows, not quite folding his arms. It looks more like he’s hugging himself. “Good talk.”

Billy squints at him. The tense line of his shoulders, the way he can’t quite meet Billy’s eye. He’s struck with the absurd urge to pull Steve into his arms. The impulse just pisses him off more. “You know what, princess, you get what you give, alright? You can’t treat someone like shit from the jump and then get mad when they don’t want to be your best fucking friend. Fuck you.”

“What? I never—”

“Oh, you never? You never asked Heather why she ‘puts up with such an asshole’?” He tosses his hands in the air, air quoting around the phrase, and takes a step towards Steve. “The day after we met? And you never talked over me at my first staff meeting, right? You would never.” Another step. He doesn’t think about it, doesn’t do it on purpose, but he ends up standing inches from Steve. The cold air mists their breath, and it mingles in one seething cloud between them. “You’ve been treating me like the dirt under your shoe since I got here, Harrington, don’t you dare act like you haven’t.”

Steve sets his jaw, a stubborn tilt to his chin. “You were an asshole. I still don’t get why she puts up with you!”

Billy grinds his teeth. He’s asked Heather that himself. With varying degrees of seriousness. It stings hearing it from someone else.

“Yeah, well, we can’t all be people pleasers,” he spits, hands clenching into fists at his side. To channel his anger, more than anything else. He isn’t seventeen anymore, he can’t just start throwing punches at a co-worker.

His nails bite into the skin of his palm, sweat stinging the shallow scrapes, and his hands tremble, itch.

“I’m not—you know what, I’m not doing this with you.” He steps back. Just like that. Like it’s that easy to walk away. Like none of this matters to him, and he’s just...venting frustrations that have nothing to do with Billy. Because Billy doesn’t matter to him. This is about getting locked out of his own stupid party. Or Wheeler saying something bitchy maybe. Or any number of things going on in his life that Billy doesn’t know about because he’s not a part of it.

And the tumbling, tangling web of twisting thoughts wrap around each other ‘til none of them make sense, ‘til he doesn’t know what he’s upset about he’s just gutted, just standing there in the cold staring at Steve, his eyes stinging and his toes going numb because he didn’t wear his good socks today.

He shouldn’t give a shit about this either, but he does.

Story of his fucking life, apparently.

Steve’s gaze wanders, looking for what, Billy doesn’t know, but his profile lit up by a dirty streetlamp has got to be the most beautiful fucking thing Billy’s ever seen. He wants to kiss Steve so badly it hurts.

And he hates that he still does, even when he’s angry. Even bitter and hurting he still wants.

He flicks his cigarette butt away and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“The fuck are you looking for, Harrington,” he asks flatly, as Steve cranes his neck peering around the building.

Steve shoots him a glare. “Trying to remember if any of the doors got left unlocked.” He shivers violently, and sticks his hands in his armpits. “It’s freezing out here, in case you didn’t notice, and I’m not really into the idea of frostbite, so.”

“What, Mr.Born-and-raised-in-Indiana can’t handle a little snow?” Billy sneers. It’s petty, he knows. It’s not fair. Because Steve is out here in a dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, dressed to be in a sweaty, crowded gymnasium. Billy at least grabbed his jacket before he came out here, knowing he was going to be a while, and he’s still clenching his jaw against the urge to let his teeth chatter.

The look that earns him is withering, though it’s undercut slightly by the awkward way Steve shuffles his arms around, trying to unroll his sleeves without exposing his fingers to the cold.

Billy rolls his eyes. “Forget it, pretty boy, Wheeler made her boytoy check all the doors before the dance started. Either wait ‘til someone notices you’re gone or break a window.”

“Great,” Steve mutters, and shudders again.

“Why do you still talk to her, anyways?” He tries for casual and misses by a mile. Steve’s eyebrows shoot upwards and Billy tries again. “Just making conversation. We could be out here a while.”

“And that was what you—whatever. She and I are friends. Why wouldn’t I talk to her.”

“C’mon,” Billy scoffs, “Plenty of reasons. You still hung up on her or something? Hangin’ around hoping for another shot?”

“Definitely not.”

It shouldn’t make Billy’s heart leap but it does. Just because he’s not still sniffing around after Wheeler’s granny panties anymore doesn’t mean he has any interest in Billy. “Really now.”

“Yes, really, Jesus Christ. Why do you care.”

“I don’t.” Billy lies, and looks away, affecting disinterest. He sniffs. “It’s just weird, is all. I sure as shit wouldn’t hang around someone after they cheated on me.”

Steve is staring. Billy can feel his gaze boring into the side of his head. He glances out of the corner of his eye, watches Steve furrow his brow and frown. “It wasn’t—It was more complicated than that. I wasn’t...good. We weren’t good together.” He stops himself, biting his lip, and shakes his head.

“Hm.” Billy chews his thumbnail. It almost feels like they’re getting somewhere, but it’s so fragile Billy’s afraid to open his mouth and ruin it. The silence stretches, filled only by Steve’s rustling shivers, and Billy’s own unsteady heartbeat. “My car keys are in my jacket pocket,” he ventures, after long enough that the silence has gotten awkward.

“What! How long were you going to keep that to yourse—”

“Do you want to take advantage of my heater, or not.”

“Jesus Christ, yes.”

“Alright.”

They don’t talk on the walk over. Snow crunches beneath Billy’s boots, and Steve slips a few times on patches of icy pavement.

And Billy feels somehow nervous. Like he’s invited Steve to his goddamn bedroom or something.

Or maybe he’s just worried this tentative peace will end with their conversation going where it always does, blowing up in his goddamn face. But they’ve never actually spent that much time alone, he has no idea how this is going to work.

Best case scenario it ends with Steve half-dressed in the backseat of his car, but he’s not stupid enough to hope for that.

Fantasize about it, sure, but…

Steve actually being in his car is a surreal experience. Filling the small cab with his clean laundry scent, sweet and subtle, faint enough to be a tease, and he has to restrain himself from taking big embarrassing sniffs to satisfy his sudden craving for more.

He wonders if the smell will linger. How long Steve will be a phantom presence in his space.

Waste of time to think about it now, while he’s actually here.

Billy distracts himself by keeping his hands busy. Fumbling with the keys in his stiff fingers. Poking the overhead button to flip on the interior light. Flicking the dials on his console. The heater’s fan drones almost as loudly as the engine. Somehow the white noise makes the silence less stressful.

Steve rubs his hands together in front of the nearest vent, hissing through his teeth. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t feel my goddamn fingers,” he mutters, the hair on his forehead flopping as he moves.

“You weren’t out there that long,” Billy chuckles. Steve’s clumsy flailing is stupid endearing, Billy is shamelessly turned in his seat to watch him, the doorhandle digging into his spine, his knee pulled up and leaning on the seat’s backrest.

“Oh come on, you grew up in California, how are you fine right now?” Steve groans, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. His gaze darts up and down Billy’s form before flicking away again.

It’s common knowledge where Billy is from. He doesn’t exactly hide it. There’s a goddamn Malibu postcard tacked up in his office, pictures of his old surfboard. But it still makes Billy a little giddy that Steve pays enough attention to know that.

“I run hot,” Billy says casually, and grins, tongue between his teeth. Truth be told, he wasn’t fine, he was fucking freezing, he’s just good at hiding physical discomfort.

Steve’s cheeks flush a little pinker, and his gaze gets suspiciously focused on the vent in front of him.

“So…” Steve licks his lips, pausing, “Uh. What was it like? California.”

Billy blinks at him. “Warmer than this shithole, for starters.”

He feels off balance suddenly. First-date-jittery. Which is ridiculous because he’s never gotten first date jitters. And this isn’t a date. Not even close. But still, when Steve laughs quietly it gets the butterflies in Billy’s stomach far too excited. Like he’s ten and discovering the wonders of holding a boy’s hand all over again.

“I uh. Can’t go back there.” Billy chews the inside of his cheek, watching Steve closely.

“Why, you a wanted criminal or something?”

Billy snorts. “Glad to know you think so highly of me. No, I meant...lotta shit happened there that I’d rather not remember.”

There were good things too. More good memories in California than after they moved, but that doesn’t stop the awful shit from tainting the whole goddamn state for him. Just makes it harder that it does.

Hard to want to go back to a place where you almost died, no matter how many times your mom took you to the beach there.

Steve meets his gaze, his eyes soft, and it punches the breath from Billy’s lungs for a second. “Yeah, I get that.” He hums, and tucks his hands between his thighs. The position makes him look oddly demure. “I, uh. Have some experience with avoiding bad memories, y’know. Doesn’t end well. Repressing that kinda shit.”

“Pff,” Billy leans his head back against the window. The cold seeps through his curls. “You sound like Kali.”

“...Who?”

“Biker boots. Side shave. ‘Bout yea tall.” Billy waves his hand around his shoulder. “You met her once. I brought her to that stupid Christmas party couple years back.”

“Oh.” Steve looks down at his lap. “Your girlfriend.”

Billy chokes on his own spit. “What?”

“...Your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, no, uh. No. Not even a little bit, man,” Billy laughs a little hysterically.

“She was your date to that party though, right? Did it not work out, or…?”

“Jesus,” he mutters, and rubs the back of his neck. Steve’s staring, all wide-eyed and confused and fucking adorable. He weighs his options. Wonders how much he should divulge. The easiest way would be to just say no, and move on. The safest way. They’re stuck out here alone and he doesn’t know how well Steve would react to finding out he’s stuck alone with a queer.

It’s something Billy tends not to take risks on. If guys can’t figure him out on their own, he isn’t going to tell them. But in this case...he’s just annoyed that Steve hasn’t noticed yet.

And besides, Steve spends half his time hanging around Robin Buckley—who Billy has his suspicions about—so it’s not like there’s no chance Steve would be okay with Billy being gay…

He takes a breath. Exhales slow and stares at the roof of the car. There’s a burn mark next to the rearview mirror where he might’ve stubbed out a cigarette. He’s had this damn car so long he doesn’t remember doing it.

“She’s a friend, Steve. And I borrowed her from her girlfriend that night,” he says, testing the waters. Steve blinks a little, lips parting, but doesn’t react any more than that. Doesn’t seem angry, or judgemental, or disgusted. “I’m not really ready to be out at work. So.”

“Wait, Robin was right?” Steve blurts, sitting a little straighter, eyebrows shooting up.

“Of course she noticed,” Billy mutters, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his jacket. He doesn’t ask why Buckley was talking to Steve about him in the first place, let alone about his sexual preferences. He’s not sure he wants to know.

“I mean, she kept going on about lesbian psychic sense, and I told her if anyone’s got a lesbian psychic sense, it’s El, not her, but—” he cuts himself off, flushing. “I, uh. Oh. Huh. Guess I shoulda listened to her when she told me my gaydar was busted.”

Well. That’s...something. Not the reaction he was expecting. Not that he did know what to expect, but still. “Yeah, you usually need to be queer to spot one,” he shrugs. Like he hasn’t been hoping Steve would pick up on his not-so-subtle hints this whole time, while dreading the possibility with equal fervour.

But Steve freezes then. Shoulders going stiff, his hands stilling. And Billy’s heart leaps.

“I...” Steve fidgets, his palms rubbing together as he shifts his thighs. “Um. Am. I am. I’m bi.”

“Huh...” Billy licks his lips. “Well, shit, Harrington.”

He wonders how well he pulled off cool and unbothered. It’s usually something he’s alright at, but he’s not usually reacting to the goddamn man of his dreams telling him he’s into guys. His whole chest feels like it’s gonna explode.

“Mhm…” Steve hums, staring at his own hands, his face frustratingly neutral.

“So.” Suddenly their childish rivalry annoys Billy. When Steve was just a straight boy he was pining after it felt good to punish him for being unattainable. Be up in his space without being too obvious about why. Get him all flushed and bothered in the only way he could. But now… “Why did it take us this long to get here?” Billy asks quietly. He knows his side of the story. Knows his own stubborn asshole nature played its part. But Steve…

His anger from earlier resurfaces. Steve treating him like he wasn’t worth his time, running on a loop in his head.

He draws his knee up, hugging it to his chest, but keeps the bitterness out of his expression. It’s too likely to end up looking like sadness on his face right now.

Steve shrugs. “Haven’t we already been through this?” He turns to stare out the window. Billy glares at the back of his head.

“No, Steve, we haven’t. You called me an asshole and then said you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“What else is there to say?”

“How ‘bout an explanation? What exactly did I do to you, pretty boy? And don’t give me that, you were a dick, bullshit, because you hated me from the jump. Way before I did anything to deserve it.”

And he did, eventually, deserve it. He knows that. Doesn’t make the immediate brush-off feel any better.

Steve’s back is stiff, and he’s crossed his arms. And he still won’t look at Billy.

Feels like they’re right back where they started, and Billy wants to crawl out of his own skin. He grits his teeth, and hisses, “Listen, I know you come from a family of fuckin’ bigshot lawyers or what-the-fuck-ever, but it doesn’t give you the right to treat people like dirt if they don’t—”

That, at least, gets Steve’s attention. He whips his head around, stares at Billy with his mouth open. “Is that what you think—Billy I haven’t had a real conversation with my parents in nearly ten years, I don’t give a shit about all that.”

“Then what—”

“You make me feel dumb! Alright? Happy?”

Billy blinks at him. “What?”

Steve groans, throwing his hands up in frustration. “You—you show up here all, all hot and—” he waves a hand, gesturing up and down Billy’s body, “like that, and it was annoying enough that you knew that, strutting around like you own the place, but then you go and open your mouth and—” Steve buries his face in his hands, sighing, rubbing his eyes. “The first time I heard you talk you were explaining some shit about—about—nemo devices or something—”

“Mnemonic.”

“That! That right there, that thing you always do. I get it. Okay? You’re smarter than me. I’m just a dumb art teacher who gets headaches when he tries to read.” Steve throws himself back against the headrest, all furrowed brow and expressive hands.

And Billy stares. Frozen in place. He is, for once, at a loss for words. His mouth works soundlessly as he searches for something to say. But what falls out of him is, “You think I’m hot?” and he mentally slaps himself.

“Really. That’s your takeaway?”

“No—no, well, I mean. Kind of. Yeah.” He wets his bottom lip. Tongues his cheek.

Steve groans, “Seriously?” He tugs at a stray lock of hair. “No one who wears pants that tight doesn't know they’re attractive, alright, why is this surprising. I have eyes.”

“Because it’s you.” Billy’s brain slams to a halt the second he says it, shock freezing him in place. Apparently his filter is just fucking broken today, Jesus Christ.

“...What. Y’know what, fuck you, I’m not that unobservant—”

Billy snorts a disbelieving laugh, “Are you sure about that.”

“Alright, fine, I didn’t realize you were gay, for like, a really long time, but you didn’t notice that I’m queer too, so there!” Steve looks at him, triumphant, like he’s won the argument—if that’s what this even is. And Billy scoffs, stupid, irrational competitiveness tightening like anger in his chest, and—

“It’s not the same, Harrington,” Billy says flatly, heart pounding.

“And why not?”

“Because you haven’t been after my dick this whole time! You didn’t care if I knew that you’re queer,” he’s almost shouting, frustrated and not even sure what he’s trying to prove, arms thrown wide to punctuate his dumb and nonexistent point, until exactly what he just let slip sinks in. He lowers his hands, clenches them into fists resting on his thighs. Steve hasn’t said a word, he’s just staring, jaw slack.

“Wait...so—”

“Don’t.”

“But—”

“Harrington,” Billy growls.

“Jesus Christ, Billy would you let me—”

“No.”

“I have been though!” Steve yells over him, and it stuns Billy enough that he falls silent. “Dumbass, I have been into you this whole goddamn time, are you kidding me?”

“...What.”

Steve runs restless fingers through his hair, making even more of a mess of it. “Listen, do you have any idea how irritating it was that you’re as hot as you are? I wanted to badly to hate you because you were so fucking annoying, but you were all—” he gestures to Billy, waving his hand around wildly, “like, a fucking...walking wet dream, so.”

“Gee, thanks,” Billy responds, utterly bemused.

“And then I find out you’re a great teacher, and really smart, and kind of funny when you aren’t being a douche, and suddenly I’m head-over-heels for a guy I’m pretty sure hates me, because I have no self-respect apparently, and—” He stops, chest heaving, eyebrows drawn, and curls in on himself, folding his arms.

“I never hated you.”

Steve scoffs, dipping his chin ‘til his face is shadowed by his bangs.

“Listen to me,” Billy scoots forward, wedging his knee over the cupholders between their seats. He hesitates, a hand hovering mid-air while he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. And then touches Steve’s elbow. He jolts, looks up at Billy from under the fall of brown hair hanging over his forehead, his eyes are wide and questioning. Billy presses his fingertips firmer to the warmth of Steve’s skin under his starched dress shirt. “You care about your friends a ridiculous amount, it’s mind-boggling. Honestly. I grew up around people who would’ve barely given a shit if I died, and here you are worrying about everyone in your life, like it’s your fuckin’ job. You’re a good goddamn person, and I wanted…” he pauses, and bites his lip. “I was pissed that I wasn’t one of the people you cared about, alright. Fuckin’ Wheeler gets to be, but I...” He trails off, gestures vaguely.

Steve’s fingers are cold, sneaking up from under his folded arm to touch the back of Billy’s hand. “You were. You are.” He ducks his head again, the ghost of a smile just barely visible before he disappears into shadow again. “I came out here to check on you, didn’t I?”

“I mean…I was supposed to be helping out inside—”

“Billy, there’s, like, eight volunteers in there, they can handle a bunch of middle-schoolers.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Steve lets out a quiet breath. “I, uh. I’m sorry. I never thought you gave a damn about my opinion, to be honest. I didn’t—I was just…”

“Insecure?”

Steve grimaces. “Yeah.”

And that’s something Billy’s more familiar with than he’d like to be. He squeezes Steve’s forearm. “You’re not stupid, you know.”

“It��s fine, I know I am. Everybody in my life is some kinda damn genius, so. Someone had to draw the short straw.”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve.” That gets his attention, surprised eye-contact, and Billy tilts his head to maintain it. “I don’t give a shit that your goddamn friends can speak five languages, or understand organic chem, or any of that crap, they aren’t better than you, alright, they’re just nerds.” Steve snorts, and rolls his eyes, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips and it makes Billy smile. “Look, you play guitar, right. And you taught that dweeby little friend of yours the chords to his weird song about physics. Wouldn’t have been able to pull that off without at least a couple brain cells floating around under all that hair.”

“I mean, that was just—”

“That was just something you’re good at. You don’t gotta be able to read Shakespeare to have smarts, you’re just smart about other shit.”

A blush colours Steve’s cheeks. “I—thanks,” he murmurs.

Billy doesn’t get a chance to respond.

In the front seat of his beat-up old Camaro, with snow starting to fall outside, gathering silently on the dimly illuminated windshield, Steve Harrington kisses him for the first time. He’s still holding Billy’s hand. One second he’s glancing down shyly, smiling small and crooked, the next…

His lips are soft. Gentle. He kisses like he’s asking permission, barely touching Billy at all.

Despite the light brush of a kiss, Billy feels it everywhere, lit up with a jolt of electricity right through his chest. He chases Steve when he pulls away, with a hasty press of his mouth, kisses him again.

And again.

His free hand comes up to cup Steve’s cheek, holding that warmth in the palm of his hand, trying to keep him close for as long as possible. Steve makes a quiet noise against his lips, and his heart clenches, his breath catching in his throat.

They part eventually, Billy still basking in the phantom sensation of Steve’s smile pressed to his, leaving him tingling and warm. Their foreheads touch, resting together, the point of contact is grounding, the only thing stopping him from feeling like he could float away at any moment.

“So,” Billy says after a moment, “Fair warning, I’m gonna have to start complimenting you more if that’s how you react to it.”

Steve laughs quietly. His eyes are still closed, so Billy starts counting his eyelashes.

“This some kinda fairy tale, Hargrove? I kiss you and you turn into a polite human being?”

“Hardly. But I’ll see what I can do about the happy ending part.”

“The Disney kind, or the massage parlor kind?”

Billy kisses Steve again, grinning. “Both, if I’m lucky.”

And he was.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #a raven's writing desk #harringroveweekoflove #hello yes im still doing these #i have one for each day of prompts and they're GETTING written im just slow lmao

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